Disclaimer: The world and characters used in the fanfiction are property of J.K. Rowling. I am merely borrowing them.
Giving InPart II: Summer – 1978
By Seereth
Lily discovered that one of James's worst qualities was his stubborn insistence that packing could be done five minutes before he left. If he wasn't perhaps precisely that bad – and Emmeline frequently reminded her that he wasn't - well, he was pretty damn close. Or, at least, closer than she wanted him to be. They'd never been late to anything terribly important (one of the not so minor miracles of the world) but Lily couldn't help worrying that they'd miss the Leaving Feast or the carriages or something.
It wasn't an unreasonable worry either. Well, an entirely unreasonable worry…
She wasn't as anxious this time as she'd been before Christmas, when James had quite literally left his packing to the morning they were leaving, and they'd almost missed the train. Lily, Sirius, and Remus had been helping him pack and they'd still only just made it.
She wasn't helping this time though, partly because she felt like being lazy and partly because James was wearing a very tight pair of jeans and Lily was, well, female and his girlfriend. I could sell tickets to this, she thought dreamily, ogling him with great enthusiasm.
There was an ominous popping sound from one of the parcels beside the trunk; Lily had just enough time to roll away and off the bed before the firework exploded in front of where her nose had been. "Ow," she said plaintively.
"Sorry, Lily," James said guiltily. "I don't know…the firework must've reacted with something else in the box." He looked worriedly at her when she didn't respond for a few moments. Words weren't usually a problem for Lily.
She'd landed on something. It felt like it was small and square and…Lily thought she knew exactly what it was as, and dug her hand under her back. "James," she said, holding it up, one eyebrow raised.
"Er…" said James, blushing furiously.
Lily opened it. She saw precisely what she had expected to, and yet was tremendously surprised. "I may assume this is a proposal?"
"Uh…" James told her eloquently, his face glowing. Lily thought they could have used him for light if the sun disappeared suddenly.
"Well, I accept," she said brightly and slipped the ring on her finger. Or tried too – it was very hard to put on a ring when you were suddenly being hugged very overenthusiastically by James Potter, especially since his hair got practically everywhere, and he was kissing anything within reach at the same time.
Apparently there were benefits to being a Quidditch player.
Or, at least, to being the girlfriend of one.
Oh no, thought Lily, I hope he won't be packing for out honeymoon the morning of our wedding.