A/N: Hi, Lily here.
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(Story from Lily Evan's P.O.V)

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"May I have this dance?"

The voice came out of nowhere, startling me from my dream-like composure and making me kick Tom in the foot, who barely managed to suppress his pain and let out a yelp.

Great.

And it had all been going so well.

I looked around to see who had rudely interrupted my dance. The sparkling lights were flashing all over the place, I could barely see.

I could just make out the figures of Annie and Harvey dancing together a few metres away and smiled despite myself. At least my best friend could dance with the love of her life without being interrupted by this rude person, whoever she/he was.

I decided not to worry, the intruder must have been talking to some one else. I continued dancing with my boyfriend, waltzing and twirling and gazing into his brilliant blue eyes. My face was inches from his, my lips gently parted when the voice came again.

"Eh hem, I wouldn't do that if I were you, not exactly polite for company."

I clamped my mouth shut, furious. Right. That was it.

Hands firmly planted on my hips in my signature angry-Lily stance, my head spun round to find myself staring right in the face of none other than James Potter. Surprise surprise. I didn't bother to try and hide my annoyance, and groaned, looking at Tom apologetically and unlocking myself from his arms.

"You." The coldness of my tone surprised me. It was just a school dance after all Lily, get a grip. But still, why did he have to ruin everything?

"Who ruins everything, Lil?" James asked, using my nickname, a faint smile on his face. I could feel my cheeks rapidly copying the shade of my hair. Had I spoken out loud?

"You do." I answered haughtily.

"You know, you're really very beautiful when you're angry," James told me with a shocking tone of honesty and sincerity. I looked into his piercing green eyes, sparkling like goblin made emeralds. Why had I never noticed how good he smelled? Suddenly I realised I was thinking more than positive thoughts towards James Potter, the bane of my existence. I was shocked with myself. And with my boyfriend right next to me! To be fair, James did smell good.

I stomped my foot with annoyance. James snickered.

"I only thought girls did that in movies."

"Go away." I growled, keen for him to move somewhere else.

He had never had this effect on me, and it was confusing. Well, you'd be confused too if there was a guy who you'd loathed for your entire life and then all of a sudden you realised how attractive he was. I didn't like it and I wanted him to leave.

Even Tom looked surprised at my growl. Well, he would be – he had never witnessed a famous James – Lily argument. I didn't know why, but a lot of the time I almost enjoyed these arguments. But not today. I had had enough. I didn't have time for James, and I certainly didn't want to dance with him. I needed to expel these positive thoughts towards him. I didn't like him. I liked Tom.

Even as I was thinking this a little voice inside my head was contradicting me, and I couldn't get James's face out of my mind. It was irritating beyond belief.

James was still standing in front of me, acting oblivious to Tom behind me.

"What do you want Potter?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? I want to dance with you. Who doesn't? Have you seen how stunning you look tonight?"

If it had been possible for my face to blush any redder, it would have.

It was Tom's turn to look annoyed. Well, good. He hadn't complimented what I looked like tonight. Served him right.

My mouth fell open in shock. Did I really just think that about my lovely boyfriend?

This was getting out of hand. I had to get rid of James, and fast.

"James, if I dance with you will you leave me alone?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright." I sighed, then made a point of brushing a strand of Tom's hair out of his eyes and kissing him full on on the mouth.

I whispered into his ear, just loud enough so James could hear as well, "I love you."

I looked over at James to see if he was jealous. I didn't know why, but I wanted him to be. I was disappointed. He was obviously amused by my antics, not an ounce on envy etched on his face. Tom left to get a drink.

"Come on Lil." James said, laughing, and he pulled me into the middle of the dance floor.

With Tom, dancing had been fun. But with James, it was magical, effortless. With Tom, we had been a little clumsy. With James, he managed to look graceful and cool, if that was possible.

I felt like a ballerina in the show Swan Lake, dancing with my prince. And it was as if we were putting on a show, in that almost the whole year level had stopped dancing and were watching in awe.

I could understand their shock, I mean, James never slow dances with girls. He normally dances to the fast songs with his mates and with groups of girls slobbering all over him. But never slow dancing like he was now.

I looked at him. James Potter dancing really was a sight worth watching. He's the most liked guy at school. I have never understood why, until now. I felt I was going crazy. But he was a nice guy, and I mean really nice.

Talking to him was easy, and he was funny – hilarious even, and brutally honest. He shared every thought with me, and I wasn't complaining. I made eye contact with Annie who winked. I sighed. She had it in her head that I was secretly in love with James, and had thought so ever since first year when he declared his underlying love for me. He still flirted and asked me out everyday, but today he was acting different. I liked this new, not so confident James. I loved dancing with him, I loved being with him. But love him? Never.

"So, how many people have asked you to dance tonight Lily?"

"None, really."

James laughed. "Come off it Lil, you're the most fancied girl in our year at Hogwarts."

"I am not. But yeah, okay, a few people have asked me to dance. Happy?"

"No actually, Im extremley jealous."

"I have a boy friend James."

"I know, and I hate the sod for it. You'd be much better with me."

"He is not a sod and no I would not!"

"You would and you know it."

He spun me under his arm and finished the twirl by pulling me very, very close.

"Lily, you really are a fantastic dancer." He said.

"Thank you James."

"I'm really glad you're dancing with me."

"I semi return the feeling."

James chuckled. "I knew you would."

"How would you know?"

"Because I'm a fabulous dancer, don't deny it."

I raised an eyebrow.

"James Potter, your large ego is even more messed up than your hair."

"Ouch, that hurt, Lil," He said, crumpling over in mock pain.

"Stop that, people are watching."

"You think I care what people think?"

"You do care, I know you do. Why else would you always be showing off?"

"Because its fun Lily. I like trouble, I like the thrill that goes with it. I promise you, I don't care what people think."

I nodded, thinking that over. We continued dancing for a little, until James stopped.

"What?" I asked.

"I just lied." He replied, looking crest fallen.

"Ha!" I shouted, "I told you! You do care what everybody thinks!"

"Stop, Lily. Calm down. I don't care what everybody thinks. I care what you think."

I blushed.

"What do you think, anyway Lily? Still think I'm a preposterous, vain hippogriff?" He said, chuckling.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"Thats what you called me in second year after I got down on my knees and proposed."

I couldn't disguise my laugh.

"I would never have called you a hippogriff."

"Oh trust me, you did. You were a scary young witch."

"No, I mean I would never have called you a hippogriff because they are beautiful creatures and it would be an insult to them."

James laughed loudly, gaining the attention of the whole hall, and started dancing with me again. We had been laughing and chatting together for a while now. I couldn't believe this was happening so fast, going from hate to mates in just a single dance.

"Anyway, if I care what people think Lil, would I do this to a girl who already has a boyfriend?"

"Do what?"

"This." And he leaned forwards and kissed me on the cheek.

I have to admit, I liked it. A whole gaggle of girls shrieked, and I swear one of them fainted. Annie was looking triumphant. James's friends, the marauders whistled - Sirius being the loudest. I couldn't see Tom anywhere. Thank God.

"I see you're not so eager to go back to Tom now?" He said.

"How did you know?" I asked, annoyed that he had brought my boyfriend up. I would have to go back to Tom soon - if I danced another dance with James things would look very suspicious.

"It's not hard, Lil." James replied. He gestured over in the corner. My eyes followed to where Tom was standing with a group of Hufflepuff girls wearing short skirts and revealing shirts. I gasped.

James stopped dancing yet again.

"You hadn't noticed him chatting those girls up?"

"No?"

"Well did you have another reason for not wanting to go back to him?"

"Yes, I did, I just, um..."

"You just fancy me, but you haven't realised it yet."

"I do not."

"You do, you always have. I am in love with you and you are in love with me."

"I most certainly am not!"

"Oh you most certainly are, Miss Evans."

You could see in his eyes he was convinced this was true. It was so irritating - why couldn't we just be friends?

I looked up at him smirking down at me. He really was very tall. I stamped on his foot hard and walked away, my red ringlets bouncing as I walked. I couldn't handle this. Every body thought I was in love with James, and I wasn't.

The voice inside my head spoke again, asking me why I was being so defensive. I shook it away.

It was a shame, it really was. Everything had been going so well.

I walked back over to Tom.

The girls saw me coming and left, leaving a frowning Tom standing alone.

"Lily, its over." He told me.

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"I saw you flirting with James."

"I was not flirting with James!" I yelled, almost in tears. Why did everybody think I loved James Potter? "I was not! He tried to flirt with me and I stomped on his toe and left him by himself to come and find you."

Tom looked sheepish and had turned a bright shade of red.

"Uh, I'm sorry Lil. Forget what I just said. Do you want to dance?"

I had so gotten used to James calling me by my nickname, 'Lil' almost sounded vulgar coming out of Tom's mouth.

"I may not have been flirting with anyone. But you, Thomas Lloyd, most certainly were."

"I was trying to make you jealous, Lil."

"Merlins pants! Don't call me that!"

"What? Come on Lily, don't be silly. Lets go dance."

"No, Tom. No. Like you said – its over."

I stormed off in a rage. How had such a fantastic night turned so horribly wrong? Dozens of eyes watched me as I ran from the room. I looked back and saw Tom had gone back to the girls. Good riddance. James was dancing with Sirius and a whole bunch of their admirers. So much for him being in love with me. All of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to be dancing with James again.

I made it as far as the Griffindor common room before I sunk down into the couch and burst into tears.

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