Disclaimer:
Hullo friends! I'm Paige, and please bear with me as I attempt to write a (hopefully!) semi-decent fanfiction. Much love to you all, enjoy!
All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am in no way making profit out of this story.
She hated him. He loved her. She was studious. He was spontaneous. She had a temper. He was hotheaded. She was popular. So was he. She acknowledged the limelight. He reveled in it. She was one of the best in her year. So was he. She was a Muggleborn. He was a Pureblood. Her 'kind' was defenseless. His was untouchable.
There was something undeniably beautiful about Lily Evans. Maybe it was the gracefulness in which her slender body moved. Maybe it was the way in which she held herself; she didn't appear arrogant, but she didn't appear inferior either. Maybe it was the way that the corners of her mouth pulled upwards, so it always looked like she was smiling. Maybe it was the way that her striking green eyes lit up when she spoke. Or perhaps it was the easiness in which she conversed; small, polite smiles transforming into wide, genuine grins, cheeky responses and truly lovely comments that had anyone thinking about them for some time after, and actions that really made someone stop and think, how could any one person be this amazing? Maybe what made her beautiful was that, despite being charming, she was fiery. She was passionate and convincing and had quite a temper that she worked very solidly to rein in. But one thing was for certain; Lily Evans was irresistible.
There was something undeniably enchanting about James Potter. Maybe it was his contagious laughter and crooked grin. Maybe it was the sincere smiles he only really wore with his best mates. It could have been the mischievous glint in his stunning hazel eyes. Perhaps it was the way his glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose casually and how he mindlessly pushed them back. It might have been the way he unconsciously ran his hands through his unruly black hair, making it more tousled than it was earlier. It might have been his god-like physique; perfectly chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, defined abdomen and long legs. Maybe it was his natural talent in Quidditch that made him so desirable. But one thing was for sure; James Potter was irresistible.