Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the characters in this story; I'm just borrowing them for a bit

AN: This was on my friends page for a while, but I've got my own account now so I'm posting it myself


"Look... It's not that I don't like you… I... Well…" Lily stared exasperated at the boy standing eagerly in front of her. She couldn't count the number of times he had asked her out, always with the same ending. She remembered when she used to hate him, but now they were in seventh year together he had grown on her slightly. She had even started to count him as one of her friends, but she just didn't want him as a boyfriend.

"Just what? Come on Lils, you've never given me a reason. I hate that I love you so much but you don't even have the decency to tell me why you won't even go on one date with me!" Lily gasped. He loved her? He was looking at her desperately. She realised she was going to have to tell him why. But once she did... well, her secret would be out. She could just make something up, but that wouldn't be fair to him, if he really did love her. Taking a deep breath she summoned up her courage and began "Well, um, it' just" he began to look angry with her. "it's just... look, James.." she carried on weakly. The boy glared at her.

"Oh don't bother! You're never going to love me are you, so just forget about it!" He walked off angrily, leaving Lily standing alone by the lake, shocked at what had just happened.

"Wait! You don't understand!" She shouted willing him to turn round. He didn't.


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