A/N: Hey my lovely readers! 28 here with a Lily/James story. I would really for this story to be more successful than my next-gen one, so do you think you could review and help out? People check out stories with a high review count...

You would think, that after 6 YEARS of rejections, that James Potter would have finally given up on the hope of me saying yes to him.

I mean, really? Does he like being rejected constantly?

I've told him no more times than I care to count, yet he still continues to embarrass himself and/or me by loudly proclaiming his love in the most public place he can find.

And there are a hell of a lot of public places here at Hogwarts. Trust me, I would know…

But today was just ridiculous. Absolutely, entirely, completely, wholly, thoroughly and utterly ridiculous. For a number of reasons as well.

The Great Hall. How overused and unimaginative is that! Yelling that he loves me and writing it in pink cursive (very feminine handwriting as well… slightly creepy) on the sky-like roof and glitter bombs – come on: been there, done that.

Pink and Glitter. I hate pink, and glitter is definitely not my thing. If he actually cared about me at all (and wasn't just doing this because I'm the only girl who has ever said no) he would know this. Of course I don't like pink. It clashes with my hair horribly.

Perfume. The disgusting scent he sprayed- I mean poured around the room was gross. No other word for it. Anyway, I only like one perfume, and only in moderation.

So all in all, I am appalled with Potter's efforts today. And those of yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and well, you get the picture.

And he's Head Boy this year! He should know better! I still can't believe Professor Dumbledore made Potter Head Boy. As the smartest wizard since Merlin himself, you'd think he would know better.

Everyone thought Remus Lupin would get the shiny badge. Remus Lupin being the only acceptable 'Marauder' as they called themselves. Sandy brown hair and blue eyes, it was a wonder he was still single.

Sirius Black is just too damn arrogant. I am disgusted by the fact that my best friend Marlene snogs him on a regular basis. Even though he is pretty attractive. Okay, okay, he's damn hot. But if I told him that, his head would inflate so much that could tie a basket to his foot and use him as a hot-air balloon.

Peter Pettigrew is just annoying. Short and pudgy he follows the other three boys around to share in their glory. He snivels and is so damn thick it makes me want to hit my head in a wall. Repeatedly.

James Potter. The ringleader. Also known as the biggest toe-rag to ever walk this planet. Possibly any other planets in the universe as well. He is a git. It's too bad he has brains, one redeeming feature, though those brains are just another thing for him to boast over. He things he is god's gift to women – and most women think so too.

I sincerely hope, yet despair in the fact that it is not so, that today was the last time Potter will ask me out.

My only comfort is that I will never, ever say yes.

Even if he is pretty damn hot.

A/N: So how was it? Good? i'm writing this amongst yells of 'move your head, I can't see!' as my cousin plays need for speed... boys *rolls eyes*

I need a beta, if anyone would like to volunteer for the job. Also, if you could review with ideas for how James asks Lily out in a theatrical way, that'd be great.

Question for this chapter- Do any of you read the Percy Jackson books?

Anyhow

28, Signing off