Baby, Just Say Yes || Jily & Scorily || ✔️

And Above All: They Have Each Other's Backs

Lily Luna Potter

"I can't believe my husband is an actual published author!" Lily Luna Potter squealed excitedly for the hundredth time that day.

Scorpius blushed, ducking his head, as he sat in the book signing chair at Flourish and Blotts. "Honey, you are the actual famous one here with your music and your official head choir director of all of magical Great Britain title."

"Oh, hush." Lily smacked her husband's shoulder. "Today is about you."

"Actually, it's about this." Scorpius held up his book. "Which is all about you."

Lily leaned in for a kiss. "It's all about us."

"Mhmm," Scorpius agreed, kissing her back.

"Absolutely disgusting," a voice commented from afar.

Lily pulled back from her public display of attention to address the voice. "Excuse me?"

A man walked forward, at least her father's age and crinkled his nose as he looked at her. "You are Harry Potter's daughter?"

"Yes?" Lily looked at him confused. "And you are?"

"I just wanted to let you know what a disappointment you are to the wizarding community."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Wow, tell us how you really feel."

While Lily was taking his insult with a grain of salt, Scorpius was not having it. He would not let anyone be so blatantly rude to his wife. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" He demanded to know.

"I am a man who fought at the Battle of Hogwarts. I fought against people like you." The older man looked at Scorpius like he was Voldemort, himself. "And then I find out that the daughter of the man I fought with is married to the son of a Death Eater." He turned to Lily with a scathing look. "You married the enemy. Imagine how your father feels."

"My father walked me down the bloody aisle, thank you very much!" Lily yelled in an almost shrill voice. She could not believe the nerve of this man. "And not that it's any of your business, but my father and Scorpius get along very well and Scorpius is most definitely not a Death Eater. How dare you come here with your accusations?"

"Your father may believe the lies, but I know the truth," the man growled. "Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. It's in your blood. Just think what your grandfather would say. James Potter died for his family only to have his family become the people he hates most. One grandchild in Slytherin, one married to a Death Eater..."

"Stop saying my husband is a Death Eater, you bloody maniac!" Lily said, her voice growling, attracting the attention of nearby people who stopped to see what the commotion was about.

She slammed her hands on the table as she leaned forward and seethed, "You have only said one thing right this whole time. James Potter was a hero. So was my grandmother, Lily Potter. My dad is a hero. My mum is a hero. My Uncle Ron and my Aunt Hermione are heroes. They have all come to accept my relationship with Scorpius and my grandparents would have too." She crossed her arms and glared at the man. "You know why? Because we are not defined by our past. We are not defined by our families and what they did. We make a future for ourselves."

"And you," she walked in front of the book signing table and stood right in front of the cocky man, pointing one finger at his chest. "If you think that someone's blood makes them what they are, well then mister, I have to tell you something. You are no better than the Death Eaters you so vehemently hate."

The man had nothing to say to that, so Lily continued, "I suggest you pack your things and get the bloody hell out of here before I throw you out myself."

At a loss for words, the man had no choice but to walk out of the store, his head hung low. After the man had left, the silence in the bookshop was broken by a smattering of clapping that turned into a full-blown applause. Lily bowed three times and laughed. "Thank you, thank you! It's all in a day's work. Now please, check out my husband's novel!"

There was an immediate rush to pick up more novels and while the civilians flipped through its pages, Scorpius stood from his table and walked to his wife. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"I love you too, baby." Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, a continuation of the one they shared before they were so rudely interrupted.

A few hours passed and Scorpius's hand grew tired of all the book signing. It was a wonderful pain and he could not believe so many people actually wanted to read his book. He knew most of the credit belonged to his lovely wife who was his inspiration and his guide. All his books were sold at the end of the day. All but one.

"Can I get your autograph, Mr. Malfoy?" Lily's voice asked teasingly as she stood in front of his table. All the other people had already gotten their signatures and left, so it was just the two of them and the storeowner left.

"Why, of course, Mrs. Malfoy." He took the last book and began to sign the first page. "We sold it all, Lily," Scorpius said in total awe. "We actually did it."

"I knew we could," Lily smiled proudly at Scorpius; she ran a hand through her bright hair and tilted her head to the side. "I think this is just the start, don't you think, baby?"

Scorpius closed the book and handed it back to her, the title of the novel speaking for itself: Yes.

***

James Potter I

"I always knew she was my favorite," James exclaimed rather loudly.

Being in heaven meant having all the time in the world and that meant spying on the grandchildren was on the daily agenda.

"James, you say a different grandkid is your favorite every day," Lily smiled softly as she shook her head at her husband's antics.

"But the way she stood up to that idiot was absolutely amazing! And did you hear what she said? She said I was a hero! A hero!"

"You've been called a hero by plenty of people, honey." She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

"Yeah, but she's my granddaughter. It means a lot coming from her."

"Well, it's true." Lily reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You know, she reminds me a lot of you, James."

"Really?" James hummed, tilting his head to the side as he ran a hand through his dark hair. "I don't see it."

"A Lily by any other name would smell as sweet."