I love a big headed prat. I, Lily Evans, am in love with a big headed prat, but I have a duty to myself and to all the muggleborns being stomped on out there by the purebloods. I have fallen in love with James Potter, but I have to prove to all the prejudiced purebloods that muggleborns can be magically inclined and intelligent, which means I have to devote my time to being the best witch I can be. And James Potter and his sexy, well built body and perfect black hair? Quite a distraction. Too much of one, in fact. I have to be strong for my cause.

The only way (well, the easiest way) to keep myself from getting distracted and staying on task is simple. Just like when I'm writing a particularly hard essay or taking an exam, I have to get rid of the source of the distraction. In this case, I have to stay away from all romantic thoughts of boys. Especially James. I used to think that the easiest way to stay away from James is to act like I hate him. I thought, at first, that he would just leave me alone, but being that prat he is, it has only made him "love" me more. It hasn't worked. If he truly loves me, he'll wait around for me until after school and until after I've proved myself and completed my mission.

Consider yourselves lucky, I haven't even told my best friend (or ex-best I should say) that I love Potter, he thinks I hate him.

Well, you're about to be bored by the story that I'm about to tell; well… I don't know, maybe it'll be interesting? You may like it, but I don't se how my life could be interesting. Here goes:

You fan people call these drabbles. Well here's a bunch of them. Random things that happened throughout my Hogwarts life, but just bits and snatches.

Me. James Potter. The Marauders. Hogwarts. What could be better?

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Study

"Lily! Are you studying already? It's not even breakfast yet!"

"Yes, Potter, and I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave me alone."

He had strutted in about half and hour ago to find me reading in my favorite chair in a corner. Needless to say he found it necessary to bother me. Now, thirty five minutes later he just figures out that I'm not, in fact, reading for pleasure (as I often do) but reading the new Charms book. He runs his hand through his wonderful hair and I suck in my breath fast, hoping he doesn't notice my blush and bury my face in my book to hide it.

'Remember the cause, Evans,' my conscious tells me, 'take down the distraction.'

I look up at James… Potter and smile. He looks at me like I've gotten a skrew lose or something. I say, in a voice dripping with poisoned honey, "James Potter, step off."

He laughs and says "That's the Lily I know."

I glare at him and yell "JAMES POTTER, STEP OFF!!"

I don't have a very calm temper, and I hate unleashing it off on poor James, but it's necessary. I just have to remind myself that it's necessary and I won't feel bad.