A fanfic about Lily and James wedding as I imagined it. Possibly a oneshot. My first fanfic.

"Oh, well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around," said Sirius, shrugging. "He couldn't stop himself showing off whenever he got near her." "How come she married him?" Harry asked miserably. "She hated him!" "Nah, she didn't," said Sirius. "She started going out with him in seventh year," said Lupin. "Once James had deflated his head a bit," said Sirius. ~ Lily Evans is basically the girl everyone wants to be. Everyone knows her, everyone likes her, especially one boy called James Potter, flirt, troublemaker, arrogance extraordinaire. But maybe James likes her a little more than he'd like to admit. Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe he likes her a lot more than he lets people think.