A Wedding Story

Part Two

Lily peered into the oven and eyed her casserole. It was golden brown on the top, but she still wasn't sure. Opening the door, she stuck a knife inside and tasted. It wasn't half-bad. She grabbed some oven-mitts and pulled out the casserole, putting it on the stove and letting it cool a bit.

Leaving it to cool, she turned off the oven and went back into the bedroom. She was packing for herself and James' honeymoon, as they were leaving tomorrow for Tortula. She smiled sadly, and thought of Marlene. But it had been James' idea, and Lily wasn't going to remind him that's where one of their friends died.

Speaking of deaths...

She shook her head and looked in her closet for anything that she had missed packing. It was going to be quite warm, as it was May, and she had even gone out and bought James a few pairs of shorts (quite small, and tight), though she wasn't too sure if he'd wear them, as he wasn't used to them.

Smelling her casserole, she waved her wand and the two suitcases zipped up and rolled themselves to the wall. She returned to the kitchen and took out a plate and silverware, and cut herself a piece. She eyed the piece and then the giant rectangle that was left.

Maybe she made too much.

She heard familiar laughing down the hallway and knew exactly how to get rid of it. Although, he wasn't supposed to be here...

"Lily! Lily, my darl-ow! Padfoot! That's a wall!" James said.

"No, that's your door," Sirius grinned. "Lily-love, let us in."

Lily walked to the door, plate in hand and slowly ate her meal. "Can't, Sirius. You know the rules."

"Don't worry," Sirius said, laughing a bit. "I've got it covered. C'mon, open the door."

Lily cracked the door and then began laughing, opening it all the way. James was wearing a black satin blindfold that Lily was sure had come from her private stash. He also had a giant grin on his face and was reaching out to the darkness.

"What do you want?" Lily asked, toying with James' outstretched hand. She would lightly brush the side of his hand, so that he knew she was there, but when he tried to grab her hand, she'd sweep the other side of his hand. She put her plate down on the table near the door and started confusing him further by using both hands.

"Is that food?" Sirius said, looking quite like a dog that had just scented a rabbit. "Is that...casserole?"

"Yes," Lily said, still quite enjoying her game with James. "I seem to have made too much."

"Well not any-" He saw what was going on and stormed over, putting his hands in between theirs and breaking them up. "No prelude to shagging here."

"Padfoot," James whined.

"So, you're hungry?" Lily asked, picking up her half-eaten casserole square and walking back into the kitchen.

"Most definitely," Sirius said, following her. James, still blindfolded, edged forwards, but tripped over a carpet in front of the door and landed face-down.

"When did we put a carpet here?!" he yelled.

"James, honey, your mother gave that to us when we moved in," Lily said, walking over to help him up. "Sirius Black, don't you touch that casserole until I get there!"

Sirius, who was halfway to cutting a large chunk, cringed and put the knife away.

Lily got James to his feet, when he pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm gonna miss you tonight," he whispered into her hair.

"I'm sure you'll get over-SIRIUS! DON'T TOUCH!" Lily said, fighting off James' hands.

Sirius pouted and put down the knife. He came back into the living room to find Lily fighting off James, who was winning by several hands.

"Sirius is watching," she hissed, prying his hand away from her rear.

"Don't mind me!" Sirius whistled, turning around. "I'll take him when you're through with him."

"Hear that?" James snickered, kissing down her neck. "He'll wait while we go have a quickie in the kitchen."

"Potter, are you fifteen?" Lily asked, trying half-heartedly to push him off. "Sirius, make sure he gets whatever has gotten into him out of his system before tomorrow," Lily said, breaking out of James' arms. "Otherwise he'll be humping my leg in front of the alter tomorrow."

"Will do, Lily-love, will do," Sirius said, grabbing James by the scruff of his neck and hauling him off of his wife-to-be. "Now, while we're here and all hot and horny, what's say you to giving two boys a giant piece of that casserole you made."

"I supposed you want me to, stop it, Potter!" Lily cried, swiping away his hands, which had found their way under her shirt. "What has gotten into you tonight?"

"I have no idea," James said, rubbing his hands and grinning devilishly. "But I rather like it."

"Casserole!" Sirius whined, hovering over the steaming food.

"I swear, the two of you are like children," Lily rolled her eyes. She glared at James, who was hovering close again. "I have a knife, Potter. I would go sit down."

Sirius gave a cry of happiness when Lily gave him half of the casserole. He took the plate with both hands and ran into the living room, fork in hand. Lily cut James a piece and handed it to him with a fork, and put her hands on his shoulders, guiding him into the living room. She sat him down on the couch and sat next to him.

"I suppose you need me to feed you as well, hm?" Lily asked, picking up a fork. James smirked and opened his mouth.

"Now, now," Sirius said, mouth full. "None of that!"

"Practice for tomorrow," Lily grinned, carefully put the fork into James' mouth.

"You look like you're feeding a baby, Lily," Sirius pointed out. "Oh, oh damn! I didn't mean it!!" he started looking quite horrified. At the mention of the word ‘baby', James reached forward and took Lily's hand in his, leaning in to press his nose against her cheek. She giggled softly and reached up to stroke his cheek gently.

Sirius knew that any mention of child or children resulted in sickening looks for the next ten minutes. He threw a pillow at them.

"I'm eating," he said.

"We aren't married yet," James whispered into Lily's ear. "And you started it..."

"Stop!" Sirius groaned, turning the other way. Lily giggled softly and James kissed her fingertips.

"The two of you are going to be disgusting when Lily gets pregnant," Sirius grumbled. "I hope you aren't planning on doing it soon."

"As soon as we get on that island," James said, sing-songingly. Lily reached up and cupped his face lovingly, placing a kiss on his nose.

"Moody know about this?" Sirius asked.

"We don't have to have his permission to get pregnant," Lily glared at Sirius. "If I do, then I do."

"But we're going to try awfully hard," James whispered into her neck.

"Right," Sirius said, shoveling the last bit into his mouth, and letting out a small belch. "I've had enough of this newlywed-fest."

He grabbed James by the spiky black hair and tore him away from Lily's neck, dragging him towards the door.

"Bye, Lily, darling," Sirius waved to her. "See you tomorrow morning."

"Bye," Lily said, rubbing her neck slightly. It was still tingling from where James had kissed it.

Sighing gently, she stood up and cleaned up the mess. After finishing the dishes and throwing the rest of the casserole away, she returned to sit in the living room and laid down on the couch. She looked around the flat and her eyes stopped at the picture table. There, amid moving pictures of James and her, along with all of their friends, was a still picture.

She stood up, quite mechanically, and walked over to the picture, picking it up and looking at it. She lightly touched the faces which did not move, and felt tears well up in her eyes. She quickly slammed the picture down on the table and walked back to the couch.

If she could make it past tomorrow, she would be fine.

"Bright...ug..."

"Morning sunshine!" Sirius said, way too chipperly.

"I'm going to be sick..."

"Aw, come on Moony!" Siris said, stretching. "You only had...what was it? Ten shots?"

Remus' only reply was throwing up in the nearest circular receptacle.

"Ssh!" Sirius said, frowning. "You'll wake up our groom..."

"I don't remember anything," Remus said, blinking over the flower pot he had thrown up into. "What happened?"

"Well, let's just say," Sirius sniggered, "that you made sure that James didn't get laid last night."

"Whaa?" Remus said, blinking. "How's that?"

"Because you hogged all three of the strippers," Sirius said. "But lucky James was gone by that point."

"I whaa?" Remus said, not comprehending anything that Sirius was saying. He turned his head to vomit again while Sirius was explaining what had happened.

"Mate, you might want to stop that before the wedding starts. I doubt Lily wants you puking all over her pretty white dress."

"Where's James?" Remus asked, rubbing his sweaty face.

"Asleep on the couch," Sirius pointed. Remus couldn't turn his head for fear of vomiting again.

"Where are we?"

"Your flat," Sirius said. "And it's nine in the morning, so you have four hours until you have to stop throwing up."

"I feel horrible," Remus whined.

"As well you should," Sirius threw a wet towel at him. "But you have shit on your chin."

Remus took the towel and pressed it to his face. It felt good against his face.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiily...."

"Ah, there's 'Prongs," Sirius said, taking another towel out of Remus' eye-line.

"Where are you?" James called.

"Your darling isn't here, Prongs," Sirius said, filling James line of sight. He lightly put a towel on top of James' face. "You're getting married to her in four hours."

"I am?"

"Yes, and then you can get to making tiny Prongs babies."

"We can?" James blinked.

"Mm-hm..."

"But I don't want to make tiny Prongs babies. I just wanna screw her-"

Sirius resisted the urge to laugh, and he just nodded. "Yes, Prongs, you can do that too."

"I don't feel good, Padfoot," James winced, and put his hand over the towel on his face.

"Well, just lay there," Sirius patted him on the forehead. "You'll be feeling better soon."

James rolled on his side, taking the towel with him and then he lightly began to snore.

"Ah yes, sleep sleep," Sirius smiled.

There was a light knocking on the door and Remus groaned, holding his head. Sirius hopped over him and opened the door, smiling when he saw Emmeline.

"Morning darling..."

Remus retched. James began moaning.

"Pleasant night last night?" Emmeline asked.

"Quite," Sirius said, closing the door to Remus begging someone to kill him. "So, how is our blushing bride?"

Emmeline shifted uncomfortably. "How about you go find out, and I'll stay here..."

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked. "She's still there, isn't she?"

"Yes, but..." Emmeline sighed. "You need to go see for yourself."