| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 211|
Characters: James, Lily
Genre(s): Fluff, General, Romance
First Published: 2011.10.31
Last Published Chapter: 2016.12.28
Last Updated: 2016.12.28
Favorite Story Of: 160 users
| ||Advisory: Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme|
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"James," Lily said suddenly. He looked over at her, a broad grin still spread across his face. "Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
Golden Paw Awards 2012: Best Canon Romance
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|1||A Light That Never Goes Out
"James," Lily said suddenly. He looked over her, a broad grin still spread across his face. "Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
Lily was finding that she quite liked all this physical contact with James.
Just as their lips were about to touch, she brought her other hand up and rubbed the snow into his hair. James jerked back as some of the snow fell down the side of his face. “Lily!”
“So I’m the man of your dreams, huh?” he asked, putting his arm around her.
|5||The Riddle of the Sphinx
He smiled, but inside, he was a bundle of nerves again. What if she didn’t like his gift? What if she pretended to like it but hated it? What if—
|6||The Muggle World, Part 1
He pulled the book out and scrutinized it. “Is this your diary?” An enormous grin was spreading across his face.
|7||The Muggle World, Part 2
James bit his lip. “I…” She waited patiently, but nothing followed. He tried again. “I’m an animagus.”
Mrs. Potter leaned over and said conspiratorially, “I told him that he had to do something about that hair. If he’s going to have a lady over, he needs to take some pride in his appearance."
“You’d think the two of you had gone months without seeing each other, rather than less than a week.”
“Your parents are worried about your virtue. James’s parents know that he has no virtues."
“Lily,” he said quickly, reaching a hand out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
|12||A Bottle of Firewhiskey
“So you were just missing me, then? You couldn’t bear to go more than a few hours without seeing me?”
He slid down off the bed and knelt on one knee.
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