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PROPOSAL

"Sirius, will you marry me?"

Sirius froze, the plates in his hands wobbling. "Wh-What?"

"I said, will you marry me?" James repeated.

Sirius looked confused. "Why would you ask me that? I mean, now of all times. I'm setting the table for Christ's sake."

James looked a bit hurt. "But, you just . . . you looked so beautiful, being all sweet and serious and I just . . . I want you forever. Is that so bad?"

"No." Sirius answered. "I-I just wasn't expecting you to propose when I had a stack of paper plates in my hands and a pizza in the oven."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Answer the question."

Sirius was silent. "I think I need to think."

"About what?" James demanded. "We've been dating for five years, living together for two. It's not like we're a fresh new couple, but even if we were . . . I love you, Sirius."

"Shut up." Sirius said. "I didn't say I needed to think about my answer, you freak. That's a yes."

James opened his mouth and shut it. "You're saying yes."

Sirius dropped the 'bachelor' plates on the table and pulled James to him, deeply kissing the other man. "Of course, I'm saying yes, you dolt."

"Then what do you need to think about?"

Sirius grinned. "What Zeppelin song to walk down the aisle to, of course. It's not like they're going to play the Bridal March."

James swore.