The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, he was like a moth to a flame. He didn’t care if she would be the death of him, he’d do anything to win her over.

He loved everything about Lily—down to her fiery bright hair that seemed like it was glowing in the sunlight, how it parted around her shoulders and shifted in the spring breeze. Her sharp green eyes, bright and filled with this spark that made him melt. One look from her could make him melt to the floor or leave him stunned into silence, it was one of the few ways to get him to shut. And when she smiled at him? He just about swooned.

But it went her past beauty—as breathtaking as she was. She had the classic Gryffindor determination, she was witty and sharp and the smartest girl in school. Perfect, she was so perfect. She could fight for her beliefs, she was as brave as she was beautiful.

Every time she spoke, James dropped everything he was doing to listen. To hear her voice was a blessing to him. She wasn’t just the type of person he admired, but somebody who made him want to be better. Improve. He wanted to be worthy of her.

It was almost embarrassing, as James’s best friend, to watch him devise more ways to impress Lily. Not that you didn’t help.

Grand quidditch stuns, gardens worth of flowers, even trying to tone down his cockiness for her. Anything. Anything. If you’d told him the only thing to get her heart was to bring down the moon, he’d do it. He’d find a way—he’s James Fleamont Potter!

He was like a lovesick schoolgirl, spending lessons doodling her name on parchment during lessons (which you teased him relentlessly for), and sometimes he’d catch himself daydreaming about her.

And no matter how many times she rolled her eyes at him or called him insufferable, James would be patient, and even if he couldn’t have her heart, to have her smile was enough.

“Sirius!” James yelped, tugging on your arm. “I need to get her a good Christmas present. Help me!” He pouted, wrapping an arm around your arm.