A/N Thank you to my dear brother for proof reading most of these first, even though you protest through the 'smoochy' ones, I love you! Ha ha more smoochies!
EyesDisclaimer: All ideas are JKR's; I can't cook stories nearly as well as she can :(
James' POV on Lily in their seventh year.
There is something different about Lily's eyes now. In the past few years whenever she yelled at me the only emotion her eyes betrayed were anger or annoyance, all through chips of green glass.
I would purposely get on her wrong side so I would have her undivided attention for a few short moments while she shouted.
Those same eyes were full of ice that day by the lake when she was betrayed by her friend, and she looked at me with her deep hatred.
Each time I asked her out those same eyes would roll to the ceiling as she sighed and prepared her cutting remark.
When I told her of my father's illness earlier this year, it seemed that the ice completely melted, even leaving a layer of moisture behind and Lily's eyes, for once was showing caring concern for me.
After that I think she finally started to see past her cloudy dislike and see what I was trying to show her; that I was human, a good friend.
Aside from the times I had angered her I had been very polite and careful around her. However she still managed to get angry at me for things like accidentally leaving a wet towel on out Common Room floor or borrowing her favourite books to read.
But now whenever she shouts at me there is some enjoyment in her eyes, a little glint of pleasure.
I hope the saying 'eyes are the window to the soul' is true.
A/N For you, dear readers. Thank you. If you liked it please review, I Love it...3.