Generally, James Potter disliked the color green. Actually, he hated it. The color was dreadful - too dark, too grim, too Slytherin. The was, however, one exception: the bright, passionate, emerald eyes of a certain Miss Lily Evans. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of green, in his opinion, despite the fact most would argue, "Slytherin green is emerald, too!" Not to him. Her eyes were full of wonder, full of mystery, full of joy…
That is, when she wasn't looking at him.
Once her eyes met his, a whirlwind of hatred flashed very obviously across Lily's pale face. Her fiery, dark red hair would fly all around. The color suited her personality, really. Her normally perfectly pristine shirt would untuck from her skirt (which would slowly rise as she hopped around, much to James's pleasure).
It wasn't like he wanted to annoy her, honestly. But it was the only way he could get Lily to react to him in any way. James was sure, if things were her way, she'd ignore him all together. Maybe. But instead of finding that out, he prodded and pestered, only to see her show some emotion. She was so stuffy the rest of the time, and he knew that wasn't really her.
Lily liked to read, read a lot. She was a bit of a bookworm. If it wasn't for her beautiful heart and the ability to be courageous, James was sure she would've been Sorted a Ravenclaw. If she had, maybe he wouldn't be in this mess at all.
What mess, you ask? This, this lovely love mess. It tore him up inside, every time she denied him.
"No." "No." "A million times, no!" "GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL, POTTER! NO!"
"You look beautiful when you're mad," he'd tell her, and as of late, she'd flush a zillion shades of read. This is highly amusing to her and his friends.
So when people asked James Potter what his favorite color was he replied every time with, "Red." Scarlet, to be more precise. A Gryffindor's obvious choice.
His heart wanted to scream, not green, but, "Lily Evans's eyes!