Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Bells | James Potter

He waited for you. Arms neatly tucked behind him, shoulders firm as his eyes watched the path between the crowd of people. He's able to keep himself from shaking; he can't remember the last time he felt so nervous -- so scared. If it weren't for Sirius (who stood behind him), James would've run off the platform and to the nearest bathroom to hurl.

Yet, despite the anxiety, he's excited.

The excitement weighs him down like an avalanche. It comes in waves as his eyes stay locked on the path in anticipation. He regrets not sneaking into your dressing room beforehand; he really wants to see you. Traditions are important, James! You said. But what's the point in a tradition if it kept you from him?

When the music starts, his body jumps. His heart races against his rib cage, begging to be let loose as his mouth run dry. He waits. It feels like an entire century has passed when the flower girl -- your niece -- begins her journey down the white path with your bridesmaids trailing behind, all wearing an identical dress and holding identical flowers. Then there comes you.

He doesn't notice the type of gown you wear or how beautifully done your hair is, but he does notice your smile. It's so simple but it calms him. His own, much wider smile fills his lips. Sirius nudges him, grinning himself as you make your way up the steps to stand before him.

"You look lovely; what's the occasion?" James teases.

You shrug. "Thought I'd dress up for once."

The minister begins his speech, but James' focus is anywhere but him. He meets your eyes, watching them with warmth and adoration. Every significant moment between you flashes in his mind; the day you met, the day he realized his true feelings for you, the day he admitted them to you, to the day he asked for your hand in marriage.

"James," He focuses on the minister, "do you take [Name] for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

James pauses, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I do."

"[Name]," The minister turns to you, "do you take James for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

You give your fiance a cheeky smile. "I do."

The minister nods. "You may now kiss the bride."

James didn't need to be told twice. He takes a step forward, placing one hand on your hip as the other cups your cheek. He bends his knees slightly, lowering his lips to yours. It's quick, but not fleeting. The whistles and hoots from your friends and family bring him back as he pulls away. His forehead leans against yours, basking in your radiance.

"I love you," He murmurs, barely heard over the crowd of people.

You sigh in content and lean into him. "I love you, too."