A/N: I really like the Lily/James pairing, so I thought that I'd give it a try, you know, just to see if I could write it. This is not my main story though, I am writing The Waves of the Sea before this one. If you haven't read it, you really should, it is really good…kind of random, but good. Now, I guess I should let you read this so, here we go:)

Disclaimer: No, J.K. Rowling is richer than the Queen of England, if she wanted to write something, she would publish it just for the heck of it and not put it here.

Chapter I: Hogwarts Express

I hate James Potter. He is a narcissistic, selfish, arrogant, bigheaded, vain, pompous, womanizer, ostentatious, conceited, pretentious, smug, self-centered, immodest, brazen and egotistic git. Did I mention that he is absolutely NOT gorgeous or appealing in anyway? Most girls swoon at his feet, don't ask me why, must be a spell he casts on himself, but not me. Ha! Take that! No Lily Evans for you Potter! I push my way, uneasily through the thick crowd trying to find my compartment and I can see that head of messy black hair a while down the crowd. Yes, so I give him something, he is tall. But he still has an ego the size of Africa. Suddenly I feel someone tug at the sleeve of my shirt. I look around, only to be enveloped in a tight hug.

"Oh my gosh! Lily! You've grown soooo much! What are you? Two inches taller?"

I smile and hug my best friend back avidly. Gemma just never changes. She knows that something that annoys the heck out of me is that I am stuck at 5' 6'' and never growing since our fourth year. She breaks the hug, her shinning blue eyes looking at me through those amazingly dark eyelashes of hers. They of course match her coal black hair that is distributed evenly among her shoulders.

"Yeah, actually I think the record is a quarter of an inch. I counted," I say back, actually feeling quite proud of my gained height.

Gemma rolls her eyes, "Learn to accept that you are short. Now come, I found us a compartment."

I sit down, opposite of Gemma. She eagerly reaches up to bring down her gecko into her hand. I have known Gemma since that faithful day on the Hogwarts express my first year. I own our friendship to that gecko. So I do quite like him actually. He was going to get run over by a cart and I rescued him. Yes, that is the extent of my heroic rescues, and I hardly think the gecko even remembers the peril I saved him from.

"So, how was your summer?" Gemma asked, petting the gecko's smooth scales. By the way, the gecko's name is Pistachio, if you wanted to know.

"Bad, and yours?"

Gemma grins at me, "Bad."

We both smile contently then turn to look at the compartment door as it is burst open. Potter struts in, accompanied by a laughing Sirius, a quiet Remus, and, of course, a fat Peter. Then again, what is new?

"Evans!" James smiles, flopping down on the seat beside me. I scurry down the seat, pressing myself to the window and glaring at James like if he was the biggest scum on the planet, which he obviously is. In answer, James moves down as well, presumably to make room for Remus and Peter, like I believe that. Sirius sits down beside Gemma, hugging her enthusiastically. Gemma laughs as she shrugs him off. Sirius pouts a bit but seeing Gemma was not going to back down turns to and winks at James before turning to me.

"Evans! Smile wide, we don't want the train to get off its tracks," he teases, his arm carelessly wrapping itself around Gemma's shoulders.

I smile sourly, treating him to a view of my perfectly straight teeth, "Actually, Black, I don't have braces anymore. And if I may, can you all please leave, I think this is our compartment, not yours."

"There are no other free compartments, sorry Lily," Remus shakes his head sadly. Remus and I have always had a good relationship; he's really a nice person, quite the opposite of Potter, if you ask me. Talking about Potter, he's been staring at me the entire time and I am beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"What is it Potter?" I ask him, quite harshly.

For a second he looks hurt, then regaining his arrogant grin he ruffles his hair, I really hate it when he does that, "Lily, my dearest Lily flower, will you go out with me?"

Can't he just stop asking me? How annoying does he want to be? I though the prank was over last year.

"No."

"Lily, please…give me one chance."

Sirius suddenly turns our way from the conversation he was having with Gemma, "Awwwww, little Prongsie all grown up. Evans, how can you resist that voice, those eyes?"

I can feel the anger take control of me, "I think I am going to go to WC, and I want to tell you something, Potter" James looks up, hopeful, "Sirius has a point, grow up; it is our seventh year after all."

I storm out of the compartment, not caring as the door slams behind us. Gemma is going to kill me later on for leaving her alone with those narks, but the truth is that if I don't leave, Potter might start bleeding profusely from the nose, and I am sure his fan club wouldn't like it. Anyways, Gemma enjoys being with Black a lot more than she lets on. She is a pureblood and has known most of these people her whole lives, so really it isn't that amazing she would not mind sharing a compartment with them. Muttering all the curses I can think of, and making up a few of my own, I kick the toilet, hard. Pain rushes through my foot, which makes me mutter quite a few other colorful curses.

"Evans? Are you in there?"

I roll my eyes and kick the toilet again, but not as hard as last time. That's Potter's voice. Can't he get a grip? I mean, it is not so hard for him to tell that I really don't like him.

"No, actually it isn't." I swear I can feel his grin through the door. The nice solid door that suddenly disappeared right in front of me to reveal an extremely handsome Potter leaning on the frame of the door…wait a second, what was that about handsome? I meant, horrendously ugly Potter leaning on the frame of the door…yeah.

"Lily, I left your compartment, so you can come out now," he commented.

"Did your mother ever teach you not to break down the doors of girl's bathrooms? No I guess not." I walked away from him…but apparently not fast enough. In shorter than you can say egotistical git, James and wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me towards him.

"Lily, why do you hate me so much?"

I smiled up to him, and I did have to crane my neck up because he is at least a foot taller than me, "Let me tell you something Potter, you think you can get every single girl in Hogwarts, and that is where you are mistaken. This little, capture-the-girl-that-is-currently-walking-away-from-you, trick may work on brainless ditzs, but last time I checked, I was top student. And if you don't let go of my right now, I will curse you to the Himalayas and hopefully you'll get lost and die."

Of course Potter let go of me instantly, he's not that stupid either, but it is what he did afterwards that amazed me, considerably, and I am not easily amazed.

"I am sorry, Lily, I didn't know that you would be offended," he said softly, almost solemnly. Then, oddly, he walked away. Really, I think that is the first time that he and I have had a conversation that did not end in him getting hexed by me or him asking me out. He disappears into his compartment as I head back to mine, still kind of confused.

A/N: Short, but sweet. Tell me if I should continue writing this or just give up. I think that it cant be that bad, but that's just me. Don't be afraid to review and make sure that you read my other story, The Waves of the Sea :)