Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Lily Evans, groaned loudly, "Stupid Divination homework."

"Need help?" A familiar voice sounded from behind her.

"Ew, go ruin someone else's day, Potter," she replied icily, not taking her eyes away from her assignment.

"Well, I would, but seeing as we're partners and all," his voice trailed off.

She ignored him.

The tall seventeen-year-old boy, James Potter, had messy, black hair that had probably never seen a comb, and hazel eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses. James had somehow managed to attain the position of Head Boy, much to Lily's, er, displeasure to say the least. He was seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, most popular boy at Hogwarts, and the bane of Lily's existence. She found his lopsided grin and messy hair tirelessly irksome, along with his attitude, distinctively unlike just about every other girl at Hogwarts. To her, his pranks were not clever or the least bit amusing, and her one and only hope was for him to fall off the face of the earth. She was the one and only girl in all of Hogwarts who could truthfully say she did NOT think of him as charming or drool-worthy, quite the opposite really.

He slid into the seat next to her, she ignored him. He inched closer, slipping his arm around her. "Bugger off," she hissed, eyes flashing as she gathered her things to leave.

"Now, Lily-kins,", he said, grabbing hold of her wrist, "if you keep talking to me like that, I may just leave, and you and I both know that neither of us wants that."

Lily opened her mouth to protest but was immediately hushed by the clearly annoyed librarian, Madam Mrawl, as she whispered in a deadly tone, "Quiet," at them both. Lily blushed scarlet. James charismatically smirked, flipping his hair out of his eyes. She glared at his ability to always keep his cool.

"So- do you need help, or what?"

Lily sighed before she spoke; it was evident that she was exhausted. "I guess," she said, eyeing him warily, not sitting back down.

"Look, all these Divination teachers we've had only want one thing in our predictions," James said it as if it was obvious.

"Which would be," Lily asked, annoyed.

Smirking at the fact that he knew something Lily didn't, he decided to gloat, "Are you telling me you don't know?"

"Yes, Potter, but if you told me then I would."

"Oh no, no, no; I need to bask in the glory for a few moments."

She rolled her eyes and dropped the books she was holding in his lap ("UGH," he groaned, doubling over in his seat). Lily smiled momentarily before placing both hands on the tabletop and saying to him, "Fine! You do this then!"

With that, she turned and walked out of the room. Halfway to the Gryffindor common room, she felt a chill in the air and was reminded that she had left her jumper in the library, along with her homework…with James. 'Like he's even going to DO any of it. Ugh, I should just head back,' she thought, and so she did, but what she saw when she got there surprised her.

Walking to the table, her jaw dropped, "You're actually WORKING, Potter," she pointed out, incredulously.

Realizing she was there, he put a protective hand over his groin area. Making up his mind that she would do no harm at the moment, he turned back to the assignment. "Well, yes," he muttered. She didn't speak. "What do you want?"

"Huh? Oh. My jumper, I left my jumper here…And I…" she looked at him peculiarly, cocking her head to one side and squinting slightly.

"And you thought I wouldn't be doing any of the work at all," he offered bitterly, not looking up from the assignment.

"No! That wasn't it at all, I just wanted my jumper."

"Of course." He pushed the assignment away from him, finally looking up. He shook his head, "I'm not daft, Lily, no matter your opinion on the subject."

"I never said," she began.

"Never said? You ALWAYS say it, and I know you think it as well."

"Yes, but," she began.

He chuckled at the fact that she was admitting it. "But you really love me and it's all a cover up to hide it?" He offered, smiling.

"Actually…" she started suggestively. He looked at her optimistically. "No, that's not it at all," she finished, smiling. He started to say something, but she interrupted him, "So, how far along are we," she asked, referring to the page in front of him.

"Done," he said shrugging.

"Are you SERIOUS," she asked disbelievingly. It had definitely been under twenty minutes, and she had been working on it all morning.

"Actually, no, I'm James, haven't we established this already?" It was an old joke that had been told too many times, but Lily smiled at it anyway, shaking her head. "But yes, it's finished. It's only Divination ya know; the old fraud only wants one thing from all of our predictions."

"We are NOT starting that again."

"Look, all he wants is for us to be killed off, hurt, or have something bad happen to us in one way or another."

Lily's jaw dropped (yet again), "Oh my gosh. I can't believe you! Is that ALL YOU WROTE on our assignment!"

He looked at her, surprised, "You know, a simple thank you would've done."

"Ugh! I knew it would be something useless and immature if it came from you," she spat, "I cannot believe I trusted you alone with this!" She said, overly aggravated.

"Lily, calm down! It-"

"Calm down? POTTER, the lesson starts in five minutes and my entire assignment was FAKED!"

"Jeez Flower, Divination-"

"STOP IT with the idiotic nickname!"

He continued as if she hadn't spoken, "is an easy A. Professor Ashnix is a crazy old fraud anyway. All you have to do is wing it."

"I like to work for my grades, Potter."

"Oh, give it a rest with the Miss Perfect act, will you Lily? Divination is never going to come in handy to us and nobody cares if you fake it. Ashnix does all the time."

"Oh whatever," she said, knowing he was right. She grabbed her things and began to make her way to the Divination classroom. After a moment, she turned back, "Well come on then. Are you coming or not?"

James caught up with her and slung his arm around her waist. "So, how 'bout me and you sneak off alone together 'nd just skip Divination altogether" he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

'Seriously, does he ever take a break from annoying me,' thought Lily as her stomach churned in disgust. Rolling her eyes and wiggling out of his grip she yelled, "You are so conceited!"

"So…is that a no?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, you'll sneak off with me, or yes that's a no?"

"You are so thick, Potter! Yes, it's a no!"

"Oh," he said, watching her stalk off up the spiral staircase to the overly-perfumed Divination room.

Soon after everyone was seated, Professor Ashnix greeted them. "Now, students, I am hopeful in the fact that you all have your homework," as she said this, most partners looked at each other uneasily. "But, it will not be due until next week, seeing as many people could not get it done. Now, please seat yourselves by your partners and work on finishing what you have not finished." Lily groaned as James strolled over to her and sat in the seat next to her, scooting the chair closer to her, like he always did, as she, like she always did, scooted away.

"Why do you find it so wonderful to irritate me, Potter?"

He smirked, a twinkle in his eyes as he said innocently. "I have no idea whatever it is you mean, and I know how irresistible I am to you, Flower, how irresistible I am to everyone. So, my dear, I decided to grace you with my presence," Lily rolled her eyes and James added lamely, "Besides, Nadine needed my seat so she could sit next to Sirius. She scares me."

Lily laughed, looking towards Sirius and Nadine, "Poor Sirius. Nadine is way too obsessed with him... But it is fun watching him be tortured."

James was watching Lily. "I know some torture that would be fun. It involves you and me with chains, ha-" Lily grabbed a textbook and smacked him upside the head with it. "Ow. That hurt," he rubbed his head where she hit him as she glared at him, as if daring him to finish the sentence.

James never was one to turn down a dare. "But I'll let you make it up to me with some erotic fun- involving you and me, chains, and handcuffs in my bed. You don't need to bring any clothes."

Lily glared at him. "You are such a- you know what? I'm not even going to dignify that comment with a reply."

"You just did, love, and you know… you should try to be mad all the time."

"Around you? I don't even have to try," She said, smiling sarcastically.

"Well Evans, it really is to my benefit when you get mad."

"Yah, and why is that," she asked, annoyed, only half-listening to his reply.

"Because you're kinda hot when you're mad, like, even more gorgeous than normal."

"Saw that coming," she muttered under her breath, ignoring him.

"What; no snappy comeback, no pain? Finally! I knew you loved me," he slipped his arm around her for, what seemed to her, the millionth time that day, "Since you're in such a good mood, will you go out with me now?"

Lily cocked her head to the side, smiled flirtatiously, and said, "Sure, why not?"

James forgot his I'm-so-cool act for a second, letting his mouth drop and taking his arm from around her waist. He hadn't expected that answer at all. "Really?"

Lily looked at him like it was obvious, "No."

Later that night in the common room, James was lying down on the couch reading Hogwarts; a History as Lily sat on the floor by a coffee table, doing her schoolwork. "Hey, Flower," James called, even though Lily was only about two feet away from him, "Did you know that you can't apparate into or out of Hogwarts?"

"Do you think I'm thick or something," Lily asked, annoyed, looking up from her assignment, while wondering to herself, 'Why am I even in the common room; Why not the girls' dormitory, where James cannot possibly annoy me?' He didn't reply so she continued, "Of course I do; everyone knows that."

"Fine, Ms. I'm-too-smart-and-beautiful-for-James-even-though-i'm-secretly-in-love-with-him."

Lily only rolled her eyes and muttered casually while returning to the work in front of her, "Sod off you thick, arrogant prat."

"You seem to be saying that a lot lately," James replied, just as casually.

"That's because you obviously didn't hear me the first- what was it, twenty? - times I've said it today."

"Seventeen, and I heard it, I just didn't listen. I know you love me Lils."

"Whatever," she muttered, continuing with her assignment.

Ten minutes passed with the only sound coming from the scratching of Lily's quill and the turning pages of James' book, before James got up and walked halfway to the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory, calling over his shoulder, "G'night Love."

Lily shook her head, not replying. James slowly walked to where she was, until he was standing behind her. She was too involved with her essay to notice as he bent down, lowering himself to her level. When she did notice, however, it was too late- he had kissed her on the cheek leaving her face flaming, along with her temper. Lily stood up as James did, and, without giving him time to think, she had brought back her arm and swung it at his smug-looking face.

"Git," she muttered, picking up her things and walking away with her head held high, as he whimpered in pain behind her. Her temper was completely gone now- replaced by satisfaction- but her cheeks were still flaming as she brought a delicate hand to her cheek, feeling where he had kissed her. Her expression changed momentarily before, 'Ew. Now I have to go scrub my face until it's raw or bleeding.' Yet, for some reason, she walked away smiling.