This is the first in a series I am writing about boys who loved the Weasley girls (yes, Lily is a Weasley girl, so is Alice [Longbottom]). I'll give you a little back story.
Lily needed help in Herbology, so she looked for a tutor. She is fourteen at the moment. Henry Wilsh, an OC Ravenclaw, volunteers. He falls into obsession with her in the month that he's helping her with Herbology. She passes. She doesn't need his help anymore. She gets with Scorpius, Slytherin fifth year, later on in the year.
Rose is next. :)
No matter how many times he tried to deny it, she was. She really was. He pretended he was ignorant. He lied to himself. He even acted as if he didn't know her. But when all was said and done and the day had come to pass, she was.
He wished and he hoped and he prayed that she wasn't. She couldn't be. It'd ruin everything. He told himself that she was pretending, she was lying, she was acting. But she wasn't. She was truly sincere. She was the most real he had ever felt. She was.
He hated her for it. But not really. He wished he did. He wished he could. But he would never be able to hate her. She was Lily Potter. She was fiery Lily Potter. She was fiery, brave Lily Potter. She was fiery, brave, popular Lily Potter. She was fiery, brave, popular, beautiful Lily Potter. She was and is and always will be Lily Luna Potter.
And she left him! Left him for that stuck-up, Slytherin brat. Her brother's best friend. Scorpius Malfoy. He thought her better than that. He thought she was better than liking someone for money, looks, and power. He thought she valued brains over brawn. He thought she was different from all the other shallow teenage girls. He thought she was real.
But she was. She really was. She was really, truly, sincerely real. He just couldn't see that. He couldn't see that Scorpius understood her better than any other boy. He couldn't see that Scorpius was able to talk at her level and think at her level and love at her level. He couldn't see that Scorpius had more than money, looks, and power. All he saw was a girl he thought he had something with leaving him for someone much more popular. Leaving lowly little him, Henry Wilsh, completely consumed by an obsession he mislabeled as love.
She was. An obsession. She really was. And he thought it was enough. But it wasn't. And she was. She was his first and only "love." She was. But she isn't anymore.
But she still is passionate, courageous, lovable, gorgeous Lily Potter. And she didn't need him. She was her own. Only hers. Never his. Only hers. She was.
Well, that was fun. I hope you like. And will people shut up about it being just like Lily and Snape! That is not the point! Henry and Lily weren't even friends! He just terribly misread their acquaintanceship! Leave it be!