For Sunday


Persistence

Words: 428

Pairing: James/Lily


"This is it," said the raven teen, while licking his dry lips and adjusting the glasses on his nose. "Today is the day she'll go out with me."

Next to him, two teens just rolled their eyes; the third didn't even get his nose out of the colossal book he was reading. One of the first teens, the raven-haired one, slumped his arm around the other's shoulder.

"Oh, really, Prongs? Today is the day you manage to convince Evans to go out with you?" The boy named Prongs nodded enthusiastically. The blond teen that had rolled his eyes earlier gigged helplessly. Prongs smacked him in the head.

"Don't jinx it, Wormtail!"

"Like you need his help to jinx it," the raven-teen-still-unnamed teased.

"Padfoot!"

"Guys, lower your voices, please," asked the brunet teen who was reading the book.

"Do you know what Prongs tells these days, Moony?" Seeing no point in avoiding his friends' conversation anymore – especially because Padfoot was just that insistent – Moony shifted his attention to them. "He says today is the day he gets Evans." Padfoot continued. "Do you remember what happen the last times he said that?"

"Yes."

"No you don't!" Padfoot corrected eagerly. "Let me remind all of you."

~*~

"Hey, Evans, are we going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"No, Potter, I am and you are, if you want, but I can assure you that we – we! – are not going."

~*~

"Hey, Evans, want to dance?"

"Sure." "And when Prongs face was lighting up, Evans says," "With whom?"

~*~

Wormtail giggled some more, but Moony found Padfoot's narration much less amusing.

"Sirius, really, don't be mean," chastised Moony. Prongs had his head bent down and appeared to be depressing over disastrous existence. Then, the boy lifted his head and glared at Padfoot.

"On day, she will be the mother of my children . . ." he said determinate. This time, even Moony laughed at his friend's dramatics.

"Sure she will, Prongs, sure she will."

~*~ One Year Later~*~

"Hey, Evans, wanna go out with me on Valentine's Day?" The read-headed girl sighed exasperatedly.

"Fine, Potter!" For five minutes, Prongs said nothing, just stared at the girl.

"Did you just−"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "But, after this, you won't bother me anymore."

Prongs never heard that last sentence, because he was already running merrily to his friends.

He wanted to tell them that his future wife and mother-of-his-children had just agreed to go out with him. Padfoot would pout and sulk and Moony would say that his persistence had paid off, after all . . .


Regardless to say, the Marauders had to swallow their own words.