Lily Evans was currently sitting in the middle of Transfiguration class, scribbling notes down on her piece of parchment. It had been a great class so far, really, it had, and if Lily had known, that the boy who was about to saunter into class, would completely and utterly ruin her mood - well, she would've ignored him like any girl with a bit of common sense.

Sadly, Lily seemed to have lost that common sense in the last couple of weeks, and that had made it very hard for her, to- Well, to not get her mood ruined, if you will.

And the reason why that was, was one simple answer. James Potter.

If you were to ask Lily, what she thought of James Potter, the answer would've been the same as ever: I couldn't care less.

One thing had changed about that answer, though. And that was the fact, that Lily was no longer sure if it was true.

Something was wrong with her. That's what she had concluded out of this madness. She had to suffer from some sort of rare illness. Because she feared that her worst nightmare might just be coming true: She was developing a crush on James Potter.

Of course no one knew about this, except for Lily. Not even her bestfriend, Marlene McKinnon, could she trust with this dreadful secret. Hell, she wasn't even sure she had accepted the truth herself yet. Because, to be honest, fancying James Potter was a- well, a pain in the arse. Especially now, that they shared a common room just for themselves, as Head Boy and Head Girl.

Oh yes. James Potter was Head Boy. Lily hadn't believed it at first either. Him? As Head Boy? Now, she had thought, Dumbledore had truly lost his mind. Because who in their right mind, would pick arrogant, annoying, pranking, immature James Potter as Head Boy?

Well, perhaps anyone that could see, that he wasn't quite like that anymore.

Yes, it was bloody true. James - she found that she had begun to call him that now, instead of Potter, as she had previously - had somehow grown to be actually properly nice over the summer.

Actually he was so nice, that Lily, as mentioned, had begun to fancy him. And it was bloody sodding annoying. She couldn't seem to stop blushing around him. She got all flustered, and her brain seemed to shut down, which wasn't all that great, if she were in class.

Speaking of which...

Lily looked up from her paper shortly, to glance around the class. She was sitting in the middle, next to Frederick Davis, a petite, blond-haired Hufflepuff, and in front of her was Black - but no sight of Potter, who would've usually occupied the now empty seat next to him.

She didn't have to worry long about where he was, though. Because just at that moment, James strolled into class, a great smirk plastered to his face. His coal-black hair was messed up - more than usual, that is - and his glasses was tilted slightly, whilst the tie hung loose around his neck.

Lily scoffed, feeling a pang of jealousy in her stomach. It was obvious what he'd been doing, and he was clearly not trying to hide it.

"Mr. Potter, you are late for class. Sit down," Professor McGonagall ordered sternly, from her seat behind the desk.

"Sorry Professor," James said and ran a hand through that dark mess, he called hair, before slumping down in his seat next to Sirius. McGonagall muttered something, and told the class to keep up with their work. And so, Lily once again lowered her head over the parchment.

It didn't take long though, before she was disturbed again, much to her annoyance.

"Lily? Hey, Lily?"

She looked up from her paper once again. Her eyes fixed on James, who had tilted his chair backwards, so that it's back was now leaning against her table. He had turned in his seat, and was grinning at her.

"What?" she asked, not trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. She might fancy him, but that didn't man he couldn't be as bloody annoying as always, she knew that for sure. That was bloody lucky for her, too, because that made it a tad easier to stay mad at him, and hide her feelings.

"D'you mind if borrow your notes?" he asked, looking at her with those hazel eyes, looking like melted cho- No! Merlin, this bloody boy, and his goddamn amazing eyes. It wasn't fair of him, to have such great eyes, it really wasn't. How in the bloody hell was Lily supposed to stay focused?

And now, he wanted her notes. Under normal circumstances, the answer to that would've been a big, fat no. But... Well, this wasn't normal circumstance, was it? No. No, it most certainly was not. And... Well, it couldn't hurt to let him have a look, right? It wouldn't harm anyone, right? Right.

"Er, Lily? You still there?"

She was pulled out of her thoughts by that voice, his voice, and she shook her head, trying to get back to reality. She realized she must've zoned out, and her cheeks immediately went bright red, as she focused back on him.

"Hm? Oh uh, right. The notes. Er, go ahead, just take them," she said, and cursed herself mentally, for stuttering so damn much. James flashed her a grin, which annoyingly, made her stomach all warm, and he grabbed the notes, turning back to his own table. "Thanks."

Lily wasn't quite done talking to him, though. Therefore, she gently kicked the leg of his chair, trying to get his attention. "James? Hey."

After a bit, he turned around, glancing at her questioningly, his quill still set to the parchment. Lily felt he cheeks grow scarlet again, though for no apparent reason, it seemed. "Yeah? What is it?"

"Why are you late? For class, I mean," she mumbled and chewed down on her lower lip, a bad habit she had developed, whenever she got nervous or flustered. She made sure to keep her eyes fixed on his nose, not his eyes, seeing as she didn't need her head to get any redder, or it would match her hair colour soon.

"Oh," he said, and smirked, his quill dropping onto his paper, as he turned his attention fully to her. "I was with Lucy, of course."

Lucy? Who in the bloody fucking hell was Lucy? Her eyebrows pulled together in a slight frown, as she searched her brain for anyone with that name. Finally, an image of a girl popped up. She was pretty, although a bit blurred out, due to Lily's crappy memory. She had ice-blue eyes, along with long blonde hair, that hung freely over her shoulder. She was a Ravenclaw, her brain told her, and 6th year. Well, that explained why she hadn't seen her before. But what was he doing with-

Oh.

"Lucy?" she asked, pretending not to know who that was. "No, that doesn't ring a bell."

James cocked and eyebrow at her and shrugged. "Oh well. Lucy Miller. She's my girlfriend, remember? We started dating last week. She's in Ravenclaw."

Lily's heart sank a bit, as he confirmed her suspicion. They were dating. She was probably the girl he had undoubtedly been snogging, before finding the time to head for Transfiguration class.

"Oh, right... Lucy Miller." Lily felt a bitter feeling settle in her stomach, and unwillingly, she grimaced.

James looked at her strangely. "Are you alright? Lily?"

"Hm? Oh, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, and she could feel the blood rush to her face. Merlin, she must've looked like a goddamn tomato, what with both red hair and face.

"You just pulled a sort of face," he explained and shrugged, a small grin tugging at the end of his very well-formed lips - which was completely besides the point, although they were very good looking. However, Lily did reckon, that they would look even better with hers pressed against them.

Lily shook her head to clear her thoughts. The last thing she needed, was if she pulled another weird face, because she imagined what pushing him up against the wall, and snogging his face senseless, would be like. Well... That was for Lucy to know, she supposed. She felt her jaw clench, as a bitter feeling filled her body.

"I'm fine, alright. And you might want to start getting to class in time."

He grimaced and shrugged, as if he didn't like the idea of actually following the rules - and, truth be told, Lily suspected that very much to be exactly what he was thinking.

"You'll get detention," she continued and sighed irritated. Merlin's beard, it'd be much greater if he would just arrive at time, like everyone else.

James shrugged again and gave a cheeky grin. "Nothing I haven't tried before, eh Evans? I reckon, I'll live."

Lily bit her lip. She had to come up with a good argument - the chances was, that if he didn't arrive to class in time, it was due to him snogging Lucy in some dark corridor. She shivered. That was not a thought she liked. Frantically, she let her eyes scan over him, looking for anything that could help her, and had to hold back a grin, as her eyes fixed on the Head Boy badge pinned to his shirt.

She leaned forward, raising her eyebrows at him. "You're not making a very good example as Head Boy."

James looked as if he tried to come up with an argument, but finally just sighed - unneccesarily dramatically, according to Lily - and raised his hands, as if in defeat. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry."

Lily let out a snort, shaking her head in disbelief. "No you're not. Not one bit."

He laughed and shrugged apologetically, running a hand through his hair. This movement caught Lily's eyes and she couldn't help but follow it, liking the way the dark strands of hair curled around his long, slender fingers, running so swiftly through it, and- And goddammit, she needed to stop daydreaming about his bloody hair! This was getting a bit out of hand.

Another change, that came with liking him, was that. She found, that she no more minded, nor got annoyed whenever his hand reached up to mess his hair up again. Actually, she was rather fond of it.

"Mm, you're right. I'm not sorry at all," James said and grinned, stretching his arms in the air.

If him running a hand through his hair was doing things to her, then stretching, was definitely not good for her.

"Knew it," she mumbled. "Are you done with my notes yet?"

"Huh? Oh, right." he turned back to his- no, her notes and fiddled with his glasses. He held his hand up, shaking his head, making the dark strands jump from side to side. "Just a minute."

Lily nodded, although he couldn't see it, and picked up her book instead, letting her eyes trail over the words on the old, crinkled paper of Intrigate Transfiguration.

It didn't take long, before James once again turned around in his chair, this time dropping the parchment atop her book.

"Here you go."

She didn't look up, just pushed the piece of parchment off her book, and continued her reading. "Mhm."

"Oi!"

"What is it, Potter?"

"I reckon I'm a bit greater to look at, than that dusty, old book, Evans!"

Lily rolled her eyes and scoffed, looking up briefly from the book. She looked at him for a bit, before shaking her head apologetically. "Nope, I prefer the book."

He rolled his eyes. "You're mad, Evans. But that's beside the point, at the moment. I just wanted to thank you, for letting me borrow your notes. Also, I won't be late for patrols tonight, I promise!"

Lily stiffened. She had completely forgotten about those bloody patrols herself. Of course, though, she couldn't let him know that, so she just raised her eyebrows and gave a quick nod. "You better, Potter. And if you're late because of... Because of bloody Lucy Miller, then I swear..."

"Alright, alright," James said and raised his hands, just as he had done before. "Calm down, I'll remember, I promise."

"Good," she mumbled. "We'll just meet at Head's?"

"Sounds like a plan," James said and flashed her a grin, before returning to his own papers.

And so, as Lily looked back down in her book, she thought, that she would definitely rather look at James Potter at that moment.