Chapter Four
Fifth year was the year we had OWL's. Ahh, Ordinary Wizarding Levels…none of us would be here today as the successful adults we are, without those tests. Another reason none of us would be here today if we had never had those stupid exams, would be because Lily and Snivellus would still be friends, and he would have found a way to make sure that James never got to go out with Lily, which eventually led to him asking her to marry him, which is why we're all here today. In short, OWL's were a very important part of our lives.
It's a shame Peter nearly failed them. But oh well, he doesn't really have a very important part in this story. In fact, I don't think I've mentioned him yet. I've always wondered why people break great traditions, such as that one. So, let's just forget I mentioned Peter and leave him out of the story, why don't we? Just kidding. He did play a sort of important part in getting Lily to fall for James. At least, I think he did…
Not important. The only reason I'm only giving James silent support right now is so I can share with you how that guy ended up on the altar today.
I have no idea what was going through our heads that day by the lake, after the DADA exam. Who am I kidding? I know exactly what was going through my head that day. It is my head, after all.
I do kind of regret it now. (But only kind of. He's still Snivellus.) It was all my fault that Lily lost her best friend. Okay, no it wasn't. It was James' fault as well. But I started it all.
We were sitting under the tree, by the lake, and I told James that I was bored. It was after I said that, that James saw him. And we sorta kinda maybe…attacked Snivelly. No, attacked is too strong of a word. We just mercilessly teased him and almost ended up taking off his pants. And all because I said I was bored. Definitely not something I'm proud of. I'm never going to tell my children about that. But maybe my godchildren…
Oh, didn't I mention that before? I've already called dibs on being James and Lily's future children's godfather. It just goes along with my official role as best friend.
One day, when my godchild is old enough to actually remember all of the embarrassing stories I know about Lily and James, I'll tell him or her just what kind of people those two were, and probably will still be.
Personally, I think that James (and as his best friend I'm allowed to say this) is the stupidest person on the planet. Seriously. And don't even think about commenting on my word choice just then.
It took James six years to figure out that Lily wasn't going to like him if he was acting like a jerk to everyone.
It took James six years to figure out that yelling at Lily across the Great Hall to go out with him wasn't going to work out positively for him. And he has the bruises to prove how long that took.
It took James six bloody years to get it into his head that if he wanted Lily to like him for who he really was, he should show her just that side of himself.
And guess what? Once those six years were up and James figured all that out, it took about six seconds for him to get Lily to agree to be friends with him.
And it took less than six words from James for Lily to be here today.
a/n-one more chapter to go...