A/N: Late night drabbles. Whoever doesn't get the quotations, gets a chocolate chip cookie.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is obviously not mine.

Beta: Nej.

Sirius strutted over to Lily, who was covered in white, and snaked a confident arm around her waist.

Against her right ear, he murmured, "Hello lady. Look at your man."

As Lily frowned and watched James shake hands with her father, Sirius' soft voice continued against her, "Now back to me."

Lily eyed him. "What?"

"Now back at your man," Sirius breathed.

She didn't understand. "Are you drunk?"

"Now back to me," he said again, whilst twisting her into a dancing stance. He beamed at her. "Sadly, he isn't me."

Lily smiled at him. "Lay off the spirits, will you?"

A/N: He didn't.