Hello, and welcome to this story, so far this is the prologue, and I hope you at least enjoy it; enough for you to come back and read the rest of this story at least! Sorry if this is short, but I didn't want to put any other part of the story into this prologue… ;

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Yeeeah, well. ON WITH THE FRIGGIN STORY!!

'How could he do this to me,' some (moronic) girls would think, 'how could he act though I'm the one, and only one, he loved, and then brush me aside?'

Pfft. Sure as hell, I'm not ever going to fall for the boy. Would you?

Yes, yes, of course you would, I mean, isn't he just gorgeous? Handsome, dashing, with his beautiful brown eyes, his---erm, that's what you'd think!

Now, before we start, things to know about me:

I don't like him. Not a chance in the world. Not possible.

Other than that, I'm smart. Yay for me! D

Note: that was sarcasm. A lot of it!

Hmmmmmm, I guess he is good looking...NO Lily, stay on topic.

How to avoid James Potter about the Hogsmeade trip, because, after all, when's a time he hasn't asked me out for one?

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My head shoots up as I hear his voice (it'll leave a terrible crick in my neck later) and see him plop himself down grandly into the seat across from me. Luckily there's a table separating us.

"Potter, what the heck are you doing here?" I roll my eyes as he gives me a dazed look, probably imagining something with me and a strange form of lingerie. Why I know this? He actually trusted me with his thoughts one day… Strange one, he is.

He snaps back to his usual self, realizing that the not-wearing-lingerie me is giving him a very perplexed look. He flashes me a quick toothy grin, and predictably begins what I've been dreading all day:

"Well Lily-flower, I'm here to talk to you about a date," he says, giving me a wink. He turns his head in a way that he probably thinks is sexy. This reminds me eerily of the shampoo commercials that are shown on television…

I slam my hands onto the parchment I was writing on, knocking the ink bottle over as I stood up quickly, and ready to walk away. I'm really not in any mood to hear his chatter.

"A date for the Hogsmeade trip we need to plan. Our first one you know. Together." James finishes. He raises an eyebrow suggestively.

"I can assure you Potter," I say as I cross my arms over my chest, gazing directly into his eyes, hoping this would unnerve him, "you don't need to remind me of something as gigantic as that! I didn't forget it! I never have." That was the lamest come-back that has ever come out of my mouth. Bloody hell, must say something smart!

"You're-" Dear Merlin, he's reading it!

That total prat. Wait, rewind, let us say that aloud:

"You total prat! Give that back to me this instant!" I shout, trying to tear the paper from his fingers. I instantly stop the futile struggle as I let what he says next sink in.

"Sonorus" James mumbles, deliberately saying it only loud enough so that I would hear.

My successful attempt at getting that one very important page of my diary back now was looking very bleak.

Things always falls upon our height difference!

"---Sure as hell," James' voice carries around the Gryffindor common room, and each person present literally drops everything they were doing and are suddenly listening.

The charm worked effectively: James' voice carried around the room, filling every corner and crevice, much to my horror. My eyes frantically scan all the objects that were nearest to me, my wand on the other side of the common room: Too little time to reach that–

"---Of course you would, I mean, isn't he---" Ah, hell no. I take a tight grasp on the object closet to me, and–

His eyes widen as he abruptly realizes where Hogwarts, a History was then headed. I give him a very toothy grin, acting the way he was earlier.

Once the target hit its mark, James kneels down, a tight grip on the chair next to him.

The paper flutters soundlessly to the ground.

I place Hogwarts, a History onto the table, and then I lean over to Potter, diverting my eyes. I murmur, "Nice weather, huh?"

My eyes are locked smilingly with his.

After retrieving the paper, I spin on my heel and head for the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories. Passing by James nonchalantly, I can't help but catch what he then softly says, "Not that shabby, love."

Only when I reach my dorm and look into the mirror do I notice that there's a smile graced upon my lips.

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