James traced soft shapes over Lily's back, smiling. She was sleeping, her hair messy and sticking to her face, bed sheets wrapped awkwardly around her, and she had never looked more stunningly beautiful to James. He supposed that was because they had just gotten married a few days previously – married – and also because they were on their honeymoon and they had taken full advantage of that fact.

James had, for years, pictured his honeymoon with Lily, and when he had, it would always be somewhere tropical and beautiful, having sex on the beach and enjoying the heat. This wasn't what their honeymoon was. It was hard to have that sort of honeymoon in the middle of December. He had spent weeks puzzling over what sort of romantic honeymoon he could give Lily – beautiful, gorgeous, sexy Lily – when Remus suggested skiing.

He'd had no idea what skiing was, and told Remus that, and Remus just laughed, made a quiet comment that James strongly suspected was 'pure-bloods' in an exasperated but fond tone, and then explained to James what skiing was. It sounded absolutely mad to him, and he wasn't afraid of saying so, but as Remus pointed out (and James certainly agreed with Remus on this), Lily would really appreciate his effort to foray into the Muggle world.

With Remus's help (and Sirius whining that James was taking away his precious 'Moony-time'), James had done research into different ski resorts, and had found a place in the French Alps. He had finally sorted and finalised everything two weeks before the wedding when Lily came to him, frazzled and stressed from wedding plans, her eyes wide, and she uttered one word.

"Honeymoon!"

This was the exact moment James was glad he had at least taken this upon himself. Lily and their mothers had done nearly all the wedding planning, didn't let James take on anything, and the stress of everything had been getting to Lily, though their mothers had been greatly enjoying themselves. Delilah in particular had enjoyed spending time at the Potters', drinking tea with Dorea, finding out all sorts of thing about magic.

Remus had said that Delilah was probably spending a lot of time at their house because she couldn't face being at her own house. James knew Remus was probably right.

After Lily's exclamation, James just gave her a huge grin, and pulled her on to his lap, where he in fact had a brochure from the ski resort in front of him.

"It's all planned, love," James said, handing her the brochure. She looked relieved as she opened the brochure, and a grin spread across her face as she read it. She then wrapped her arms around James, dropped the brochure on the floor, and kissed James deeply.

"Perfect."

So far, it was. On the night of the wedding they went back to Potter manor, staying in the west wing well away from James' parents, and the next morning they were off to France. They spent a lot of that day travelling, James having insisted on doing it the Muggle way, all for Lily. James had been completely clueless with everything, finding Muggle transportation completely puzzling, and not doing a very good job of blending in. They had spent that first night in France… sleeping. James had been a little disappointed when Lily fell to sleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but he wasn't for very long, because he had gone to sleep very soon after. They had spent a long time travelling.

They had made up for the night before in the morning though. Glorious, glorious sex. Of course, they'd had sex before, but there was something about the fact that they were on their honeymoon, in the French Alps, that had made the sex the most wonderful thing James had ever experienced.

That day they had spent skiing, and James had been disturbingly bad at it. He had thought he'd be fairly good, with him being an excellent Chaser, he had good co-ordination. But this was something else entirely.

Thanks to Remus's hand in the planning (thank Merlin for Remus), they had skiing lessons in the morning, so they could get the basics down. Neither of them had done it before, and the lessons were quite useful, though it didn't stop either of them from constantly falling on their arses.

After lunch, they went back out to ski again. They went on the easiest slope first, though James was all ready to go on the harder one.

"James, I don't feel comfortable going on that slope," Lily had said, and that had been the end of that. And, as much as James wanted to show off to Lily, he knew going with the easiest slope was the best idea. And even that he did badly on.

He screamed on the way down and at the bottom, fell on his arse, tripping up Lily as he did so. With a laugh he pulled Lily over to him and pressed a kiss against her cold lips. Lily put one hand in his hair, pulling herself closer to him, before he felt something cold hit the top of his head and Lily broke from him, laughing. He reached up to the top of his hair, brushing the snow out of his hair the Lily had pushed into it.

They had continued skiing a few more times after that, before they gave up and made a snowman and then had a snowball fight. It was during the snowball fight that they had starting to snog, and they could barely keep their hands off each other as they made their way into the bathroom at the ski lodge and had sex in the bathroom stall out of sheer desperation. It wasn't something James had ever pictured Lily doing, but it was their honeymoon. They were supposed to be doing things like that.

They'd had a very quick dinner and decided to have dessert back in their bedroom.

Now it was the second day of their honeymoon, three days since their wedding, and James was looking at his beautiful, sleeping wife.

The word 'wife' rang around in James' head. Lily was his wife. They were married. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together. James pictured a long, happy life, two or three children. He smiled as he thought of teaching his children to play Quidditch, taking them to platform 9¾ on their first day of school, holding them after they were born. He hoped all of his children would inherit Lily's eyes.

Lily rolled over and James was distracted from his thoughts, that really were getting well ahead of himself. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled widely at James before letting out a huge yawn.

"Morning, love," Lily said softly. James grinned, leaning forward and kissing Lily softly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Potter," James said. Lily giggled, putting her arms around James neck and kissing him, running her hands through his hair.

James stood next to Lily, holding tightly to his ski poles as Lily attached her shoes to the skis.

"Please don't put another snowball in my hair. That was cold," James said.

"Maybe you should wear a hat, you silly boy," Lily said, a fond smile on her face. James stuck his tongue out at her.

"And ruin my perfect hair? I don't think so," James said. Lily snorted as she stood up. She looked to James, and nodded. James grinned and pushed forward, skiing down the slope, Lily not far behind him. Halfway down he fell on his bum, and, laughing, he slid down the rest of the slope on his arse. At the bottom, Lily met him, still upright.

"Are you okay?" Lily asked.

"My arse is numb," James said, reaching to touch his arse, "See, I can't feel it." Lily laughed, and reached down to help pull James up. She hugged James, and reached down to pinch James' bum, who didn't notice at all.

"It is numb," Lily said, "If you want we can head back to our room and warm up?" She grinned at him, her tongue between her teeth. James kissed her in response.

James didn't know how he managed through dinner without throwing himself across the table at Lily. She was being purposely sensual as she ate, casting him looks, making food linger on her mouth as she sighed and closed her eyes, licking it slowly, and even moaned.

"Wine in our room?" James managed to get out as Lily finished eating.

"Who has time for wine?" Lily said in response, standing up from the table. James stared at her before he also stood up, pulling her to him, kissing her passionately.

"Room, now," Lily whispered into James' ear before she started to nibble at it. James grinned, and picked Lily up, ignoring the looks he was getting from the others in the restaurant as they made their way to their room.

Once he got into their honeymoon suite he placed Lily on the bed, cast a look over her to decide what piece of clothing he was going to remove first, but he didn't get to decide as Lily started to pull his trousers off.

AN- I don't know about you guys, but I needed this happy honeymoon chapter. Especially since we know what's coming, it's needed so badly.

At the moment I'm actually writing chapter 47 and everything is starting to fall apart, small cracks are appearing in the happiness, and it's nice for me to read this happy honeymoon chapter again.

Cherish the happiness while you can.