A/N: Ahoy there! So I decided JP2 wasn't getting enough attention and here it is - my story about him. Well, about the girl behind the man. And I decided to make it a bit more realistic. I mean, come on, we're all a bit skeptical, but who wouldn't fall for that beautiful boy sometimes?

Summary: Who is James Sirius Potter? Well I really wish that was a necessary question to ask. Everyone knows who he is, and he knows that all too well. I just wish I could have kept my bloody feet on the floor, because Merlin knows I didn't want to fall for him.

Almost Romantic by Spring Turkey

I remember the first time I laid eyes on that gorgeous boy. I don't know if I considered him as much at the time, because we met when I was about five. He had the messy black hair and mischevious hazel eyes even then.

It was only by the happy coincidence that my family lived right between the Weasleys and the Potters in Godric's Hollow that the eldest Potter and I initially crossed paths. All of the many children were invited to my birthday party and James Potter pushed my into my cake. I never forgave him for that. But living next to him required me to put up with him often.

So it was no surprise of mine that I sat next to him on my last night before Seventh Year at an extremely large family dinner.

"So Elizabeth, your mother tells me you're Head Girl this year!" Ginny Potter exclaimed sincerely. I grinned at the exact same time James spat his pumpkin juice all over my steak-and-kidney pie.

"What? Ickle Lizzikins is Head Girl and she didn't tell me?" he said only loud enough for me to hear, after brushing off a scolding from his mother.

"Yes, it's true! And aren't we proud," I heard my mother ramble on.

"Don't call me that. And why would I tell you? You already take the mickey out of me every second you get, I didn't need to add to your arsenal," I seethed through gritted teath.

"Oh, Lizzy, don't be so uptight!" he laughed, wiping some splatter food from my face. I blushed a little at the contact, but he had already looked away. I decided to do the same and trained my eyes on little Lily Potter sitting across from me. She was going into her Third Year, and by the looks of it, boys would not be an issue. How unfair.

"Don't let him get to you," I heard someone mumble on my other side. Rose Weasley was grinning. She'd been witness to most of my torture through the years, and whether it was a like for me, or lack of a desire to see her cousin dismembered, she always managed to calm me down.

"I always do," I chided back, though smiling. "Just one more year and then I'm away from him for good."

"Unless you marry into the family," she said a little too loudly for my liking. I instinctively turned to my right, but only caught James smirking before turning away again.

"Hardy har har," I replied, narrowing my eyes. It was a running inside joke that Rose thought I should just marry James, because obviously our constant battling was due to hidden love. Right. I might have been a dreamer, but I wasn't stupid.

James Sirius Potter was everything every girl at Hogwarts wanted. He was good-looking (okay, understatement of the century), charming, funny and sweet. To every girl but me. I had a huge crush on him, once upon a time, but I got over it. Mostly. I still thought he was an arrogant prick with a head the size of the moon. I was snapped out of my thoughts by that familiar arrogant whisper.

"Lizzie, come help me get dessert," James said, grabbing my hand. My instinct was to pull it away, though I'll admit I didn't pull very hard. I had just enough time to stick my tongue out at Rose's thumbs-up before I was dragged into the kitchen of the Potter house. This was the part I couldn't stand.

"What are we grabbing?" I asked, finally freeing my hand.

"Treacle tart and pumpkin pie," he said absently, leaning against the counter. I looked at him for a second. Why wasn't he grabbing the food?

"And we're not getting it because..." I began. He grinned at me.

"Lizzy, it's our last night together before school. I just wanted to, you know, give you a little something." It was always things like this, I told myself. But it was that small, rebellious part of my brain that controlled my heart which got me every time. He was very close to me. So close I could feel his breath on me. I knew I should run away, but it was too late. I felt a cold, slimy splat on the back of my head that I could only assume was eggs. I whipped around.

"HUGO WEASLEY I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screamed, whipping out my wand. From the corner of my eye, I saw James chuckle and grab the desserts. Yes, this was a typical dinner at the Potter house.

tbc...

A/N: So??? Should I continue? I will anyways, but it's nice to have feedback.