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james potter


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" lily, take harry and go! go! it's him, i'll hold him off. "

& ‘ evans:

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             she glanced up at him, her heart fluttering ever so slightly. why was
             she feeling like this? it was completely stupid. he was the same boy -
             he hadn’t CHANGED at all, so why now? the idea of him going out
             with some ravenclaw girl made her blood boil, and she hadn’t the 
             faintest idea as to why. lily brushed her hair back behind her ear, 
             eyes falling from his gaze back to the clothes in his closet. 

     ‘ oh, shove it, james. i’m just trying to make you presentable, alright?   
     as a prefect, i feel it my duty to keep other gryffindors at their best… 
     oi! stop that! for godric’s sake, james, your hair is a nest as it is! ‘

            lily rocked onto her toes, reached up, and ran her fingers through 
            his untamed hair in an attempt to keep it down. at least a bit. when
            she realized what she was doing, her hand retreated

                        ‘ i      sorry. it just drives me crazy. here, try this on. ‘

               she grabbed one of his black shirts, holding it out to him. another
               of her favorites, if she dared to say. 

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                                  it  was  insane.  this  was   insane.   HE   was   insane.
                                  he   couldn’t  be   possibly   having   fluttery   feelings
                                  in  the  pit   of  his  stomach  just  because  lily  evans
                                  met his eye.        and even though he wished he could
                                  simply  digest  the  bloody  butterflies in his stomach,
                                  he had to admit he was enjoying this.    spending time
                                  with lily was great, even if all she did was pull clothes
                                   out of his closet and shove them at him.

                                                                    “ the thing is that i always look presentable,
                                                                      so  it  could  be said you are trying in vain
                                                                    what are you doing ? “  

                                                    his  head  jerked  slightly   backwards as her hand went up,
                                                    and  he stared at it for  a moment.  it was a rule that no one
                                                    other than  him  was allowed to touch his hair, yet he didn’t
                                                    feel angry  at all when she did.     he blushed slightly, even,
                                                    and when her hand had retreated, he had to clear his throat
                                                    and look away  quickly,  taking a hold of the shirt she gave
                                                    him  and  putting  it on his bed before placing his hands on
                                                    the top he wore, ready to take it off . 

                                         “ you might want to close your eyes, evans. “

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