You mean to say that Potter's family is coincidentally staying across the street from our beach house for the summer, Mum and Mrs. Potter are now randomly best friends, and they expect me to hang out with that git for two months? You've got to be joking. (Even worse? There's a sequel.)

"You still look beautiful," James said easily. Lily laughed. "And you're still the most attractive player on the team." "And you both still have the strangest dynamics I've ever seen," Sirius cried. "Everyone saw that snog, by the way, and wow, almost felt like I was intruding!"

A kind-of sequel to Blue Shirt. James encountering Lily wearing dresses. Multi-shot. Full of fluff and angst and a naughty word. Eek. Jily. J/L.

He'd been running himself ragged for over a month, and Lily waited with something akin to awe for the inevitable crash. [LJOneshot]

Florence Bursnell is wearing his glasses because she "wants to see how blind he is." And considering that he's been incapacitated on the couch ever since she began parading around with them on, the answer is very much so. James/Lily - Sixth Year

"RUN!" I didn't have to be told twice so I quickly bolted out of there with James at my heels. Now normally I don't run down the corridors of Hogwarts being trailed by James Potter, but this was a special case.

She knows that she should be trying harder to find him boys and girls his age to play with – she knows – but he's covered in cake batter and holding the wooden spoon that's too big for his chubby four year old hands and she wants to keep him for herself for a bit longer.

She's about to turn and continue her journey to her dormitory when she hears Potter begin to stir. She was right about him being a light sleeper. James/Lily. Fourth Year.

Lily has always considered herself ordinary. But as she enters her 7th year, things start changing and Lily starts going a bit mad. Suddenly, she's Head Girl, her mates are acting strangely, and there's a new James Potter she can't seem to get rid of. PRE-HBP

Having been dating James Potter for some time, Lily Evans comes to a startling realization during one of their relaxed nights in the common room. One shot. James and Lily fluff. Jily. J/L.

"I don't want you dating her," came a soft voice from the other end of the couch. "Lexa?" James asked stupidly, "What's wrong with Lexa?" Lily blushed. Nothing was wrong with Lexa. "Lexa Thorton? She's…she's…" Perfect? Beautiful? A bloody angel? "A slag!"

Lily Evans has been distracted lately…and it’s all because of James Potter and his stupid, unbuttoned shirt. Hardly any fluff, but plenty of shirtless James for everybody. Seventh year fic.

Lily gets a little more than what she was looking for when she agrees to teach James how to ice skate. A fluffy look at the way Lily and James finally got together in seventh year. Oneshot.