I love this pairing, I truly do. If i could go back in time, I would kiss James Potter's forehead.
Maybe it was her green, almond-shaped eyes that pleasantly squinted in incomprehension, that lit up like fire when she laughed. That startled him when she furrowed, that brought him to his knees when she crinkled.
Maybe it was her hair, her cascading red wine. In the morning, despite all the strands sticking up, it was the view of roses. In the night, roses still.
Maybe it was her heart, that sought the beauty of the world at its darkest corners, that took him in when he was at his worst, that wrapped him around in the warmth of firewhisky and christmas mornings.
Maybe it was the way she tolerated him. The way she snapped at him when he deserved to be slapped, the way she nudged him when he deserved to be punched, the way she kissed him when he deserved only a quarter of her smiles.
Maybe it was her temperament, her heckles, her indifference to his existence, her cute little nose, her cute little snorts, the hair she tucked beneath her ear that he fell flat on his self righteous palms for her.
That he hits cold ground on a daily basis, falling and tripping and bruising and scratched again and again.
Again and again. For Lily Evans.
"You're blocking my view, Potter." She didn't even look up. Burried nose deep in the pages of literature, the shadow he cast was enough an indication.
"Then I've just done you a favor, Evans." He sad down beside her curtly.
"What happened to your favorite past time? I reckon a few other first years have yet to experience your taunting first hand," She quipped.
"My charm, you mean."
"I'm surprised your broom hasn't snapped in half with the weight of your head."
"I'm surprised your acquired knowledge decieves you into thinking that a magical broom would snap at the expense of its rider's weight. And you were beautifully intelligent."
Her lips trembled slightly. It was this particular moment that drove her to look him in the eye as he, in return, stared back in either arrogance or sheer curiosity. She found herself staring at his She found herself at the end of his smile, which caused very little inside her to churn, But churn, nevertheless.
Beautifully intelligent, he thought, did I really just say that?
Maybe it was his untidy black hair that he felt the need to ruffle every five seconds, sticking out at the back and almost looking drove her to ponder whether it gave him a sense of attractiveness or just complete and utter idiocy.
Maybe it was his smile, that drove her mad from wanting to smack it forever from his face, that drove her into insanity from its uncanny ability to keep her up at night, to keep her flushed by day.
Maybe it was the way he walked with such mischief and pride that every ounce of her rolled eyes at the sight of his untidy hair, scrawny little built, enraging little smirks.
Maybe it was the stride he carried on top of his broom, on his feet, in daylight, in darkness, throughout the morning until the night. Like he conquered every inch of this world, every speck, every sparkle.
But maybe because he said he would for her, conquer the depths of the blue to the mist of the stars, to the dust under her soles. For her. For Lily Evans.
First ever James/Lily that I have ever written in my life. A review would truly make my day! Even just a smiley face, or two words, even! I really do hope that my first James/Lily appealed to some people. :)