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7th Year with Mr. Arrogant

The scarlet steam engine glistened against pouring sunlight. This was no ordinary train. It was the Hogwarts Express. This fall, for the seventh and final time, it would be taking me to Hogwarts. I had grown up here, learning how to harness my magic. In a lot of ways, getting that acceptance letter when I was eleven saved my life. I'm a muggleborn (The rest of my family are non-magical) so when I figured out that I could make things happen that were normally deemed impossible, I was absolutely thrilled. But I couldn't really control what I did, like the time I turned the cat's fur an icky blue shade. Everything changed when I found out that I belonged in a different world. I am a Witch. I could escape from my cruel sister Petunia for most of the year and the everyday boredom that had consistently swept through my past.

Of course, with most good things, there come drawbacks. In my case, it's in the form of James (I'll say his dratted first name the first time so that it's not too confusing later) Potter. He's an arrogant, bullying toe rag who thinks he's all that; the Gryffindor Quidditch hero and heartthrob. It's too hard to describe how much I despise him but I seriously do. A lot. And if all his idiocy wasn't enough, for six years (ever since he laid eyes on me in our first year at school) I've had him jumping all over me.

"Will you please go out with me Evans?" (James is running his hand through his thick black hair)

"No!" Never in a hundred years. Wait- Never in a million thousand centuries.

"Just one date in Hogsmeade?"

"In your dreams Potter."

I swear I've turned that boy down at least five hundred times now.

So as I carefully shoved my luggage and owl into the train's luggage compartment I tried not to think of HIM and instead I marveled at how I had been chosen as this year's Head Girl. In the compartment I had been sitting in for the previous six trips, I found my best friends, Alice Jacobs and Claire Newton. There was a brief moment of happy shrieking and greetings before Alice excused herself, turning a deep shade of pink and mumbling something about finding her boyfriend, Frank Longbottom. Claire and I giggled.

" Ooh… I'm Head Girl!"

Claire smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Like I didn't see that coming. You've been the top student in almost all our classes for six years now Lily. Dumbledore would've been insane if he hadn't chosen you."

I sighed.

" Well I have to go to the Prefects compartment to meet the Head Boy and lecture the other prefects."

Claire looked curious, " Okay. I'll see you later."

I made my way towards the front of the train and was startled (and quite annoyed) to find a tall boy with messy jet-black hair and hazel eyes peeking behind his lopsided glasses, waiting for me. It was Potter. My green eyes flashed, angrily,

" Get out of the Prefect's Compartment Potter. Now."

He sank further into his seat. Looking sold as a rock, immovable.

" It's really quite comfortable here," Ja-Potter retorted.

" It won't be if I have to keep kicking you until you arse leaves!"

Potter raised his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, fine Lilyflower but-"

I sighed again. Which happens a lot when I'm talking to him.

" Don't call me that." Jeez, I've only told him that about 1,576 times now.

" As I was saying, but- I have a meeting in here soon."

I froze.

" What Potter?"

" I'm Head Boy" he grinned.

I could hardly speak. Arrogant, trouble-making Potter was Head Boy?! Dumbledore really must've been out of his mind when he was choosing.

" But… but, you've never even been a prefect!"

It was his turn to sigh. " The Headmaster chooses the heads from the prefects and quidditch captain, which I am."

Worst of all, I remembered that the Head Girl and Boy shared a tower with their own common room. I very nearly fainted right on the spot, realizing my doom. I, Lily Evans would literally have to live with the person I hated most, James Potter.