A/N: Right so this is the first thing I ever posted here, and I looked at it months later and I now realise how truly awful it is. I apologize to J.K Rowling for taking the mickey of something so amazing as this, except I won't apologize cos I didn't mean to take the mickey. It was just something I wrote when I was 'inexperienced' so DON'T JUDGE! I was considering taking this down but it kinda holds sentimental value for me as my first fanfiction ever published. So all I'm tryina say is that if you want a good Jily story then check out my others cos this one sucks.
DISCLAIMER: I own none, it all belongs to- yeah yeah, you know the rest. I'll say it anyway though, so I don't get sued. All characters belong to the marvellous J.K Rowling.
Everything she does is perfect. In fact, she is perfect. The way her crimson locks cascade down her back as she shakes them free from her neat school way her emerald eyes sparkle when she gets excited, and her gaze is always fixed on whoever's speaking. The way her perfect pink lips are always parted in a smile, unless she's biting her lip in concentration over her Transfiguration essay. The way that her heart is so pure that she forgives everyone, even Snivillus and those evil Slytherins that call her Mudblood. The way that her mind and soul are devoted to me, and only me. We are bound by soul, forever and always. Her and me. James Potter and Lily Evans.
So that's it. Go read something else. Preferably ones by me. Whatever. Luv ya alls, TheWayTheFeatherFalls