"God, I want to puke." Lily muttered. She tried to step down from the low stool she was standing on.
"That wouldn't be pretty, now, would it?" Grace asked her, helping her back on to the stool. Grace tugged at Lily's skirt and stepped back.
Arabella, Grace, Nadia, Blossom and Jennifer, the junior bridesmaid, sighed happily.
"What? Do I look bad? Was the dress a bad decision?" Lily looked at the both of them worriedly. Arabella motioned for her to turn around.
Lily gulped at her reflection. The dress was off-the-shoulder, with the bodice made of pure white brocade, and the waist dipped slightly in a triangular fashion, with a full skirt made of soft, fluttering silk chiffon. Grace had taken strands of hair from either side of her face, both about a centimeter in diameter, twisting them and pulling them back and weaving delicate pearl beads onto them and into Lily's loose curls that were demurely pushed back by the hair Grace had twisted back. Her veil was thin and it attached itself to the hair Grace had twisted back.
Grace stood on her tiptoes and placed half of the veil in front of Lily's face.
"You look beautiful."
"God, I want to puke." James whispered, he tried to step away from the mirror.
"That wouldn't be too princely, now, would it?" Sirius asked him, pulling him back in front of the mirror and adjusting James's collar. "You want to marry her, right?"
James nodded nervously, but he managed to smile. "God, yes."
Sirius patted him on the back. "Well, now's your chance."
"Ready?" Professor Dumbledore asked the nervous redhead by his side.
"No." Lily murmured, looking a bit jittery.
"Are you going?" He inquired, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes." Lily whispered confidently, smiling and standing up straight.
"Wonderful." He grinned.
James's third cousin, Angelica, the flower girl, walked with James's fourth cousin, Joshua, the ring bearer, beginning the Wedding March.
After them, Arabella and Ronan were arm-in-arm. Blossom and Remus came afterwards, to be followed by Sirius and Nadia, and next was Lily and Dumbledore, with Jennifer holding onto the train of the skirt.
Lily couldn't hear the gasps of awe, the chattering, the music, or even the minister. She stared at James through her veil and only heard her cue to say, "I do."
"You may kiss the bride."
James softly lifted the veil, then snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "I love you."
Her arms found themselves encircling his neck. "I love you, too."
He closed his eyes as he softly pressed his lips against hers. Pictures flashed before his eyes. Lily on their first day at Hogwarts: So unpolished, so scared. Lily at the Embassy Ball: So.. In love. Lily screaming at Rafe, not wanting to let him on the team, Lily screaming at Sirius, Lily screaming at him..
He opened his eyes. Lily was smiling up at him adoringly.
"What were you thinking?" She whispered.
"Just how pretty you are and how wonderfully lucky I am." He whispered back.
Lily slipped out of her wedding gown and grabbed a simple navy blue slip dress. She smiled at her reflection.
"Come on, Lils." James leaned against the doorframe, his tie loosened and his jacket nowhere to be found. He shoved his hands in his pocket. "Let's not keep our guests waiting."
Lily shot him a dirty look. "You, James Potter, are hardly one to talk."
"I was just a little late!" James protested defensively.
Lily adjusted her hair again and went up to give her new husband a quick kiss.
"You know I'm just kidding. Let's go."
"I would personally dedicate the delay in this wedding to Lily's brattiness." Arabella said, and the reception's guests were all laughing.
"Don't forget James's whole denial phase." Sirius added.
"Hey!" James protested.
"Oh, come on, Jamie. You know that you were kind of.." Jennifer began, but Remus interrupted.
"Stupid?"
"How about blind?" Peter added.
"Rude and arrogant comes to mind." Munguldus muttered playfully.
"Lily wasn't much better." Blossom reminded them. "I will get that James Potter if it's the last thing I do."
Lily and James began laughing really hard.
"The first dance.. It's their song." Sirius bellowed and sure enough..
"Ba-di-ya, say that you remember, dancing in September…" James sang softly in her ear.
"I don't think we ever danced in September." Lily told him as he led her out onto the dance floor.
"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?" James asked. "Twenty-first of September. You, me, music. Bells, stars, golden dreams.."
"Sounds like a date." Lily murmured as people began to spill out onto the dance floor.
"I don't think we ever went on a date, did we?" James inquired, as the song quickly changed into the Vogues' 'You're the One'.
"Line dancing!" Sirius shouted.
"I don't dance." James whispered to Lily.
"I'll have to teach you then." She said, grabbing his hand and joining Sirius in the line formation. "Side step, step back, side step, step back…"
Lily looked over to one side. James was doing well and Sirius.. Sirius—Sirius, well, wasn't.
Lily stopped to start laughing, but James grabbed her by the waist and soon she was laughing and line dancing at the same time. She kicked off her shoe when the song soon became something Greek.
Now James, Lily and Sirius were laughing. Her other shoe went flying off and landed in the cake.
The music didn't stop, and neither did the dancing. James and Lily ran over to the cake and started eating around the shoe.
The music continued and people were laughing.. Arabella and Ronan joined the cake fest, and Sirius- Never one to pass up dessert- Was there not long after.
Lily was laughing again, the music blaring so loud that she almost couldn't stand it. She shook her hands clean of cake, accidentally shaking it onto James.
"Oh, that was a mistake." He shouted playfully, grinning at her.
"Why?" She shouted back, and he barely heard her over the music.
But he knew that he could show her better than he could respond. He grabbed a handful of cake and threw it at her.
She stood there, shocked.
James almost cringed. What if she got mad?
"James, we are not fifteen anymore!" She shrieked, scooping up a handful of her own, and smacking it on his face.
They started running around the ballroom, with the very expensive cake flying. Somehow, no one seemed to mind. It was sort of a souveneir. The crowd parted and James tackled Lily, his cake-covered-hands smearing cake onto her dress, and they were laughing so hard.
The ones that didn't find the idea so funny exited the ballroom. But the rest just joined in, and James and Lily shared a kiss on the floor.
James wiped his mouth clean of cake, and looked at his finger in wonder.
"What?" Lily asked him.
"It's good." He replied. "Try some."
And he slowly slid his finger into her mouth.
"It's good." Lily whispered.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" James asked defensively. "I had the good taste to pick you!"
"It's sweet." She finished.
"Which part?"
"Both."