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Went he first got to know her, he didn't think she was beautiful.
In fact, James Potter thought Lily Evans was oddly intriguing.
The bright red hair was a curious thing, of course, like her sparkling green eyes that mocked him in his best moments. The way she locked herself up in a quiet place with a book for James to find [and read] later he found funny, but he didn't understand why she spent so much time studying because, obviously [to him], she was brilliant. He found her habit of biting her nails and twisting the hem of her sleeves fascinating, but was more interested in the way her fingers softly stroked a feather while he wondered if it felt good. He liked the way her eyebrows rose when he got a perfect score on a test without touching a scroll, and the way her lips moved when she accused him of cheating.
He didn't like her conversations with Severus Snape, or the way she flinched when he called her 'mudblood.' He didn't like the harsh words and bitter tears that sprang forth when she yelled at James afterward, or the weeks later that were filled with only silence. He didn't like the feelings that he couldn't trust to keep him thinking straight, that started in his stomach and crept slowly to his brain. But he kind of liked the way those emotions ran through him, like fire that sprang up when he touched her skin. He knew he liked the moments she smiled at him, or gave him the exasperated look he was positive would never get old. He knew he liked her company, the way she threw her arms around him when he was good. He loved the way she laughed, the way she grinned, swore, slept, and especially the times she tried to prank him [and it worked]. He loved how she kissed him, how she tucked their son into bed and murmured a lullaby she couldn't really sing. He loved the way she cared for her family, put it first, always.
James Potter loved Lily Evans.
Oh, how he loved her.
