The Clichéd but Still adorable Tales of Evans and Potter

Thinking of the Future

The Great Hall filled with students sitting down to eat. Each house table was packed with ravenous students who were still trying to shake the sleep from their faces. James Potter was no different as he sat down with Lily besides their friends. They chatted and ate for a majority of breakfast until the post arrived.

An envelope addressed to Lily landed beside her plate. She looked at it curiously before breaking the seal on it and opening to see the letter inside. She scanned over it; James watched as her smile turned into a sort of grimace and she stuffed the letter and envelope into her bag, standing up. He stood to follow her.

"I just forgot my potions book, I'll see you in class, yeah?" she said, attempting a smile.

"I don't mind going with you."

"Don't miss out on eating because of me." She stood up on her tip toes and placed a light kiss on his cheek before departing.

He didn't have a chance to ask her throughout the day. With classes and head duties it was near impossible to find a time to talk to her. James watched her put on the happy façade, laughing when appropriate and having casual conversations with her friends.

The common room was empty and their friends were either out about the castle or asleep. James found the opportunity to talk to her.

"Hey, Lily?" he said breaking the comfortable silence.

"Mhmm?" she replied not bothering to look up from essay she'd been working on for the better part of two hours.

"Who was that letter from? The one you got at breakfast this morning."

This got her attention and she looked up at him for a few moments before answering. "Remember how I sent in that application for the internship in St Mungo's? Well, the ministry was kind enough to respond to it."

"What did it say?" he asked.

"To sum it up, they told me that mudbloods really shouldn't bother looking for work," she said, looking back down at her paper.

James cringed when he heard her say that. "Don't call yourself that."

"Why not, James? It all means the same thing. Whether I'm muggleborn or a mudblood, I don't have a chance of finding a job once we leave. And I know I told you that I want to fight, but they aren't exactly sending out recruiters to find people who want to." She sighed and looked up at him.

The idea of Lily fighting terrified James. He learned years before that Lily could handle herself but he still wanted to be there to protect her. When they had discussed this before it always ended in her getting irritated with him and after a few minutes a heated snog in a broom closet. Not all bad, James had to admit. He knew he was being a hypocrite though; it had been Sirius and his plan to fight as soon as they left Hogwarts.

"It's scary you know, that we only have a few months here until we have to find places to live and figure out how to earn money so you can afford a place to live and food and..." she trailed off, pulling him from his thoughts.

He took her hand and pulled her so that she was sitting beside him. "I know a way you wouldn't have to worry about any of that."

She looked at him curiously. "Okay I'll bite, what's James Potter's fix for my lack of family who can do magic?"

"Marry me."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Marry me," James repeated patiently.

"Don't be funny, this is serious."

"I'm being completely serious, Lily. We could get married and you wouldn't have to worry about finding a job or a place to live or anything else."

"We're eighteen, James! Do you honestly expect me to agree to this? People only get married this young when they're-"

"Completely and unconditionally in love?" he cut in.

"When they're pregnant," she finished.

"Well if you want, we could get started on that right away." He raised an eyebrow suggestively at her.

"Funny," Lily deadpanned.

He shrugged. "I'm not asking you to answer me right now. Hell, don't even think of this as an actual proposal. Just keep it in mind, yeah?"

"Sure, I'll think about it." She said moving closer to him and resting her head on his chest. "If you told me three years ago that I'd be sitting here discussing marriage with you, I would have thought you were completely mad."

He chuckled lightly. "If I would have told you that, three years ago, you would have hexed me into oblivion."

"You're probably right," she admitted sheepishly. "But, Lily Potter does have a certain ring to it."

"It does, as well as Mrs. Lily Potter and Lily and James Potter and-"

"I think I get it," she smiled.

"I love you."

"And I love you too."

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