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"For the love of G o d. Will you stop staring at me?”

            “ i would if i could.... ”

        a turn of tail, a spin on heels—                his eyes blink and he grins.         ” god dammit, james, i told                you, you’re not allowed to                    knock on my door.                          get out!! ”

              ” you ruined my pun.                that's a crime punished                                                 ——— by death. “

you are though, bb, no shame!!

And there he stays, for longer than is probably necessary, paws flailing and tail wagging with amusement as he replays that memory over and over again in his head, to make sure he’s got it stored safely away.

                                so he’s charging forward, stopping                                          just a few inches before the dog and                                     baah-ing in protest. how dare he                                    make fun of the nailed werewolf howl                                                 prongs just made?

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. - John F. Kennedy

The first time they kiss is in second year, two awkward kids toeing the line of becoming teenagers, a game of spin the bottle. She’s spinning it, and it’s taking ages to land, but when it does, Marlene is laughing and Dorcas is nudging her towards Potter, who at least is blushing, while Black cackles behind him. She kisses him quickly, before making a face, wrinkling her nose. Dorcas is laughing like mad now, and Lily blushes punching her, but there’s no way she doesn’t notice the dazed look on James’ face. The second time is still an accident, or rather, a mistake. She’s distraught, really. Drinking. She always drinks now; it makes her forget that her sister hates her, that her parents are dead, that she’s losing her best mate. Blokes like her when she drinks, anyways, and she supposes that’s a good thing. At least they help her forget too. She kisses him quickly, pulling him into a darkened corner, and he has the decency to push her away, or rather push him himself away from her. She tries to pull him in for another kiss, but he’s furious at her for doing so, and therefore, she feels guilty. Finally, they share a decent kiss. It’s seventh year, and his girlfriend Miranda Goshack is being a bint again and ‘damn it Potter can’t you tell I’m in love with you you stupid twat?’ and then he’s kissing her and she’s kissing him, and the next day is awkward when he has to break up with Miranda, but Lily can’t be happier. "I do." Two simple words seal her fate, and she realizes now that war doesn’t matter. She has James, and James has her, and together they could do anything. Soon, there’d be children and happiness, and a long life ahead of them. Her lips press to his and she’s not Evans anymore, but Potter. "Take Harry and run! I’ll hold him off." James is pushing her down the hall, as their wards fall. Peter’s betrayed them. Harry is crying in her arms, screaming. He doesn’t like it when his parents are yelling. Lily’s crying too, as the door blasts open and James is forcing her up the stairs. "I love you," she pauses, green eyes wide, kissing him quickly. And then she’s bounding upstairs, holding Harry tight, knowing that that was the last time she would see her husband alive.