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It really hadn't been her intention to hate him. She was generally against hating. It never seemed to take in the other sides of the argument, but somehow he made her believe that she hated him. And she hated it.

She knew he was good in class (if a little distracted) and she knew he was good at Quidditch (if a little proud). And God knows she knew he was good looking (not that she'd even go near admitting it with a 15 foot broomstick). She really ought not to hate him, she thought. He didn't practice Dark Magic, he didn't bully people (anymore), he wasn't terribly judgmental, and he had good morals.

It was just that he infuriated her, and made her laugh with some of his funnier pranks. But he still frustrated her (not in the least because he asked her what she should get that awful tart of a Hufflepuff Melanie Dun for Valentines Day and didn't bother to give her anything).

But she was startled to find out that she hated him for it. She had no reason to but she did. And she hated him and she hated it.

Maybe she was just thinking to hard.

He hadn't set out on the first of September all those years ago to fall in love. Really, all he had wanted to do was start the next adventure of his life (Hogwarts), make friends, and be in Gryffindor. Falling head over heels for some swotty, know it all, prude of a girl (not that he really believed any of that. He really thought she was Gods gift to the world) was not his agenda.

He knew she wasn't interested (she made that bloody obvious every time he even talked to her) and he knew that she thought he was an idiot (not that he could help it if it meant that she paid attention to him). And he knew that she was it for him (not that he'd even go near admitting it with a 15 feet broomstick).

She really wasn't all that wonderful, he thought. She got angry way too much (though she always seemed to have a good reason), she always beat him in classes (although that might have been because she didn't fool around in lessons), she would always find a way to criticize or insult him (not that he didn't deserve it), and she never let her hair down or did anything that he thought of as fun (admittedly with him fun was what other people classified as having a death wish).

He really couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was a fascinating, lively, energetic, smart, sassy, beautiful, fiery, enchantress. She caused him anguish because he loved her and he loved it.

Maybe he was just thinking too hard.

A/N

I wrote this in Gods hours of the morning sometime earlier this week. Lily and James just are so, they just, agh! Writing about them makes me want to think (which is a blessing and a curse when there is only you to think and no one to talk to) Maybe i wrote this because I'm trapped in my own head at the moment, it would make sense.

Maybe. oof

R/R because it made you think to hard (or if you loved it, really I'm not picky)

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