I take her head in my hands, and do what I've been wanting to do for as long as I can remember- I press my lips to her. It's better than I could have ever dreamed it would be. Her lips are soft and mold perfectly to mine. The smell of vanilla is so overwhelming it's staggering, but I can't bring myself to care because it smells like Lily. I'm kissing Lily Evans. This a kind of sequel to my story Ephemeral. It's the same story just through James' point of view. (Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, other than the ones I make up. All rights remain to J.K. Rowling.) *Also, language is worse in this book than my other one because the marauders had potty mouths.* Story through Lily's eyes: Ephemeral by Episkeyyy

He looks up, and those hazel eyes pierce mine. I don't look away because the seriousness in his gaze holds me there. "Lily, I love you." *I do NOT own any of these characters. (Except for the ones I make up) All rights remain to J.K. Rowling. I am just a huge potterhead. Also, some things are based off headcanons, not trying to steal ideas just using headcanons fellow potterheads. If you know who created it, by all means let me know, and I will give credit where credit is due.* Story through James' point of view: Limerence by Episkeyyy Best awards: #1 in Jily #1 in Jamespotter #1 in Lilypotter

How does a young boy get a young woman to fall in love with him? Especially when she hates him? How do they become the parents of the Boy Who Lived? How do they become the Potters? (Disclaimer: Many characters belong to J.K. Rowling)