A/N: This story is taken from a situation in my life, hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: If I owned it would it be fanfiction?
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Lily Marie Evans, a Gryffindor fifth year, sat in Transfiguration class. They were taking an exam today and Lily was confident that she could easily get the highest grade in the class; she began answer questions with ease. When she about half way done she came across a question that she had to think about for a moment. She looked away from the test. It was then she became aware of who was sitting only about 5 feet away. James. The question left her head as she saw him working diligently on the test. Lily couldn't focus at all. She looked back down at the question re-reading it several times. The question seemed easy but at the same time it made no sense. It was like she knew the answer but just could write it. This was more irritating to her then anything else. She looked back up a James expectantly, hoping, wishing he would look up at her and flash his crooked smile, but he did no such thing his quill just moved effortlessly over the parchment. She hated what he did to her. He was so enticing and beautiful she just wished she could be nearer to him then she was now. She laid her head on the cool desk in order to rid her thought of him-it was just so difficult. Lily glanced at the clock realizing there were only minutes left before she had to hand in the test, she became focused and answer questions again. When she had finished all of the questions she glanced up again at James only to find him looking at her he grinned and waved like a fool she grinned and rolled her eyes. She could not help herself she was more then completely enticed, she wanted him so bad but he did not want her anymore. He gave up on her last year; she was so relieved that her daily torment was over that she no longer had to deal with his silly behavior. She was so happy until the beginning of the second term this year; she now craved for his attention. Lily was tortured day and night by these feelings she had so unknowingly discovered she wished he still anted her, but she had lost her chance-she was destined to a fate of torturous love from a distance, and she hated herself for it.
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