Moments. They make or break relationships. Lily didn't just happen to fall in love with James. It wasn't an accident, but a long drawn out process that grew out of the relationships of the people around them. And when it came down to it, even Lily and James couldn't fight fate.

"We don't deserve her," the Head Boy answered thoughtfully. "None of us do. Not even me. Not because she's perfect. She's not. Sometimes I think she's even more disastrously flawed than the rest of us combined. And not because she's beautiful, even though she is. Certainly not for being lovely because she never was.We don't deserve her because she's so much more than we'll ever be"

In a world ruled by Voldemort, where Muggleborns cannot attend Hogwarts or even hold a job, nineteen year old James Potter is bitter and bored, stuck in a Ministry job he hates, dreaming of the life he should be leading, a life where he is brilliant. But something more interesting might be right around the corner …

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

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

James comes up with a nickname.

A series of drabbles between Lily and James that I decided to write because I wanted to be self-indulgent one last time.

Potter was going to say that he wasn't my boyfriend. I couldn't let him do that. For the love of Merlin, I could not let him do that. I had to stop him. He couldn't tell her the truth. So I did the only conceivable thing I could think of. I kissed him.

The final chapter of Molly Raesly's "Boyfriend" series.

"I dropped my fork. Did he really just say that? Smehkaleen." The much awaited sequel to Molly Raesly's "Boyfriend."

I don’t get jealous. But why am I so jealous?” She paused to catch her breath. Then, looking back down at the ground, Lily continued, “And why is the letter “J” stalking me like a bloody ghost?”