A/N: For Race to the Top of Mount Potter (3/55, prompt: a wedding)

The elderly wizard turns to James, repeating the most sacred question he's asked Lily only moments before. With a grin, James nods. "I do," he says.

More words are spoken, but Remus isn't really listening anymore. His eyes drift, as they often do, to Sirius who stands beside his best mate, wiping a tear from his eye. Remus tries not to laugh, as it would be highly inappropriate during the bride and groom's first kiss as husband and wife.

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"I wasn't crying, Moony," Sirius insists, taking a bite of cake and watching as James spins Lily around on the dance-floor. "I had something in my eye."

Remus snorts. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, mate," he says, leaning against the table. "Do you think you'll ever do it?"

"What, cry?"

Shaking his head, Remus makes a sweeping gesture with his hands, indicating the scene before them. "Get married."

Sirius nearly chokes on his cake, and several small, partially chewed pieces fly from his mouth. "You're kidding! Who in their right mind would ever put up with me?" he laughs, pushing a hand through his dark, shaggy hair before starting towards the crowd. "Oi! Wormy! C'mere, mate!"

"I would," Remus whispers, but only when Sirius is too far away to hear him.