I'm not going to do those cheesy character intros with this story. I'm pretty sure we all know who the Marauders are and what everyone looks like. If not, use your imagination.
Song of the Hour (These songs will have nothing to do with the story, just for fun!): Pine Tree State, by Sparks the Rescue
Disclaimer: Most of it isn't mine. Just the plot.
Enjoy...

"My dearest, Lily Flower, what troubles you today?"

I sighed. This kid was persistent, I'll give him that.

"Nothing you would care about, Potter, and don't call me Lily Flower," I said with a, hopefully, noticeable trace of annoyance in my voice.

"If it concerns you, Lily, it concerns me."

"No need to be so gentlemanly, Potter." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"You think I'm a gentleman, Lily?" Potter asked, sounding excited.

I shook my head. "No, actually. I do not, by any means, find you a bit gentlemanly."

Potter shrugged, and said, "Well, something is bothering you. I can tell."

Yeah, right. "And how, may I ask, can you tell?"

"Your brow furrows. And when you were looking over that particular sheet of parchment, that brow of yours furrowed, like no brow has furrowed before!" Potter exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Huh. Well, if it's so distinguishing, I'll have to stop doing it then."

"What? Why?"

"Because it makes you notice me."

"Well, that's a stupid reason. Besides, that's not the only distinguishing feature of yours..." he said, eyeing me.

How ever smart anyone has ever called James Potter, this moment, or any other moments concerned with me, all intelligence he might hinder, flies out of his ears. He refuses the fact that some woman in Hogwarts, actually truthfully, might not like him. Or appreciate him. Or drool over his good looks. For his information, I can name several.

Well, maybe a few.

Okay, one; but it's still better then none! Even my best mate, Alice, finds him attractive. How, I will never know, but he is so insufferable, that any looks he might have are weighed out by his heinous personality. He waltzes around the castle like it's his playground, and seeing as he acts like an eight year old majority of the time, that's a fitting analogy.

Plus, his little lemmings, as I like to refer to them, follow his every move without question. They don't realize that hexing the Slytherins for no reason whatsoever, might actually have consequences. Save, Remus, of course. The saving grace of the group really. I'm sure he's the only reason they haven't gotten expelled yet.

Potter and his lemmings have a more popular name- the Marauders. Prankers and Womanizers, extraordinaire. Charming.

It seems, however, that I, Lily Evans, am the only person who sees them for what they really are. Adolescent boys, who's maturity level is close to zero, and have the common sense of a zoo animal.

"Will you please get a clue!?" I was very near to my breaking point.

"What clue? Are you solving a mystery, Lily? I'm quite good at mysteries."

"Oh, Merlin's lucky knickers. Would someone take him away so I can concentrate?" I almost yelled to no one in particular.

"I think then I can be of service, yes?" One of Potter's minions, Sirius Black, waltzed up to us, wrapping his arm around Potter's neck.

Black was almost as bad as Potter. Except that Black, and even I had to admit this, was quite a dish. Quite. Not that it mattered. His personality is probably, just as bad, if not worse, than Potter's.

We weren't a week into our sixth year at Hogwarts, and the Marauders were already getting on my nerves.

"Have you told her yet, James?" Sirius asked, looking expectantly at Potter.

"Told me what?"

"Errr, no. Actually, I hadn't. I was waiting for an more opportune moment." Potter said, while glaring daggers at his best friend.

"Oh. Well, I'll leave you two alone. I need to go, err, clean my belly button." And with that, Black slinked away.

"Tell me what, Potter?"

He looked quite apprehensive, "Lily Flower, you remember that small, little internship at the ministry?"

How could I forget? That internship is basically a free pass to a career in the Ministries inner workings. They take one only student from each magical school in Europe, and it was quite prestigious. I applied for that internship, but I wasn't accepted. It was a little bit of a sore subject with me. My annoyance level quickly elevated, and I chose to ignore that he called me Lily Flower again. I'm not a flower. I'm not delicate or breakable.

"Hell yes, I know about the internship. What about it?"

"Uh, well, quite funny actually. You see, I got it, and then-"

"You. It was you who got it." Impossible. Potter didn't want it. He didn't deserve it.

"Well, yes. I've just said that, Lily Flower. Please don't be mad. I know how much you wanted it. My dad made me apply, you see? I told them I didn't want it! I told them to give it to you..."

I slammed my books closed, stuffed my parchment into my bag, and grabbed my quills and ink. Then, I gave James the meanest, most hostile. volatile look I could muster. He looked rejected.

"I'm so sorry, Lily. I know how much it meant to you. If I could take it back, I would. I'll write to you about it. If you want-"

"I don't really give a rat's ass whether you write to me or not, Potter. All you'll do is gloat about it. And remind me how much of a failure I am for not getting the internship. So, it's not really needed actually. Not needed in the least. And stop calling me Lily Flower!" I stormed off to my dorm, leaving Potter in a whirlwind of my haste and sadness.

He was leaving the next week. He was leaving for six months to learn about something he didn't particularly care about. James Potter did not want to be the next Minister of Magic, or some assistant to the Minister, or even the assistant to the assistant. He really wanted to be an auror. To protect innocent people, like his mother and little sister. Even though they'd been gone for ten years, James still missed them. The Potter household was attacked by Death Eaters when James was very young. He doesn't remember much about that day, but he does know that his mother and sister loved him very much. He was becoming an Auror for them.

"Prongs, dinner time," Sirius voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Aren't you hungry?"

"Mmmm, not really."

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm James. You're Sirius." James punned, laughing.

Sirius laughed, "That's getting so old, Prongsie."

"Yet, it's still funny."

"True."

"Lily. Hello! Earth to Lily,"

"Sorry, was I doing it again?"

"Yes, you were. You really should get some help for that. Can you pass the peas?" My best mate, Alice, asked. We were sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating our dinner.

"No, I'm fine... just caught up in thoughts." I said, as I passed her the bowl.

"What thoughts would these be?"

"Errr, ones I get caught up in?" I tried to avoid what I was thinking about, but Alice can always get it out of me.

"Lily," she was stern. "Tell me. And could you hand me the plate of chicken?"

"Potter got the internship." I gripped my fork until my knuckles turned white, ignoring her request for the chicken. I was a vegetarian, and very stubborn about touching anything meat. That included the plate for the chicken.

"Fine, I'll get it my self," Alice reached across Lily for the plate of chicken. She sighed, addressing my situation again, "So? You're smarter than him Lils. This wont hurt your chances."

"But he still got it... and I didn't."

"Don't be such a stickler. Other people had the chance of getting the internship too, and one of them did."

"Fine, but why did it have to be Potter?" I stuffed a bite of spaghetti into my mouth, chewing violently.

"He got lucky."

"That wont be all he's getting."

Alice raised her eyebrow quizzically, "What else is he getting?" she asked nervously.

"Don't worry. Just verbal abuse this time," I assured her.

"What about next time?" she had every right to be concerned. Once I got going on somebody, there was little stopping me. If Potter really pissed me off, he wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

"Sorry, no promises about next time."

"Go easy on him, Lils. He's head over heels for you. He's delicate," she tried to persuade me that Potter: 1)Did not find it his goal in life to make my existence a living hell, and 2)Actually was in love with me.

"No, he really doesn't. He's only in it for the chase." I told her. Potter has asked me out a grand total of 853 times. And counting.

He's been rejected 853 times, and counting, because as I said before, the guy is pretty damn persistent.

"Whatever you say... pass the gravy?" Alice refused to believe my claims of not being under Potter's 'spell' as she likes to say.

I passed the gravy all over her lap.

"Thanks." she said, her voice stale.

"No problem." I replied, smiling sweetly.

This story is based off of my life... with minor tweaks here and there.
It's from the heart, so I hope you guys like it. I'm happy with all reviews, so if you think of something, please, let me know.

Thanks (:
Erin.