Pesky Little Words.
prologue;
On March the twenty-fourth, James Potter realised just how completely besotted he was with Lily Evans. And it wasn't just the fact that she smelled like cinnamon and roses or the fact that he turned into a goddamn twat whenever she so much as looked at him, or even the fact that her green eyes glowed so brightly that he could swear that she was some sort of ethereal being. It wasn't the fact that he somehow knew that her name rhymed with frilly because of an outrageous (and rather disastrous) attempt at poetry, or the way her mouth tilted up into a cute little smile at the corners whenever she talked to her friends.
It was because she was – quite notably – perfect. And if even a genius such as himself could come up with nothing more than that one, seven letter word, then that was all she could be.
In fact, he figured that he could sum up his feelings for her in three short words.
But after all, they were really only pesky little words.
Really.
A/N
Well this is my first ever Harry Potter-based fan fiction story, so hopefully I'm doing it right so far. I've planned this little baby out for a whole eight hours, which I'll have you know is a record for me. Reviews would be lovely because I'm new and I'm going to use that as an excuse for the next few chapters. Suggestions are lovely too of course. I've got a lot planned for this (a whole eight hours worth), so let me know what you're thinking and I shall post more soon.
~colour me perfect.
All credit goes to J.K. Rowling, except everything you haven't seen before. That stuff is mine.