Disclaimer: Okay, this is a disclaimer. How much more do I have to say? I'm DISCLAIMING Harry Potter. I DON'T own anything. Now try saying that 10 times fast. . .or, ah, you know what? Just forget about me being so random and weird, LoL. REVIEW RESPONSES are at my LIVEJOURNAL.
Ramblings from the Insanely Happy-Go-Lucky (not to mention random) Author: Okay, I have just all of a sudden gotten this inspiration to type up another chapter for I Do instead of waiting till this weekend. I don't know why, I was just surfing fanfiction (dot) net and what do you know? It just hit me like a baseball does when your not paying attention. . .oh, god! That was SO random. What in the-?. . . -Sighes-. . .Please forgive me. I am feeling very light and happy go lucky for some very unknown reason. Maybe it's the Dr.Pepper (My fav. soda!. . .which I drink entirely too much of. . .) talking. -Shrugs-
ANYWAY, moving on. LoL. I've decided to post ten different wedding dress pictures on my LiveJournal here:
http/users(dot)livejournal(dot)com/ilovemusic/ - or check my profile for a link to my LiveJournal.
Now, I'm not going to choose one from a poll or by everyone voting. I'm just giving you a choice on what dress you like the most. Of course, you don't HAVE to use those pictures to imagine her dress. If you do check the pictures out later, could you tell which one you like best? Personally, I like them all, but I'd just like to see which ones everyone likes best.
On a final note, I've never gotten married (obviously, considering I'm fourteen. . .). I've been a flower girl and even a bubble girl (pass out little bubble bottles to people). I've never planned out a wedding. Or looked for a wedding dress. So if I get something wrong about any of the wedding stuff, tell me. Thanks!
Here's the next chapter.
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Chapter three-Talking Wedding Dresses
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"So. . .what do you think?"
Lily shuffled in the full-length mirror, frustrated, "I can't see."
"What do you mean?" Carol asked, standing up from the chair she was sitting in, moving behind her daughter.
There was a sigh from Lily,"Mum, I can't even see because of these puffy sleeves, much less breath."
Carol tilted her head to the side,"Now that you mention. . .I can't see your face. . ." She trailed off slowly.
Carol and Lily were out the next day searching for Lily's dream wedding dress.
On the ride to the muggle wedding dress store, Wedding Dresses for all Occasions, which Lily couldn't understand what other occasions that you could use wedding dresses for other than. . .weddings, Lily had somehow 'forgotten' that she and James decided to have a muggle wedding since a few guests attending would be muggles.
Lily was actually relieved for this. She didn't have a clue how a wizarding wedding ceremony took place. Was it similiar to a muggle wedding? Did you have to do some weird dance, praying to Merlin or something? Was there some kind of binding spell? Would you have to say an oath? Sign a contract? Would you-?
The good thing was that she didn't have to worry about it, since they were having a muggle wedding-no, actually, she didn't have to worry about it at all because James and her were not getting married. No way.
Lily decided to call him James in her mind so she could be prepared to say it outloud, much to her displeasure.
Anyways, the wedding would be muggle if she was actually going through with it. Which she wasn't. There would be a few magical decorations added, nothing too suspious, though, her mother explained to her.
Lily felt kind of bad already. She made a mistake saying she did want to marry James yesterday. If she had only said the simple "no" word, her mother would be going with her to some muggle wedding gown shop, spending a bunch of money on a dress for her, when Lily knew it would never be used.
Lily was trying on her third dress. It was long, like most wedding dresses. White, also like most wedding dresses. It just had one feature that made it. . .unique from the rest.
It's sleeves.
It's huge, puffy, suffocating (for Lily anyways) sleeves.
The sleeves from the bottom of her wrist all the way to the shoulder had to be at least 6 inches wide. They covered Lily's neck all the way and had her mouth and nose covered too, her eyes just about joining her nose and mouth.
"It's scratchy, too." Lily pointed out, to show her point she tugged and scratched a little at the sleeves.
This whole wedding gown buying thing seemed so surreal to Lily. She'd dreamed about shopping for a wedding dress-the perfect wedding dress since she was a little girl, and, now, her she was. Already. It happened so quickly. Of course, Lily had somehow skipped three years of her life, but still. Everything these past two days had happened fast. Too fast.
Finding James to be her fiance, not to mention, supposedly, in love with her. Also finding him being a bit more. . .what was the word? Mature? No. He was having a crossing eyes competition with Sirius ( Lily also calls Sirius, Sirius instead of Black now. In her head), trying to, she guessed, impress her. No, he hadn't really matured-well, maybe phsyically he did, but not mentally. Lily couldn't put a finger on how James was different. There was something about him though.
Lily pushed the sleeves away from her face, that not really helping since they pushed back into her face a few seconds later.
She gave a tired sigh, finally just holding the sleeves away from her face.
"The rest of the dress is nice, though, isn't it?" Carol commented.
Lily couldn't deny that. If only the rest of the dress wasn't so. . .desperately puffy.
"Yes, I suppose so. It's just, I wouldn't make it down the aisle without running into pew or-" Lily hesitated,"-or James. . ." She trailed off. Lily didn't say James' first name very often, at outloud. She was also joking about a wedding that would never happen. Guilt. Why did there have to be guilt in the world? Why?
Carol laughed, patting one of Lily's puffy sleeves, her hand boucing off like it would on a balloon,"Wouldn't that be a disaster?"
Lily forced a chuckle, guilt still with her,"Yeah."
Carol sighed giving one last look at the puffy dress,"Well, I guess the hunt is still on?"
Lily, who was already closing the dressing room door next to the mirror she was standing in just a second ago, laughed,"Yes, I suppose so." Her voice sounded relieved. Probably from getting out of the puffy dress.
"Alright, I'm just going to go browse around a bit." Carol said, walking out the dressing room area.
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"How does it look?" Lily asked quite a while later, coming out of the dressing room, yet again.
Carol gasped and squinted a bit,"Er. . .it's a little. . .blinding, don't you think, dear?"
Lily turned to the mirror and also squinted,"Well, maybe. It does have a few sequins on it. . ."
If there were a few sequins on the dress, then Lily's hair was black. Which it obviously wasn't.
The dress was blinding, as Carol said. The lights of the dressing room made it sparkle. Just too much.
"Well, at least you'd have everyone attention." Carol chuckled, referring to the wedding. "I suppose it wouldn't matter though. The bride always has all the attention at her wedding. Whether they have a thousand sequins or a plain, simple dress." Carol finished vaguely, probably remembering back to her wedding.
"Yeah." Lily replied awkwardly. This stupid guilt! It ruined everything.
Her mother smiled, looking at Lily with a raised eyebrow,"You'd also definitely have James' attention. . .but something tells me you wouldn't need a thousand sequins for that either."
Lily looked away and started towards the dressing room,"I'm going to change."
Carol stared after her confused.
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"Oh, Lily!"
"That bad?" Lily asked, peering at herself in the mirror.
"It's wonderful!" Carol exclaimed as though Lily never said anything.
Lily had to like it also. It wasn't too puffy. Or scratchy. Or blinding. Or pricy (She tried to find something not too pricy. She wasn't going to even wear it, so what was the point of wasting her parents money over some over priced dress?).
It fit her.
And not just sizewise. The dress just seemed to call to her from it's rack.
Lily! Lily! Pick meeeeeeeee, Lily! Meeeeeeeeeeee! Pleaseeeeeeee! Pick me, Lily! You know I'm pretty! Yes, you know I'm talking to you! Pick Meeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Pretty Oneeeeeee! Lily-
"Lily."
Lily! Pick meeeeee! Please! Look at my price tagggggg! Look at me! I want to get marrrrrrrrried! Lily-
"Lily?"
Don't look at all those other dress! They're bimbo's. Always catching someone's attention through puffs and sequins! Pick meeeeee, Lily-
"Lily."
Lily shook her head,"Yes?"
"Do you like the dress?" Carol asked.
She turned back to the mirror, fingering the dress lightly.
Lily! Pick mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!-
"Yes. I pick you." Lily said.
I knewwwwwwww you'd pick meeeeeeeeee! Lilllllllllllllyyyyyy!-
"Why are you still making the words longer?" Lily asked to her dress.
Carol quirked an eyebrow,"Were you talking to your. . .dress, Lily?" She asked hesitantly.
"No!" She answered quickly.
That's what they allllllllllllllllllllll say, Lilllllllllllllllllllllllly! That's what theyyyyyyyyyyy alllllllll say! Heeeeeeeeheeeeeeehhheeeeeeeee!-
"Is it the one you want? I like. . .and I'm sure James would too!" Carol finished slyly.
Lily's faced burned. How embarrassing. "Yeah, I want this one."
Seeeeeeeeeee? You don't neeeeeeeeeeeeed those stupid sequins and puffs dresses, do youuuuuuuuuuuuuu?-
"Stop talking to me!" Lily hissed. "Or I'll go put you back on the rack."
Noooooooooooo-
"Lily, who are you talking to?" Carol's voice, once again, hesitant.
"No one!" Lily replied quickly again.
You know you loooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvveeeeee me! Just like you lllllllllllllloooooooooooove Jammmmmm-
"Shut up!" Lily whispered angry.
What an annoying dress! How in the world did it even know about James? Couldn't it be a little less. . .talkative? Wait. Dresses weren't suppose to talk. At all.
That'ssssssssss what youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu think!
How could she walk down the aisle (that is, if she actually was going to marry James. Which she wasn't) with her stupid, yet beautiful dress talking to her?
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Carol sent another worried look at Lily as they drove home.
"Are you sure your alright?" She asked in concern.
"I'm fine, mum."
"You were talking to your dress, dear."
"I was talking to you."
"So. . .you were going to put me on the rack?" Carol asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Lily said slowly,"Putting someone on the rack means. . .thanking someone for taking them shopping! Yeah!"
Liar!-
Lily glared behind her, in the backseat, at the wedding dress.
"Alright. . ." Was all her mother said.
The silence was awful. The car was so quiet now. So quiet that Lily thought not only could the dress (which Lily wasn't sure of) hear her thoughts, but her mother too.
She decided to try out a conversation,"What was dad like when you two got married?"
Carol looked over at her then back to the road, a smile on her lips,"He was charming. Handsome. Smart," She sighed contently."And certainly had more hair than he has today." They laughed. Carol shook her head,"He was wonderful."
Lily smiled. "Is he still?"
"Still what, Lily?"
"Still wonderful. Charming. All that stuff."
"Well, of course he is." Carol said, looking over at Lily again.
"Did you two love each other when you got married?"
Carol looked forward for a while,"Well, of course, we did. We wouldn't have gotten married if we didn't. Now, why are you asking all of these questions?"
"No reason." Lily answered quickly. "So. . .you didn't marry him just because he was handsome or smart or charming?"
She wanted to know. Lily thought it might help her figure out just why James Potter wanted to marry her. And even more important, why in the world she wanted to marry James Potter.
Was it just because of the way she looked? Was it because of her intelligence? Her-
"No. . .we loved each other. . ." Her mother said slowly, then once again looked over at Lily in a concerned way,"Is this about James?"
She didn't answer for a moment. "Yes. . .sort of." Lily said, looking out the window
"Why? What's happened?"
"Nothing. . .I was just wondering why James wants to marry me." She replied awkwardly.
Carol pulled over alongside the road and turned off the car.
They sat in silence for a long while.
Other than Lily's wedding dress talking to her every once and a while.
Lilllllllllllly! Don't be soooooooo blllllllllllllllllllllind-
Lily ignored it.
Carol finally broke the silence. "Lily, he loves you. Why else would he marry you?" She asked.
Lily shrugged,"I don't know."
". . .He loves you. He adores you. I can see it whenever you two are together. . .And until now. . .I thought it was mutual. . .what's wrong?" She asked confused.
Lily sighed, fidgeting with her hands,"I don't know."
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!-
Her lips pursed. She was about ready to take the dress back. Whether it was utterly beautiful or not. . .well,she doubted she'd ever be able to take it back. . .
Carol breathed deeply,". . .Do you love him?"
Lily knew she must lie. No matter how guilty she felt. No matter how much she saw James' image appear in her mind. Bringing more and more fresh waves of guilt.
"Yes."
What else was she suppose to say? If she said no, her mother would get suspious. Then one thing would lead to another, and presto! She would have spilled everything about waking up three years older one morning, just out of the blue. They'd definitely take her to a loony bin.
For once, the dress was silent.
Thank Merlin.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Carol squeezed Lily's hand reassuringly,"You two have something wonderful, Lily. Something not everyone has." She smiled and put the keys in the ignition.
Lily sighed and forced a smile, wondering what her mother was talking about,"Yeah. . .I. . .I guess I'm just really nervous about the wedding."
"Oh, there's not that much to worry about, dear. You'll be fine."
Carol started the car up and began to drive down the road again, Lily looking out the window, thinking.
What was her mother saying? Was it love she was talking about? Love was about the only thing Lily could think her mother meant. But did James and her actually love each other? Truly?
Urgh, she was so confused.
What about saying she couldn't marry James? She had yet another chance to say she didn't want to marry him. To say she didn't love him. Was it because everytime she tried to say the words, Lily'd see James' face yesterday at the bench, looking so unhappy? Because of the guilt? She thought so.
Also, to add to every other question she had, Lily hated to admit that she actually. . .enjoyed. . .the kiss James gave her at the bench. She could dislike James all she wanted, but his kiss was . .nice. Of course, he's the only boy to ever just kiss her. Maybe it was like that with all boys. Lily hoped so. . .
. . .And the talking dress really wasn't helping much. Not at all, actually.
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Lily bit her nail nervously as she sat at the kitchen table wait for James to arrive. They were having dinner with his parents. All Lily could do was hyperventilate-inside her head, of course.
She maybe she could just fake being sick, but even if she got out of this dinner date, that didn't mean she was safe. James would probably say they'd just meet up when she felt better or something.
The doorbell rang and George opened the door.
"James, good to see you!"
She heard an equally enthusiastic reply from James.
"Lily, James is here!" Her father called from the front door.
Lily breathed deeply, trying to clear her mind a bit.
As she greeted James, remaining carefully out of his reach, her mother joined the group. They chatted for a while (Lily didn't say much), then, they left.
Lily could have swore on her favorite charms book that she heard the faint voice of her wedding dress upstairs. . .
Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu loooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvveee hiiiiimmm-
Lily quickly shut the front door.
James walked to a rather secluded bush, out of people's view, beckoning Lily.
Lily slowly walked over to him.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Ready for what?" She asked uncertainly. What did he-?
"To apparate."
"Oh!" Lily said, then her heart sunk. "Oh. . ."
She couldn't apparate! She was only fifteen!
. . .How could she make an excuse for this? She forgot how? No. She was feeling unwell? No. Her head hurt? No. Her nose scratched? Lily had already given up by the time she thought of that last excuse.
James had a concentrated look on his face, Lily guessed he was about to apparate. But, when he noticed she wasn't doing anything, the concentrated look disappeared. "Er, Lily?"
"Hmmm?"
"Don't you think it's time to go?"
"Sure."
"Okay. . .well, let's go."
"Um. . ."
James' second concentrated face disappear too. "Yeah?"
"Well, I was thinking. . .maybe we could travel by floo tonight. I'm not really in the mood to apparate." Lily explained nervously.
Liarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Urgh, the stupid dress was still talking! It was sort of like a conscience. . .a very annoy conscience. . .a very, very annoying conscience. She wish she could take it back now. But why did it have to be so pretty? The puffy sleeved dress was looking pretty good right now. It didn't talk. At least it never did when she tried it on. . .
James raised an eyebrow and replied slowly,"Okay, sure. Whatever you want."
With that, they both walked back to the front door and rang the doorbell.
Lily's mother opened it,"Charlotte, don't you think your a little early for the tupperware party?. . ." Carol trailed off as she realized it wasn't Charlotte, but Lily and James. In her arms were three plastic containers, or tupperware.
Lily rolled her eyes. Her mother had these plastic container party every time she turned around it seemed. They weren't always at their house, but usually they were.
Carol loved to socialize.
Before Carol could get a word out, George had walked up behind her, car keys in hand,"I'll just be going now-Lily! James! What are you two doing back already?"
Lily's father did not care for the tupperware parties, like Lily, unlike Petunia (who also liked to socialize). He'd usually go to the nearest cafe and drink tea and read the newspaper while the parties went on. Which could last for hours. Good thing there was alot of news happening.
"Oh, well, Lily wanted to floo to my parents instead." James explained.
"Oh. Okay, well, bye you two. . .again." George said with a laugh, sliding out of the house, past Lily and James to the car. He drove off.
Carol held the door open, precious tupperware still in her arms. "I was suprised to see you there. Actually, I was expecting Charlotte to be arriving so-"
Ding, Dong!
"-There she is!" Carol said, scurrying back to the door.
Lily immediately began to rush off, trying to avoid Charlotte. She never cared much for her mother's friends. Sure, they were nice. It's just. . .they talked so much! She couldn't get a word in edgewise.
She was half way to the livingroom and fireplace, only to see that James wasn't with her.
Lily found no point in rushing off if James was caught by Charlotte, then they'd both be standing there for half an hour talking.
She hurried back and grasped his arm, pulling-dragging him out of the hallway to the livingroom.
"What's the hurry?" James asked, glancing back.
"Tupperware buddy of mums. Four words: Avoid. At. All. Costs." Lily said simply, in front of the fireplace now. She grabbed a small pot and took off it's lid. It was filled with floo powder.
"That bad, eh?" James asked with a laugh.
Lily shrugged, not in the mood to talk. Well, she never really was in the mood to talk with James.
She held the floo container out to James, waiting for him to go first, that way she'd know what his parents address was.
"Oh, no. Ladies first." James said with a mocking bow.
"Oh, no. Prats first." Lily said before she could stop herself. She prayed that they teased each other with names like that. She hoped. She wished, actually. Lily knew she didn't want to have to call him Honeybun or Sweety or some other cheesy name like that.
To Lily's relief, James, apparently, was use to that name,"Prats? I don't see any prats around here." He teased, waving an arm around the room.
Lily could hear her mother's and Charlotte's voice just outside the livingroom. She groaned. "No, please, go ahead."
"You first."
"No, you first."
"You."
"You." Lily said tiredly.
"Why do you want me to go first?" James asked with a smirk. Lily never cared for his smirk. Especially, his impish kind of smirks,"So you can watch my bum as I walk gracefully to the fireplace?" He asked slyly, coming closer.
Lily never cared for his comments either. Or the closeness between them.
She shoved the floo powder at him with a roll of her eyes,"Just go. . .please. The tupperware ladies are all starting to arrive. . .and since when were you graceful?"
Which was true. The doorbell had rang three times during their discussion over who would go first.
"Since forever. . .Fine, fine." He said." But you owe me one." James said with a suggestive look on his face. He grabbed a bit of the powder just as the tupperware ladies voice's grew. James handed the floo powder back to Lily. With a wave to Lily (Which Lily tried to give a small smile, so not to suspious), James said in a not so loud voice ( since the tupperware people were just outside the room, Carol carefully blocking the entrance, Lily noticed),"2301 Merlin's Beard Road!"
Lily hurriedly grabbed a hand full of powder, trying her best to remember the address, all the while rushing to the fireplace.
Just as she said the address, her dress called from upstairs,
Good Byyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee, Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilyyyyyyyyyy! Oh, and youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu loooooooooooooveeeeeeeeee himmmmmm!
She chose to ignore the stupid piece of fabric, since it really didn't know what it was talking about. Pfft.
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"Oof!" Lily groaned as she landed on a the floor roughly.
She opened her eyes, coughing a bit from the powder she somehow inhaled on the way.
The floor gave a squeal. . .wait! Floors do not squeal!
It was a house elf.
She landed on a house elf.
Lily immediately scrabbled up, apologizing to the startled creature.
"No need to apologize to Tipsy, Miss! Tipsy is fine, Miss!" The house elf Tipsy exclaimed enthusiastically. A bit too enthusiastically after being knocked down by something twice your size.
"Er. . .right." Lily said uncertainly as her attention wander to other things, such as the room around her. It was a nicely decorated warm looking room. Probably the livingroom.
But where was James? Where was anyone?
Was she suppose to have dinner with the house elf?
"Hey, Lily." James' calm voice said behind her.
Lily spun around, scared to death,"Merlin. . .James!" She was still a bit hestitant with the whole "James" thing. "You scared me!"
James gave her a sheepish grin,"Sorry. Want me to make it up to you?" He asked after a second.
Lily knew what he was implying, and even though she had enjoyed the kiss he'd given at the bench, she wouldn't even think about actually kissing him again.
She back away some,"No thanks, I'm good."
"Suit yourself, I guess." James said, trying hide a disappointed look.
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"So, Lily, have you found a wedding dress yet?" James' mother, Susan asked with a kind smile.
Lily looked up from her plate of broccoli salad and chicken to Susan, James at her left, Harold, James' father, to next to Susan, who was across from her.
She nodded,"Um, yes. Just today, actually. It's beautiful. And it talks." Lily covered her mouth quickly as that last bit slipped casually out of her mouth. Now it really didn't matter if she told them she was actually fifteen-years-old in an eighteen-year-old's. She'd just said that her wedding dress talks. Lily might as well get use to the idea of a loony bin.
James and his parents stared at her for moment. Susan and Harold stared at her curiously, while leave it to James to be gapping at her like an idiot, mouth open, broccoli salad in his mouth.
"I mean. . .um, I mean-" Lily stopped and giggled nervously for a moment,"I mean, it just was calling to me when I saw it. You know? It was just telling me to buy it."
And you didddddddddddd, didn't youuuuuuuuuuu?
Lily inwardly groaned. Apparently, the dress wouldn't be leaving her head anytime soon.
A few seconds passed before all of the Potter family laughed at the joke. James put an arm around Lily's shoulder and squeezed it, then let go. He shook his head at her, an amused smile on his face.
He had hazel eyes, she noticed. Her's were green. Hazel and Green. Green and Hazel.
After the laughing finally ceased and eating began again, Susan started the wedding dress conversation back up, much to Lily's displeasure. GUILT. "I'm sure it will look wonderful on you." She sighed wistfully,"I've never experienced a muggle wedding ceremony before. Never even seen what a wedding dress looks like."
Guillllllllllllllty!
Lily tugged at a lock of her hair,"Well, maybe I could bring it by sometime before the wedding. . ."
"Oh, that would be lovely, Lily!" Susan said witha smile.
Lil suppose she should drop by with the wedding dress sometime, since they weren't going to actually get married. Susan had never seen a muggle wedding dress, so Lily might as well show her.
"So, Lily, what is the function of a taster." Harold asked in wonder, changing the topic.
Lily's eyebrows furrowed as Susan and James also looked her way. . . Maybe it was just her imagination, but it sure seemed like James had been looking her way through most of dinner. . .
He sureeeeeee wasssssssssss!
Thanks, Wedding Dress.
Your Welllllllllllllllcome!
Lily shook her head,"Well, uh. . .you see-. . .a taster, you say?" She asked confused.
"Yes, I think you put bread in it-"
"Oh! You mean a toaster!" Lily said, now understanding what he was talking about.
"Ah, yes. That's what I meant. I could have swore the muggle man selling those, er, toasters, you say? Yes. Those toasters were called tasters." Harold muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
"Well, you see-. . ."
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Lily liked Harold and Susan.
They were nice, intelligent, and funny. They made her feel welcome. Even in the situation she was going through.
They had just finished chatting in the living room after eating dinner when James asked Lily excitedly if she wanted to see his new broomstick.
Lily had snorted inwardly. Only James Harold (She had learned that after Susan said his full name at the table) Potter would still be giddy like a school boy over a broomstick.
Lily would rather have not, but what else could she say?
He lead her up a flight of stairs and to a rather long hallway, quite a few doors leading to rooms.
James stopped at one that was plain, just like the other doors.
Lily had a feeling she wouldn't like where they were going. She had a feelng she knew where they wre going. And it made her even more uncomfortable than she was.
She was correct.
It was his bedroom.
As she stood in the door, Lily noticed the room was just as she imagined it would be like: Messy and filled with pictures of quidditch. There were some with his friends, she noticed also, but mostly quidditch pictures.
Lily also notice some pictures of her and James together. They looked happy.
She warily stood still in the doorway, watching James walk to a trunk at the end of his bed, open it and pull out his new broom.
He looked like a child in Honeyduke's.
James stood with it proudly, rambling on about some nonsense Lily couldn't understand for a few moments till he noticed she was just standing in the doorway, looking awkward and uncomfortable.
He walked towards her, broom still in hand (of course). "Alright there, Lily?"
That sentence reminded her of the countless times he had said that to her at Hogwarts, of course, it was "Evans" instead, but there was always that "Alright there" or something close to it.
"Oh, yeah. Great." She said with forced enthusiasm. "Why's your broom in you room?" Lily wanted to change the subject, but also she wass just curious. She had also learned that there was a small quidditch pitch behind the house, with a shed. That seemed like the place for a broomstick.
James laughed and examined the broom closely,"Well, Sirius' broom broke a while ago, so he just thought it would be okay to break in and take mine for joy rides every once and a while. So, I keep it up here now. This is a brand new broom, cost me a fortune, and there's no way I'm letting anyone use it-excluding you, of course." He said, nudging her in the arm.
Lily ignored the comment, although, her face was pink some,"He's your best friend though."
"Yeah, but Sirius is known to be a bit of a walking disaster, you know that. Even if he is my best friend."
Lily nodded and looked away, out his window on the opposite side of the room.
The silence was becoming increasingly annoying to Lily, just like the beautiful wedding dress was.
This isssssssssssss awkward,ehhhhhhhhhh?
Lily's heart stopped as James' hand lightly moved down her arm, closing around her own hand. "What are you thinking about?"
If only he knew.
"Oh, nothing." Lily said instead.
"Ask me what I'm thinking about." James said. Lily noticed he was pulling her slightly more into his room with his hand. She panicked. He wouldn't, would he? No. Even he tried, she wouldn't let him fiance or not.
"What are you thinking about?" Lily asked warily.
"You."
Lily didn't know what to do. Her brain wasn't working. Her mind was already jam-packed with confusion, panic, and nervousness. It was in overdrive.
That might be why she did what she did next.
She giggled.
Like some-some stupid bimbo or something. Lily occasionally, when she was nervous, would giggle. It was a habit of hers.
But now, now she was more than just nervous. She couldn't stop giggling.
James looked at her with an amused, yet wondering expression,"What's so funny?"
"I don't know." Lily said between giggles. "I can't help it."
"Are you nervous?"
How did he know?
Lily, even though she couldn't stop giggling, was shocked. How did he know?
"How-what-how did you know?" Lily couldn't believe she just admitted to being nervous.
"You told me, remember? Besides, I've seen you giggle that pretty little head of yours off right when something nerveracking happens. Like at graduation. I didn't know if you would be able to make your head girl speech with all the giggling you were doing before hand." James was chuckling now.
Lily could only stare (right above James head, she couldn't look him in the eye for some reason). She would be Head Girl? Woah.
Maybe this whole waking up older thing was a good thing after all. She just found out she would be Head Girl!
Lily was also suprised James knew such personal information about her. Only her mum and dad knew about her giggling habit.
Were they really that close?
Was she suppose to know some secret trait about him?
Lily knew that when he was nervous or tried to impress someone, he'd run a hand through his hair, but everyone knew that. It was kind of obvious.
Lily's giggling had stopped since her mind was processing the information just given to her.
That is, until James put an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
She giggling like mad then.
James looked at her funnily,"What are you nervous about?"
Lily tried to control her giggling,"Well, ah. . ." She looked towards a poster of a quidditch player in red and green robes flew around. He winked and waved at her. ". . .Uh, one of those quidditch player just winked at me. . .and it was funny. . .and I'm not nervous. Who said anything about being nervous?" She asked nervously.
"You did."
"I did what?" Lily asked in confusion, once more giggling.
"You said you were nervous." James explained, giving the poster that Lily pointed at a dirty look.
Jeallllllllllllllllllous!
There was that dress again.
Lily thought that was weird. James was jealous of a poster. Ha.
She finally was able to get her giggling under control, although, she wasn't any less nervous.
Lily wasn't sure why she was nervous. Well, the reason was kind of obvious, actually.
She was standing in the middle of a boys' bedroom, a boys' arm around her waist, lights off, and no adults around anywhere. . .
But it was James Potter.
. . .But he was just as much a boy as any other boy out there.
. . .But he was annoying and a jerk.
James lowered his head towards Lily's lips, dropping them lightly against hers.
Lily froze for a second, not moving. What was she to do now?
James pulled back and stared at her. He realized she was not kissing back. He was getting suspicous. She knew he was.
The only thing to do was to kiss him back. . .it was the only way, Lily decided.
Besides, she did enjoy the last kiss a bit.
He hesitantly lowered his lips to hers again. Lily, after a few seconds, kissed back. Her face was flustered, it had been for quite some time.
The kiss ended with a Bang! as James' new broomstick fell to the floor, his grip had lessened during the kiss, forgetting about it.
They immediately jerk away and looked around startled, till James realized he dropped the broom.
He scrambled to grab to it from the floor as Lily stood in a daze.
She hated herself for actually liking the kiss of that arrogant git.
James examined his broom carefully,"Oh, Merlin, I hope that doesn't leave a dent or anything."
Lily rolled her eyes.
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Author's Note: Well, there's the next chapter. What do you think? Don't forget to check out the wedding dress pic's!
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