"Hey Evans?"

"What James?"

"I just hexed Snape. He's hanging off the Christmas tree."

"Oh no, really?"

"Nah…I'm just messing with you."

"God, your jokes are getting old."

"…."

"Lily?"

"Yes?"

"Professor Dumbledore owled me yesterday and said your Transfiguration N.E.W.T is an Exceeds Expectations."

"NO. No, no, no. I knew something was going to ruin my perfect score! But whyyy! I studied so hard!"

"Relax Evans. I was kidding."

"Aarghh…James! I'm tired of your jokes. Can't you be serious for once? For once in your whole sodding –"

"Marry me."

"Wh…What? Are you serious?"

"Would you like me to be?"

"Um…I, uh –"

"Would you like me to be serious, Lily Evans?"

"I…yes…"

"Good. Then I am serious. Marry me."

"I don't… I don't know…"

"Oh, come on. We'll get married in the Astronomy Tower and have two boys named Sirius James Potter and Remus Peter Potter. We'll also get a cat –"

"Oh shut up and kiss me, you prat."

"…"

"…"

"Oh and James?"

"Yeah?"

"We're not naming our kids after your friends."

"Aw, bugger."