- "So, what, you’re an expert on love now?" - "Why is that such a crazy possibility? And besides, just because you think you aren’t mature enough for love doesn’t mean you don’t feel it. It's not going to ask your age."

He crossed the line - from friendship into something more - at a dangerous time. Now, she's worried, over-thinking and over-analyzing, and he's heartbroken. He's going to have to fight for what he wants - And Ron Weasley has never been much of a fighter.

- “Mooooony, drooly, poooney, foooney, fadoodleeey…” - “What on earth are you saying?” - “I’m constructing rhymes to maintain my intellectually stimulated brain.” - “Oh, for the love of God. Padfoot, I’m busy. Would you bugger off?” Studying? Not really.

- "It was cat and mouse. And when she was caught, he knew it was worth the wait. Even if it was for seven years."

-"Wipe your drool off your face, mate." - "I'm afraid we've lost him." - "Yeah...if only he would close his mouth, I can’t say I’m enjoying the view." - "I swear, he’s going to gag on his own drool." - "That would be most amusing."

James Potter had never been much of a philosopher. He'd been afraid of getting lost in his own mind and never finding a way out. But for Lily, for Lily he'd do anything.

Now, Lily Evans was a good person. And like every other good person, she always chose to share her food with those around her. Unbeknownst to her, James Potter allotted some very different connotations to the giving and receiving of food. Oh, yes. LExJP

Me and Potter? Please. Don't make laugh. Of course I haven't just kissed James Potter. Of course I'm not running away from him as fast as my legs will carry me. Don't be ridiculous. Who told you this atrocious lie? I promise I'll only kill them a little.

The Gryffindor Common Room had acted as the stage of many a lovers quarrel over its one thousand year existence. Never, however, had it all started over a boy with a urinal for a head. LExJP

Now he’s towering, their bodies inches apart, his stare challenging. The closeness doesn’t bother her, because it is not sexual – it’s a show of authority, an attempt to frighten her off, a territorial battle of wits. And damn him, she will not lose.

Liy Evans has lost her wand. She is defenseless, less intimidating, less commanding, not to mention she has class in half an hour. She barges into a certain someone's room, convinced that he has taken it. Confrontations lead to unexpected things. JPxLE

I want to be a cherry. A cherry. No I don't want to be some random cherry sitting on a random tree. I want to be a specific cherry. Why, you ask? Why would I want to be a cherry? Because she eats them everywhere. Constantly. And it's killing me.