"Idiots, both of them, wasting their entire free time over the scientific breakdown of love potions." In which Lily Evans refuses to believe that human emotions can be stripped down to bare objectivity, and acquires the assistance of James Potter to prove her theory.

He carefully hooked the little finger on his right hand with the little finger on her left. Nobody spoke a word. She stared at the ceiling. He stared at the ceiling. But then sometimes he would stare at her and she was a fantasy kind of beautiful. Oneshot.

And as she watched his back, she realized that this was one of the very best feelings in the world. But there were so many. Especially when it concerned him. This boy she met at eleven and fell in love with at seventeen.