a/n-This is the sequal/companion to His Best Man. I got the idea from a review from His Best Man. I hope everyone likes it.

disclaimer-As far as I know, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it.

His Bride

Chapter One

James and I were what you can call 'best enemies' from day one at Hogwarts.

As a pureblood, he felt himself just a tad bit above me, although he was never as bad as the Slytherins about it. But the fact still remains: James and I never got along…Rather, he tried to hard, and I didn't want anything to do with him.


"You have two minutes." Mary said as Lily sat down next to her at Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Two minutes for what?" Lily asked, looking confused.

"Two minutes to cram everything you can in to your mouth and then get out of here before Potter tries to ask you out again." Mary said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's his tradition. Every morning since school started two months ago, he asks you out at 8:15."

Lily didn't respond to this statement, however, seeing as she was too busy doing just what her friend had suggested, thus her mouth was too full for her to answer. But as fast as she had been eating, it wasn't fast enough. Just as Lily and Mary were about to get up from the table, the four Gryffindor boys burst in to the Great Hall.

"Hey Evans!" James said enthusiastically, when he was right in front of Lily.

"Don't waste your breath." Lily said, brushing past him, with Mary right behind her. "The answer's still no."

"Why can't I borrow your potions book?" James asked innocently, making Lily stop dead in her tracks. Mary barely avoided running into her.

Slowly, Lily turned around, her eyebrows raised.

"You have been asking me out at this time exactly for the past two months." Lily told him slowly, as if explaining something to a toddler. "Just now was no different. There is no way that you were going to ask me if you could borrow my potions book."

"How come?" James challenged.

"Well, for one, you're holding your book right now." Lily pointed out smugly.

From behind James, Sirius let out a bark-like laugh, which he quickly turned into a hacking cough.

"Damn." James muttered, glancing down at the only book he had with him, and seeing that it was indeed his copy of the book he had just asked Lily for.

"Whatever, Potter." Lily said, before turning back around and leaving the Great Hall with Mary at her side.

End Flashback

I spent six years of my life hating James Potter. During the course of those six years, I alternated between hating, avoiding, and yelling at James Potter. And in the end, that was six years of my life wasted.

Once I finally saw the truth-that I really did like James-it took very little time for me to say yes to the question he'd been asking me for years; the question I had always answered no to. And when I finally did say yes, I am quite glad to say that things in my life changed for the better.

That better life is part of the reason why I am here right now…waiting at the back of the church; waiting to become his bride.