Disclaimer: We all know who J. K. Rowling is. And I'm not her.

Green.

Green. It really was just a color. A color. Or maybe not just. At any rate her eyes weren't just green. Green was many things. Her eyes were everything. Like windows to her soul (cliché as it is).

Sparkled when she was happy.

Clear when she was sad.

Dark when she was angry.

She was always angry when she was around him. Her eyes were always dark (if looks could kill, and all that). And at the same time she was never around him. Never really. Her eyes certainly never sparkled when she looked at him. Not that she did if she could avoid it. Look at him, that is.

One day he had enough. Her eyes were pretty, sure. But they were just that, eyes (who was he trying to kid?). She was just a girl. A pretty girl (no, pretty didn't cover it. She was beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous.), but a girl none the less.

She was everything, but he needed her to be nothing (damnit, he needed it!). And nothing she became (liar, liar pants on fire). He no longer asked her out. No longer stared after her, long after she'd left the room. No longer talked about her (all the bloody time). For all he knew, she might as well not have existed (yeah, right). Indifference was a choice. So was love (no, not really). And he chose not to love her.

They'd never talked (not really). They'd argued (arguably a lot). She had rolled her (perfect) eyes at him too many times to count. He'd asked her out (again, a lot). And if there was one thing he could count on, it was that she would always, always (always) say no (it was practically a law of physics). Between them things had been said. Hurtful things. Even when he'd tried to compliment her, it had always come out wrong.

Misunderstandings. They were never on the same page. They fit together like oil and water. Like fire and ice. She was everything good. He was a troublemaker, he was a slacker, lazy (bad).

And then one day he was Head Boy. And he knew (he knew) that she was Head Girl. He didn't know what to do about that.

Another day everything changed (wonderful changes). Another day they talked (really, truly talked). And suddenly they weren't oil and water nor fire and ice. Suddenly they were Lily and James (finally her eyes sparkled when looking at him). They were laughter and happiness and point-docking-forms and patrolling-schedules (partners, always, every Sunday evening) and transfiguration homework and walks by the lake and hands grazing (almost by accident) and perfect.

And then they kissed (it was everything he had ever hoped for and more).

And married (their love was infinite).

And had a son (perfect green eyes).

And if the world had been any less cruel, they would have lived happily ever after - together (for when you find love like theirs, you don't ever let go).


Author's note: Short (yes). Confusing (perhaps). Excessive use of brackets (definitely).

None the less, I hope that someone out there enjoyed this. And I hope that if you did you would be so kind as to leave areview. That would make me infinitely happy.

Chocolate frogs and butterbeer,

Hoey.