Summary - The famed love/hate relationship between Lily Evans and James Potter – she hates his guts, but he is infatuated… Has anybody ever wondered how it all started? (Warning – I've really changed Lily's character, so if you don't like the non-Hermionie-ish not bookish Lily, don't read. I bite my thumb at flamers)
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish I do! And I also don't own the song in the story, that's "He's A Rebel" by The Crystals, and the title acutally isn't mine either, it's another song, "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations.
Now... On with the story!
She was beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Her auburn hair shimmered in the summer sunlight shining in through the window. Her porcelain skin was flawless, and sparkling emerald eyes laughed at the world. She looked … there was only one word for it … perfect.
Sirius Black poked his friend in the ribs. "Prongs! The old bat's talking to you!" James snapped out of his reverie, and looked at Professor McGonagall.
"Now, Mr Potter, could you answer my question?" asked a disgruntled Professor McGonagall.
James Potter shook his messy black hair, and the girls sitting in the row behind him sighed. "Um… sorry Professor… I don't know"
"I thought as much. You can join me for a discussion about your continual non-participation in my class after dinner. I will expect you in my office by eight."
"Yes Professor" said James as he resigned himself to yet another evening writing lines.
Sirius turned to James, with finger glasses on his face, just like Biggles, and said in an excellent impersonation of Professor McGonagall, "Now, Jamesie-poo, unless the answer is written on Lilybear's cheek, I would like you to face the front"
"Shuddup!" His gaze was momentarily distracted by the whirl of red hair as Lily turned away from him.
Meanwhile, across the classroom, Lily Evans turned to her friend Frankie. "How many is that this week? Three? Or four?"
"Dude, you're counting?" Frankie asked in disbelief.
Lily blushed. "Well… no…"
"You got it bad, Lil! Why don't you just tell him you like him?"
"Because… he would never like a girl like me anyway!" She started singing softly.
He's a rebel and he'll never never be any good… He's a rebel and he never never does what he should… Just because he doesn't do what everybody else does, that's no reason why I can't give him all my love…
"I think he does! He was fully staring at you just before!"
"He wasn't! What's the bet he was looking at Rosie Brown." Lily turned at shot a glare at the girl who was distracting James from her.
The bell rang to signal the end of class, and with it brought a flash of inspiration to Lily, who shook her hair out of the loose ponytail it was in.
"Ha ha! Work the hair girl!" said Frankie
Lily adjusted the mini skirt and flowered kaftan that she was wearing under her school robes, applied a quick coat of lip gloss, and started towards the guys.
"Where are you going?" her friend asked.
"I'm sick of Rosie always flirting with him, and there's a Hogsmede visit next weekend. See what I'm getting at?" Lily replied with a smirk. As she turned around and made her way over to the guys' bench, she unconsciously started wiggling her hips as she walked, and Frankie smiled to herself.
"Dude, you've got a visitor!" Remus poked James in the ribs.
"As if I didn't notice!" came the indignant reply.
"Hey James… can I have a word?" asked Lily.
"Um… ok… sure!" he stuttered. Ohshit, someone must have told her I liked her! What am I going to do! he thought.
"There's a Hogsmede visit next weekend… I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" she asked.
Oh… my… God! LILY EVANS JUST ASKED ME OUT! "Um… yeah ok! I'll meet you in common room at 9 then?"
"Ok, sounds good! See you after lunch!" She turned and walked away, then proceeded to talk to her friend in a low voice, very quickly.
Yes, I know it's short, but meh, anyway.
For anybody who was a'wondering, Rosie Brown is Lavender's mum. She doesn't do anything at the moment, but maybe later...
I shall be off! Farewell all!
Megan and Master Fifer - HUZZAH!
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