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...
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 headcanon...
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)