A/N: I haven't written anything in a couple of years, especially for HP. But lately I've been getting back into HP and Lily/James. So, I just thought I'd give it a shot. Hope you enjoy. R&R, let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own it. Plus, I'm a poor college students so you wouldn't get anything from me anyways :)
Addicted
Prologue:
When they were only eleven years old, they took no real notice of each other.
James Potter knew Lily Evans to be studious and friendly. So friendly, in fact, that she had done the seemingly unthinkable and befriended a Slytherin by the name of Severus Snape. He knew that she had red hair and green eyes, but anyone in Hogwarts could tell you that, because, even at the age of eleven, she had striking features. But that was about as far as James Potter's knowledge of Lily Evans went, give or take a few minor details.
Lily Evans knew James Potter to be a rather carefree boy with annoyingly untidy jet black hair. His hair, however, did not bother her to the degree it would in following years at the time. She knew he had, almost instantly, formed a tight friendship with three other boys that was seemingly indestructible. She had also mentioned, only once or twice to her closest friends, that James Potter had a downright contagious laugh. But that was about as far as Lily Evan's knowledge of James Potter went, give or take a few minor details.
When they were only twelve years old, they took only a slight notice in each other.
James Potter had realized that using the word studious to describe Lily Evans was, simply put, an understatement. She was brilliant, really. Top in their class, right after James Potter himself. He found out that she came from a family of all muggles, and he knew that she got on well with her parents but was known to rant and rave endlessly about her sister every once in awhile. He came to the conclusion that not only was she friendly, but her friends meant the world to her.
Lily Evans had realized that James Potter was so carefree that it annoyed her, and that his ridiculous hair was constantly made more untidy by his own ruffling of it. She knew that, even with his carefree attitude, he was smart. Top in their class actually. And he would be the first to point that out to nearly anyone. His friendship with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew seemed more like a brotherhood than a friendship, really. They had named themselves The Marauders, and they were always up to no good.
When they were only thirteen years old, they learned a little bit more about each other. A little too much for a certain Lily Evans, and not quite enough for a certain James Potter.
James Potter knew that Lily was becoming quite beautiful as she grew up. He had recently began taking an interest in girls, and although he could have almost any that he wanted, Lily held his interest a little more than any of the others. James learned that Lily was slowly growing closer to her girl friends in Gryffindor, and further away from her Slytherin friend. A piece of information that, for reasons unbeknownst to even James, pleased him greatly. His friends would catch James staring at Lily Evans once in awhile. They laughed at him, teased him, and were quite sure that James Potter was developing a crush. And James Potter himself would've agreed quickly.
Lily Evans was beginning to find James Potter simply annoying. He was becoming increasingly more arrogant as he got older. And, as most of Hogwarts would be quick to tell, increasingly more handsome too. But Lily refused to admit that, afraid that, even if he didn't hear her, it would go straight to his already oversized head. He had acquired a golden snitch, despite the fact that he was a Chaser, not a Seeker. James constantly played with it, and it drove Lily crazy, and she wasn't even quite sure why. He, along with his friends, pranked others repeatedly, and most of the time Lily Evans did not find it amusing in the least. James Potter constantly got marks just as good, if not a little better than her, and she didn't think he tried even half as much as she. Lily Evans was fairly certain that she was beginning to develop quite a dislike of James Potter.
And when they were fourteen, in their 4th year at Hogwarts, their relationship grew into what it would remain as for many years into the future. James Potter had developed a strong crush on Lily Evans, began pranking her, all the while asking her out repeatedly, and declaring that one day Lily Evans would be his. Lily, on the other hand, had decided that her dislike for James, much like his arrogant attitude, was only growing strong the more he asked her out and the more he pranked her. It drove her absolutely insane. Lily refused each and every time he asked her out, and when he declared that one day she would be his, she scoffed in his face.
One day, a rather gloomy Saturday in fact, a loud bang could be heard from the girls dormitory. It was followed by numerous crashes and clanks, and then loud high pitched screams. The four Marauders sat in the Gryffindor common room smirking to themselves and looking significantly pleased. Suddenly, stomping could be heard from the stairs leading down from the dormitory.
"JAMES POTTER. YOU ARE ABSOLUTLEY THE MOST ARROGANT, ANNOYING, INSUFFERABLE HUMAN BEING THAT HAS EVER WALKED THE HOGWARTS GROUNDS!"
James chuckled to himself, and stood from his armchair to face Lily Evans. "I beg to differ, Lily dear."
His remarked put a rather flustered look upon her face. It was quickly replaced by blatant anger, however. "Don't call me that," she spat furiously.
Lily glared at James. He had quite the smug look on his face and she found it all the more infuriating. And now he was smirking at her. An egotistical smirk to go with his smug face and his untidy hair.
"But Lily dear, you know you like it. At least a little."
She shook her head violently. Her red hair flew around her face wildly, and her green eyes narrowed a little more. She was, however, at a loss for words. Therefore, James quickly continued the conversation. "Would you like to go out with me, Lily dear?"
And then, he could see it in her eyes, he had gone slightly too far. Her eyes widened from their narrow stance. She let out a small growl. "NO, POTTER! I will not go out with you. You think you are god's gift to women. But let's get this straight, right here, right now. I will NEVER go out with you, James Potter. Ever. In fact, I despise you, I absolutely despise you," she ended her rant with a huff, and stormed back up to the girls dormitory.
James Potter, with the smug look never leaving his face, trudged back to his friends. He plopped back into his armchair, and with a dreamy look crossing his handsome face said, "I think she likes me, no?"
James did not take the time to listen to the reply however. He had just learned that Lily Evans had quite the temper. And oh, he was fairly certain that he had just fallen in love with her. And he didn't even know what love was.
