DISCLAIMER: I dont own any Harry Potter characters, settings, or plots.

I ran down the corridors of Hogwarts, my heart pounding and my legs pushing me

farther and farther, around the corners and through curtains. I rested her back against the wall the slid down until I was sitting on the floor.

James Potter was possibly the stupidest person that I have ever met in my entire life. It was almost as though he doesn't realize that I care- I mean don't care for him, AT ALL. He's quite the idiot. He doesn't realize it at all.

"Lily?" I looked up. Ew, its him.

"What do you want, Potter?" I ask staring him right in the eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure, maybe you though." He replied with a smile.

"You couldn't possibly want me." I say breaking the eye contact.

"But I do." He insists.

"SHUT UP! You're always are bugging me and following me and being stupid and arrogant and pretending that you're in love with me. Be honest, do you even care about me at all? Because if you did you wouldn't want something for me that I don't want!"

All through my little rant I saw his face standing strong. By the end of my little rant I could see the laughter in his eyes and the smile threatening to take over his face.

"I most likely could have any girl I wanted, but I WANTED YOU. I don't want the girls who fall for me when I so much as look they're way and laughs at all my jokes and kisses me when I put my arm around her. I want the one girl who stands up for what she believes in, and the one who tells me my jokes are stupid, and shrugs the shoulder off even if she wants it to be there." I could feel myself beginning to blush.

"You want it to be there, don't you, Lily? You want my arm around you, and you want to kiss me goodnight, and you want to tell me that you love me." He said once he noticed my blush. He took a step forward and leaned down to my level, his nose a foot away from mine, his eyes looking straight into mine, "Admit it, Lily, you want me."

"I don't," I whisper.

He leaned his face in even closer and it was now six inches away. I could see the little freckles on his face and I realized that his eyelashes are super long and that his lips that were moving tantalizingly slow towards me were looking very appealing right about now. They were now maybe an inch away, and for a second I could feel his hot breath on my face and they were just almost touching, almost there, James, a little closer. I could feel myself leaning in even closer, the torture of the temptation was too great. The want for the feeling of his lips on mine was too great.

Suddenly James pulled away with a smirk playing on his face.

"Sure Lily, you don't want me."

And with that he walked down the hall, chuckling.

Damn him.