A/N: A few of you mentioned seeing the story from James' point of view. I did write that second chapter from in his voice just to introduce the two and hadn't planned on doing too many more chapters like that, quite honestly. But after it was mentioned a couple of times, I became a bit curious, too. What was James thinking in some of those scenes? So, this is a quite write of just what James was feeling in a bit of the story.

I don't intend on doing every moment from the two perspectives (You'll see that when you read this) but I thought some of the main points would be interesting to see the two different takes.

On a side note: This is just something I wrote in some spare time today. It doesn't take the place of the chapter that I originally planned to post tomorrow; it's more a supplement to my post from a couple days ago, I suppose.

Anyway, enough of my rambling, enjoy and let me know what you think!

"Just say yes," I said quietly.

She was going to mess this whole thing up if she didn't play along! I needed to beat Al and this was the best way to do it. Not only did Al not currently have a girl with him, he did not have a fiancée. But I would!…er, when she actually said yes.

I held the ring up a little more. How could she not say yes? It was a fantastically sappy and sickeningly sweet speech and I got an effing humongous diamond ring. Isn't that what girls wanted?

I looked up to see her shaking her head, her eyes panicked. Wait, no! She was supposed to say—

"Yes!"

I mentally cheered. Looks like I still had it.

I slid the ring on her finger—which was it supposed to go on again?—and she slammed into me. For Merlin's sake! Didn't people know I needed this body for quidditch? I caught her effortlessly and held her—was she crying?

Then the full weight of what I had just done hit me. I had just proposed to this girl…and she accepted… Marriage. Which meant that….I WON!

I set her down and swiftly kissed her on the forehead. I turned her face to look at me— gently, of course, because I am a gentleman, after all.

"Thank you," I said gratefully. She had just helped me beat my brother in one of our longest running competition: girls.

She gave me a small smile and I couldn't help the gigantic grin that spread across my face. I picked her up and spun her around elatedly. Wait until I told Al about this.

Unless…"You think Al saw that? He had to have seen it. I can't wait to see the look on his face." I smirked, truly pleased that I had pulled this off. "Come on, Remy. The family is probably wondering where we got off to. "

I pulled her around with me as I started back to the house.

Apparently, my family wasn't wondering where we were at all. They were right there with us…watching the whole thing. The whole. Entire. Thing.

Bollocks.

How was I supposed to explain this one to them? I'd rub it in Al's face a little and then the whole thing would blow over, but now they had all seen and mum would never….Mum.

It occurred to me that it was no longer just about beating Al. Now mum knew…The whole family knew.

Speaking of the 'whole family', they were rushing at us, squealing and cheering. I was jostled away from Remy and pulled towards the males of the group.

They took turns clapping me on the back and shaking my hand, making various joking and inane comments about me being tied down and my life being over and whatever else. I searched for Al. He must have been here somewhere.

When I finally saw him, I could have skipped over to him in all of my joy, but I'm a famous quidditch star. I don't skip. Instead, I pulled myself from the guys and strode over to Al. I smiled challengingly.

"You're not going to offer your congratulations to me, brother?"

Al scowled and it only made my joy even brighter.

"James, if this is some kind of stunt just so you could beat me, or some such silly notion…"

I rolled my eyes. "How childish do you think I am? I would never get married just to beat you."

But, apparently, I would get engaged…

"James, I'm serious! You're going to end up hurting that girl when she thinks it's all real."

Geez, he was such a downer. "Don't be such a Moaning Myrtle, Al. I'd expected my best man to be a little more supportive."

Suddenly, his face lightened. "You mean it?"

No. "Yeah! Who else would I trust to do everything for me so I don't have to worry about it?"

Al rolled his eyes, but I could see that his skepticism had passed. Suddenly, he frowned.

"You should probably go rescue your fiancée before the girls mother her to death."

I turned to see what he was looking at and saw my mother and Nan and cousins all flocked around Remy.

I started for her, not needing a traumatized girl to deal with, when Nan proposed a champagne toast. Everyone stepped far enough away from Remy that I managed to get close enough to slip my arm around her waist and pull her in. Strangely enough, I felt a sudden need to protect her.

When everyone had a glass, my grandfather cheered, ""To James and Emelia! May they have a long and wonderful marriage!"

I stared at the drink in my hand. I didn't usually drink, despite what the papers said about my wild nights, but this night might have to be an exception. I saw Emelia quickly tip the contents of her glass into her mouth and decided that it was probably best. I copied her actions, wanting this night to be over.

Unfortunately, the night didn't end there. Every single bloody member of the family wanted to offer us 'congratulations' it seemed. I walked Emelia and I around, receiving all of the well wishes and silently begged each person go home. Didn't they have other things to do?

Slowly, the Wotter clan gathering starting to thin. Only a few members hung round to question me about my and Emelia's supposed 'relationship'. I think I did quite well answering their inquiries. Smart chap that I am, I used a lot of the answers Emelia had given me the night previous to answer my families questions. That way, it would be harder to catch us in the lie later on.

Er… wait, how long was this supposed to go on for?

After quite a number of questions, I excused myself and Emelia as politely as I could from the company of my family, claiming that we needed to get home.

"Nonsense, James! You can stay at our house," my mum quickly stopped me from leaving. She looked excited and hopeful.

That was my first indication of just how much of a mess I had gotten myself into.

I reeled, trying to get out of the entanglement, even if in the slightest. "Mum, its okay. I'm sure you have a full house with Al and Lily. We'll just get back to my flat."

"It's no trouble at all, sweetie. Your room is still there, you two will take that for the night. Come, we'll get you settled in."

"Mum," But she was already sweeping out of the room.

I sighed and started to stand, but a weight in my side stopped me. I looked down to see Emelia curled into me, with my arm around her. It was kind of cute, her sleeping that way.

I shook her, hoping she would rouse enough to get up and get herself to bed. When she only mumbled and curled herself up even tighter, I gave up and lifted her off the couch. I gave a quiet goodbye to my family before following mum back to the house.

Back at the house, Mum led the way to my bedroom even though I knew where it was.

"Everything is all clean. I was hoping you would have come home to stay before now, and a bit more often if I'm honest—"

"Mum, I have quidditch and loads of other things to do," I explained quietly, hopinh we wouldn't wake the sleeping girl in my arms.

"I know, I know," my mum smoothed down Emelia's hair. She smiled softly down at her. "But I'm glad you're here now. Better late than never, I suppose. Especially since you've brought Emelia with you." She continued to stroke her hair.

My heart began to beat a bit faster. I didn't need this right now, not for a bloody fake engagement. I was too young for my life to end!

Instead of voicing any of that I leaned over to kiss my mom carefully on the cheek. "I'll see you in the morning, mum. Have a good night."

"Good night, James."

As soon as the door closed, I turned, trying to figure out what to do with Remy. She was still in her clothes, but its not like I actually had any pyjamas for her.

I laid her on the bed, first deciding I should at least remove her shoes. Past that, I had no plan.

I smirked to myself, realising that she would have to sleep without any clothes on. What a coincidence that I happened to like to sleep the same way…

I quickly thought better of it. Who knows what she would do to me in the morning. Although, I had never seen her truly mad…She probably would end up apologizing for not waking up or some other ridiculous thing, and, strangely, I didn't want her to be upset because of me.

I searched my drawers for anything she could wear, but only came up with grey sweats and some old robes. I sighed.

"You're more difficult when you're asleep, you know that?" I took off the blue shirt I was currently wearing and tossed it toward her on the bed. She still didn't move.

Changing into the sweats, I let the other clothes that I had been wearing land wherever before approaching her. I used my wand to change her out of her dress and into my shirt, because, as I said before, I am a gentleman. I wasn't going to take advantage of her…although, she was a sort of pretty…

I shook my head. No more time for girls. Quidditch. I needed to focus on my game right now. Anything else was a distraction.

I quickly tucked her under the covers, before finishing getting ready for bed and flopping down myself. I fell asleep counting golden snitches.

Sometime later, though I'm not quite sure when, I registered a bright light penetrating my eyes and someone moving about in my bed. I buried my head beneath the covers, attempting to block both out. The sun went away, but whatever the shifter was moved from shifting to kicking. I groaned and moved away from it. What did it want?

The thing suddenly stopped its prodding, but I could still hear the sheets rustle as it continued to move about. Had I not been half asleep, I would have been of the mind to tell it to bugger off. Famous people needed sleep.

Unfortunately, the thing, I was sure it was another person, only stopped rustling the sheets when it decided to throw itself upon my floor and take the sheets with it. I could hear the person scramble about, getting up, and I decided that I really really did not like them. Where was my wand when I needed it? A simple hex ought to have done the job.

A gasp. A small squeak… and then rapid, yet dainty, breaths. Were they hyperventilating?

I rolled over, smashing my face into a pillow, hoping the plush down would silence the intruder. It worked, better than I had ever intended, as the person bolted from the room, leaving me to sleep in peace once more.

When I woke a second time, the sun was still assaulting my eyes, but I was much more ready to deal with it this time. I stretched out lazily in bed, staring at the ceiling…the ceiling at my mum's house.

I sat up abruptly.

I hadn't woken up in a place I didn't remember falling asleep in for some time now…Had I been out with Fred last night?

Taking in the clothes strewn across the floor, it all came back to me. I hummed in understanding. So, I still had this whole engagement mess to clean up…Actually, I'd probably just hand that off to Lisa. She could deal with it.

I heard voices down stairs and a clanking of dishes that rode on the smell of breakfast. I smiled, knowing that mom had cooked. I made my way downstairs, deciding I could stay with them a little longer.

At the bottom of the stairs, I was met with the sight of Lily and mum chatting animatedly with each other and mum fixing plates for Lily and Al. Emelia was sitting, watching everyone. By the time she noticed me, I was already halfway over to her. She smiled warmly upon seeing me before her eyes widened. She turned quickly back towards the counter.

I watched her, confused. And as I watched, I couldn't help but look her over. She had my dress shirt on, but it only came to the middle of her thigh. Where it ended, the long, smooth and slender form of her legs began. When she turned, I was granted a nice view of her behind and the shiny, dark locks that tumbled down her back. I reaffirmed my statement from last night; she was more than sort of pretty…

She was slender and graceful, even when still, and she had bright, ice-blue eyes and... she was actually quite beautiful

Before I could muse much longer on the attractive qualities of my 'fiancée' she had hopped off her stool to prance over and kiss me.

"Good morning."

Why had she…? Oh, right. We were in front of my family.

I kept up the act by pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. The warm sensation of her skin beneath my lips surprised me. It warmed the rest of me, the kiss.

"Good morning, love."

"You two might just be the cutest thing I've seen all morning! I guess that's not very hard to do, considering the first thing I saw this morning was this grumpy face." I shook my head as Lily physically abused Al.

Emelia giggled. "Would you like me to get you a plate?"

I realized that my stomach had been more vocal than I had about being hungry. I smiled, grateful that she could read me as easily as I could read her. As she walked away—wow, she was graceful—I took the opportunity to see if I could embarrass her a bit more.

"I was wondering where my shirt got to this morning."

"I couldn't find my dress this morning. There were clothes all over the place."

I paused on my way to her seat, imaging the implications of what she had just said. I smirked, knowing my family would have conjured the same images from the statement. For her part, Emelia only looked clueless as to why Al was currently choking on his breakfast. A bit naïve she was.

Emelia placed a plate piled with food in front of me and I practically started salivating. "Thank you."

I tuned out the rest of what was happening. There were eggs that needed my attention.

A/N: I intentionally ended it here, even though the scene from Emelia's perspective ends at a different place. I just thought that the rest of the scene was pretty boring to see into James' thoughts.

See you tomorrow!