Lily was lying in bed, James Potter sitting at her feet and leaning against a post of her bed. She was nervous and her sentences were short and choppy.
"So we have to start the dance?" Lily asked fervently. She was thinking about this all month and it really wasn't laying well with all her stress levels.
"Yes."
"There's gonna be a dance?" She knew she was asking a stupid question but she needed to ask it, ok?!
"Yes, Lily."
"And we have to dress up?"
"Yes."
"And bring real people?"
"Well, no one ever said they had to be real so..." His voice trailed away and Lily looked over her body to see his elbow resting on one of his knees that was on the bed. He was staring contentedly out of the window. Gazing in to the dark green silhouettes of the hills and-
"No feet on the bed. Off."
"Sorry." He quickly removed them.
"I'm joking, stupid. If you had shoes on then I would be madder than Dumbledore on a Saturday night." James put his feet back up and winked at her.
"What'ya dressing up as?" She asked James while making a lipstick float with her hands.
"It's a surprise. Yours?"
"Also a surprise since your being stubborn as hell and aren't telling me."
"Ok." He shrugged and at that moment, she knew this was not going to be easy.
****
All the candles were out but the Great Hall still had a deep bluish glow about it. Lily and James were helping Hagrid put pumpkins out and they were chatting away.
"Pretty groovy, don't you think?" Lily asked for James' opinion after they were done, but he just looked at her confused.
"Groovy?" He repeated, bewilder clear upon his face.
"Cool, I guess." Lily summed up the use of Muggle language quickly. It was half funny watching all the purebloods wonder what she's saying, but after a few weeks, it got kind of annoying.
"Oh." He drew the word out for long and nodded once slowly.
"I wonder what everyone's going to be wearing. Dressing up isn't really something most usually do, is it?"
"Yeah, all of those types of purebloods think they're 'far too superior to be doing foolish things like dressing up'. Bollocks, if you ask me. Mum and dad always let me dress up though." James put on a pompous voice when he was talking about what purebloods thought and Lily giggled slightly. She was happy that James was one of those purebloods who were crazy about Voldemort and blood superiority, like Sirius' family. It was quite clear that Sirius was probably one of the three sane people of the Black family. Lily knew a girl named Andromeda (she was a few years older than her but she was working in a shop in Diagon Alley and Lily had started a conversation with her) and she had no idea she was a Black until she told her. She seemed so down to earth and caring. Of course, Slytherins can be like that if they wanted too, but it was just rare to see someone like her from a family like that.
"Righ' you two, off to dress now, eh? An' pra'tice yer dancin'. I'm sure yeh'll be wonderful." Hagrid boomed from the other end of the hall and Lily and James left.
****
"Everyone's gonna think we're a damned couple now." Said Lily furiously as she paced through the Gryffindor common room, James standing still. Both thought it would be better to get dressed with their friends but now Lily was wondering if that was a good idea. Marlene, Alice, Peter and Sirius were rolling about laughing while Remus was trying to suppress himself, but he was failing fast. Lily was a zombie bride while James was a zombie.
"I think it's funny. Plus, you can't change it now." He reminded. Lily's torn, old fashioned, long white dress ran past the floor and she looked at James. A lengthy, rose red, realistic gash sat on her left cheek and she was rather proud of herself for doing some good magic. He usual crimson silk that ran down her back had turned in to a knotty, cropped mess, but it would gradually would get better during the night as the spell would be wearing off. James had all sorts cuts and slices across his face and arms. His hair was messier than usual (that's saying something) and his ripped, brown jacket lay snug around his shoulders. Neither of their faces were green though because James said it would 'tarnish his beauty ever so slightly' (making Sirius snort) and Lily just couldn't be bothered.
"Lily, my bride, come with to the Hall?" James offered his hand to Lily and she glared at him, making him wilt slightly.
"Not your bride, James. I'll hex you if you say otherwise."
"Oh, you will be his bride. James just need to get a move on." Sirius chuckled evilly. Lily looked at him calmly and made an 'oh' sound.
"Oh. And you don't need to get a move on with Remus, do you?" She looked at him expectantly and then he glared at James. James just shrugged. Suspicious.
"Haha, Lils, you're so funny." Remus said awkwardly, his hand automatically shooting to the back of his head. He was a vampire and his hair was slicked back. It rather suited his thin appearance.
"Nah, Sirius just needs to be slicker that your hair." Marlene retorted back. Remus opened his mouth then he smirked at Sirius who nodded.
"Oh, this isn't my natural hair!" Remus ran his fingers through his hair, starting at the front. Sirius made a dramatic movement back.
"WHAAAT?" He gasped and Remus nodded. He reached deep on to his robes and pulled out a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion.
"I use Sleekeazy's and it's solved all of my problems!" He shook the bottle slightly and Sirius gasped again and put a hand to his mouth.
"Where can I get my own?" He asked eagerly. Remus placed the bottle back in to his robes and smirked.
"At any local beauty shop. We know you want to be slick. Make that easy with Sleekeazy's Hair Potion."
"Ok, wow. You guys are pathetic. When did you even come up with this? Dad'll be proud that you guys are promoting his product though." James sighed and Lily turned to him.
"Your dad made Sleekeazy's?" She asked, surprised.
"Surprise?" He said quietly. She was honestly shocked that he hadn't rubbed it in her face over the years, it would just be something he would do.
"How come your hair looks like a bird's nest then?"
"That's just how it grows. Now, come on all of you. We decorated the hall amazingly, didn't we, Lily?"
"Of course you think that!" Sirius retorted, earning him a glare.
****
"So who's your actual date?" James asked while slow dancing with Lily. McGonagall said they only had to dance the first dance together then they could go off with whoever they want. Also, after seeing the look on James' face, also warned that the first dance had to be formal. James shut his mouth instantly.
"Nobody wants to dance with a redheaded nerd, James. They'd be mad if they did."
"Guess I'm mad then." James sighed, resting his chin on Lily's head. They fit together perfectly, like two missing puzzle pieces, earnest to find their partner. A faint pink crept upon Lily's face and she begged with all her strength for it to stop.
"W-what about you? Astella Preston said you were going with her." Lily said, recalling the memory. For some reason, her heart seemed to sink like a ship and she suddenly felt heavy. What is that feeling?
"Astella's a bloody liar then. I don't have anyone either." He laughed. Astella was a pretty, dark skinned girl with long, wavy, chestnut brown hair and eyes as grey as a cloud on a rainy day, but James knew she was no comparison to Lily. Lily (for him anyways) was like a lantern, she could light the way like a leader, but always bring a glow to anything. The song faded out and neither moved until Lily asked if they should get drinks.
"I'll get them." James said, a wonderful thought coming to mind.
"If y'want to." He sped off to the drinks table.
"You're with Potter then, are you?" A cold voice sounded from behind Lily. She knew that voice all too familiarly. Severus Snape. "What does it matter to you?" Lily replied, her voice as cold as ice. Severus Snape was an aspiring Death Eater, that was clear to everyone who had exchanged a single word with him. Lily had exchanged more that one word with him, for they were old best friends.
"You said you hated him!" His temper rising like a slithering snake. She said he hated him! He knew he could be so much better than him. He would treat Lily with tender care, if only, by a miracle, she forgave him.
"Times change, Severus. Leaves fall and flowers bloom. Now, shouldn't you be with Avery, I dunno, hexing a first year or something?" She asked, eyes ablaze with the growing hatred for the boy standing in front of her.
"I'm here with somebody ten times better than you." He lied while smirking madly.
"I'd like to think a cardboard cut out of Celestina Warbeck is beneath me, thank you very much."
"No, I'm here with a girl who I'm going to marry." He lied again, his insides falling apart like a piece of wet paper. He had always hoped to marry Lily, but luck is never in his favour.
"Can't marry cardboard, Snape." Lily smiled frostily.
"Oh, shut up you filthy mud-" A wand stabbed his chest.
"I'd rather you not to finish that sentence, Snivellus." James glared at Severus icily. The combined hate for him was immense and so thick you could see it. Severus stalked off, not before throwing a dirty loom at James behind his shoulder.
"Pumpkin Juice, m'lady." James smiled as he handed a Pumpkin Juice.
"Thank you, kind sir." She answered in a posh voice. She downed her drink quickly as she was parched, but when she looked back in the cup, something took her by surprise.

How about you spend the rest of the night with me, eh? Rather informal, I know, but will you?

These words were written at the bottom of the cup and Lily grinned ear to ear. She smiled at James and he knew his answer.
That right there blossomed in to something so much more beautiful.

oh, hello. this is... i don't know what this is. i just know that it really isn't good. i hope you can forgive me for it lol. i really don't know what else to say.
see you next millenium.