Flavor of the Week

Summary: Lily Evans has everything that any girl at Hogwarts could ever want. She had great friends, the best grades in her year, an extraordinary beauty that attracted many, including James Potter. Her life was pretty sweet, even she would admit. But life just couldn't get better when Alexander Whitney asks her out. Little does she know, she is just his 'Flavor of the Week'. Can James help open her eyes?

Author's Note: I have completely ignored all of my stories for practically a year, but I still really want to continue writing them. I like the storylines (even though they are not terribly original, at all), but I feel I have lost what I had originally intended for this story and the other stories to become. Therefore, I have decided to start anew and completely revise all of the chapters in this story. And since I'll be home most of the summer, I will have a lot of time to finish the story. So here it goes. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling. Therefore, according to my brilliant deductions, I did not write Harry Potter or any of its characters.

Just in case you wanted to know the song, here it is:

Flavor Of The Week --American Hi-Fi

She paints her nails and she don't know
he's got her best friend on the phone
she'll wash her hair
his dirty clothes are all he gives to her
and he's got posters on the wall
of all the girls he wished she was
and he means everything to her

Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don't know
anything about her
he's too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
she's just the flavor of the weak

It's Friday night and she's all alone
he's a million a miles away
she's dressed to kill
the TV's on
he's connected to the sound
and he's got pictures on the wall
of all the girls he's loved before
and she knows all his favorite songs

Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don't know
anything about her
he's too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
she's just the flavor of the weak

Yeah!
her boyfriend, he don't know
anything about her
he's too stoned, he's too stoned
he's too stoned, he's too stoned

Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don't know
anything about her
he's too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
she's just the flavor of the weak

Yeah she's the flavor of the weak
she makes me weak

CHAPTER ONE-

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement. Everyone was crowded around a piece of paper that was posted on the wall. 'HOGSMEADE WEEKEND: Saturday, October 17th. For Third Years and Older.'

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. The sixth years were already swarmed with essays due until the end of the year. In the farthest corner of the room, sat a small group of girls hunched over their Charms homework. 'Oh, Hogsmeade! The seventeenth! I can't wait! What will I wear! Oh, I do hope someone will ask me by then. But I'm sure I would still have fun with you guys," said one of the girls excitedly. She was very pretty with long, blond hair that reached her waist, amazing green-blue eyes, and bronze skin

"Grace, it's not THAT exciting! It's still three weeks away," said the fair girl with wavy, ginger hair laughed showing off perfectly straight teeth. Her pea green eyes flickered to the girl next to her.

The brunette, Jackie, shook her head in a mock disapprovingly way, her warm brown eyes sparkling joyfully. "And who's to say, we won't have dates of our own?"

The three girls, Jacqueline Harte, Lily Evans, and Grace Remington, were best friends. They had been for the past five years. Jackie and Grace had known each other since they were five years old. Grace was from a powerful and wealthy family. Unlike her parents, who were rigid and uptight, Grace was vivacious and flamboyant. She was quite the dreamer, even with all of the luxuries she had. Jackie, not quite as well-off as Grace, grew up in a middle-class home with her parents and her three younger siblings (two boys, one girl). Jackie was very maternal and practical. One would have to be if they watched over smaller children like she did. Her mother and father, both Healers, worked until late at night. The two unlikely friends met in the park one day. Grace had escaped her etiquette lessons and Jackie had escaped her two little brothers. They became fast friends. They met Lily, a bewildered muggleborn, on the train to Hogwarts and took her under their wings. They hit it off immediately. However different they may have been, the three were some of the closest girls you could find at Hogwarts…and the prettiest.

"Come on, let's keep working. This essay is due tomorrow," groaned Lily.

All the way across the room there sat another group of four. They huddled over something, but it was not homework. "Okay, here's the plan. . ." one whispered as he ran his hand through his messy, brown hair.

James Potter was the official unofficial leader of the Marauders, the name the boys gave to themselves. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew formed the Marauders during their first year at Hogwarts. They dedicated all of their free time to planning (or carrying out) pranks on the Slytherins. The rest of the time was chasing girls or playing Quidditch. Not much of their life was spent doing schoolwork, yet they still received some of the highest scores, with the exception of Peter. They were the most infamous people in school, not only for their pranks, but for their extremely good-looks and charm, as well. Any of the four could win any girl in the whole school, apart from Lily Evans. James was absolutely smitten with her, but simply wouldn't have it. Any other girl at Hogwarts would kill to be in her position. Having the gorgeous Gryffindor Quidditch captain running after you isn't bad...not bad at all. But this was Lily. She didn't fall for his smooth lines and flattery like everyone else.

Ever since he read the announcement for Hogsmeade weekend, James had decided to ask Lily...again, even though he knew it would most likely result in a 'NO! DON'T YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN, POTTER' speech, closely followed by a slap across the face. But James was optimistic. After all one- hundred and thirty-ninth time's the charm!

Chapter one was short and sweet. Just sort of a preface. I thought I needed to give a little background on Grace and Jackie because I was not sure if it would come up later. Review if you liked it, review if you didn't