A/N: Exams are over and I am free! I wrote this back in August and promptly forgot about it. So here it is, five months late. All rights belong to JKR.
Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escaping your love
These lines of lightning
Mean we're never alone,
Never alone, no, no
-Accidentally in Love (Casting Crows)
James fell in love in bits and pieces.
(He fell in like almost all at once, but isn't that a different story?)
No, he fell in love one part at a time. Little things, big things and things in between, so slowly that he didn't notice until it was too late.
He fell in love with her hair and her eyes, those green traps that left him slightly dizzy. He fell in love with her bell-like laughter that sounded out for anyone and everyone to hear.
Her quirks were charming, too. She would sit on the floor to talk and on a chair to read. She would sleep at the bottom of her bed, with one food hooked over the end. She would go quiet when tired and loud when startled. Hot chocolate made her sleepy. (He fell in love with all of this.)
And when she caught him staring at her one too many times, she asked him what was the matter. He gazed at her as the pieces fell into place and a smile lit up his face.
Lily fell in love like a splash of cold water.
(She fell in like as slowly as she could, dragging her feet all the way.)
If you asked her before that splash what she loved about James, she couldn't tell you anything. But when she looked at him with the goofy grin and messy hair she realized that she loved him. (But maybe not so much his hair.)
He loved her like there was poetry written on her skin, taking delight in every new meaning he could find. She loved him like a cup of tea, savoured and warm and sipped.
And there weren't any sparks that flew when they linked hands, but there was a sort of heat that grew. You couldn't cut the tension with a knife (not at this time) but if you sat between them, you could feel them all aglow.
James with his stupid temper and Lily with her stupid mouth. They caused rather a fuss when upset and rather a commotion when prodded. Scars were left on walls and floors and bodies, but most were unintentional.
They were messy and loud and complicated. They kissed more than they spoke and argued more than they kissed. (Or so it seemed to their unlucky roommates.) And their love were like the embers, steady and always ready to burst into flame.
Potter and Evans.
Lovers.
Who would have guessed?
(Certainly not the two.)