Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; that is J.K Rowling's invention; I won't even try to take credit.
Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. Of course. He was on his knees and I knew exactly what to say. I loved him more than life itself. I, Lillian Evans was in love with James Potter. I have had a crush on him since I was eleven; I found out when I was sixteen. He found out a week later. Oh, there was a time when I would have been repulsed to see myself doing this. I smiled at how things have changed for the better.
"Lillian Evans, would you be willing to take my hand in marriage and be my wife for all time and eternity?" James pulled out a black box and showed me the engagement ring. It was simple, yet beautiful. A single, thin silver band with an emerald surrounded by topaz on it showed me that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And even longer than that.
"Yes, yes I will marry you. I love you, James." I couldn't speak anymore due to the rare tears that were streaming down my face. This was perfect. He took me to the park where we first met when we were nine years old then got down on his knees. It seemed like my heart was overflowing at this moment. My thought was interrupted by James placing his lips on mine. Our first kiss as fiancées. As if to recognize the magic of the moment, a shooting star streaked across the sky. I didn't really cry, but now, I couldn't stop the tears. He and I held hands as we walked to James's silver Civic. As he drove me to my house, I remembered those days in school when I would have never guessed that the man I would marry would be James…
Oh, but that was a long time ago. I was nineteen now, and I loved him. I took my wand and transfigured him a silver band for James to wear as a ring. He accepted it, and gave me mine. I loved the way it looked on my hand. It belonged there. I brushed my red hair out of my face, and saw my house in front of the car. James parked in my driveway, and helped me out of the car. He wiped my tears away with his hand, and kissed me again. I kissed him back with more passion than I had ever kissed anyone before. We broke apart then I walked to my door and went inside.
Oh, how I loved that man. I checked my watch. It was just after twelve o' clock. My dad could wait. I walked up the stairs into my room. I had a full sized bed in the corner, with a dark oak nightstand right next to it. My dresser was right next to my closet on the opposite side of my room, with a window for the back wall of my room. I shut the curtains to get into my pajamas then I opened them again. I stared at the moon for as long as it was in the sky. For once in my life, I was perfectly happy with who I was.
I'm sorry that was so short. I just wanted you guys to hear about the proposal. The wedding is next chapter. Let me know if you have ideas…
