Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns anything recognizable
Author's Note: I changed my mind again. I wasn't planning on posting this here... but hey, at least you can rely on regular updates from this.
So. New story. Just some drabble... something to add to when I get bored but am very uninspired. You know, I should really finish things before I start new ones...
"I can see the future, you know."
Lily gave him an odd look.
"And I care because?"
"You're in it, of course, my sweet Evans."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And would I happen to be hexing your backside from here to Pluto in this future you happen to be able to see?"
"In the most recent one, yes. But do you know what I saw in the one two years from now?"
Lily looked at him. The James Potter, self-proclaimed 'Quidditch God', prankster, and her part-time stalker. She looked at him grinning at her, his hazel eyes sparkling with life behind those round spectacles of his.She rolled her eyes and decided to humour him. "What did you see, Potter?"
"You and me, Evans. Happily married. And you're fat in it."
Lily gasped in shock and began beating him around the head with her book. "How dare you insinuate that I am fat, Potter!"
James simply grabbed her wrists and grinned at her.
"Funny how you're more concerned about the fact that you're fat than the fact you're married to me."