So I wrote this for a Language Arts class assignment and thought I'd post it. Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's really badly written...

By the way! I don't own Harry Potter!

Lily Evans walked alone, now. There was no more Severus at her side. He was gone. After last spring when he called her a... a... a mudblood, she refused to talk, so much as walk with him. She was lonely. That she'd admit. But it wasn't worth the company to be with that dirty git Snape.

Dolores Umbridge would occasionally latch onto her for a day and tail her around, but that was a rare occasion. Anyway, it was rare when that dreadful seventh year would appear.

Of course there was also Quirinus Quirrel, who she tutored in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He'd sometimes talk to her as she walked to her next class. Then of course, she'd end up calling the third year Severus, and then she'd be too embarrassed to talk anymore.

And then the Marauders. She'd like to stab each and every one of those boys murderously, then when they're buried, she'd dig them up, clone them, then Avada Kedavra curse their clones.

Maybe that's a little extreme. However, the way James Potter incessantly stalked her, trying to get her to go out on a date with him. It was bad before, but now that she'd rid herself of Severus' friendship, he was like a parasite that you just couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard you tried. What annoyed her the most were his eyes. Those stupid, hazel eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and made her heart flutter... With what she hoped was rage.

Oh, bloody Merlin. Here comes one of his minions. Lily thought to herself as she saw Sirius Black approaching down the hall. She ducked her head and walked faster. But of course, Sirius Black hooked arms with her and forced her to come to a stop.

"Hello, Lily!" he said in an overly friendly tone that made Lily think he was going to do something very mean to her. Something that probably involved the words 'James Potter' and 'A date.'

With a sigh, the redhead said, "Hello Sirius. How's your morning going?"

Sirius smiled smugly, as if he'd been waiting for her to ask that. "Rather Valentinesy,"

"Um, Valentinesy? Is that even a word?" she said in a monotone, not really wanting to deal with any of Sirius right now.

The black haired boy's smile faltered and he glared off to the right, where the entrance to the Charms classroom stood. "Guys!" he whispered harshly, "'Valentinsey' is the cue!"

An 'OH!' sounded from the classroom, and Remus Lupin walked out of the doorway, wand pointed toward the ceiling. At first, Lily wasn't really sure why, but then she looked up. Levitating seven feet in the air was Peter Pettigrew, blonde hair curled to the sides, wearing a diaper and pink wings. In his arms was a pink and red, heart shaped box. Lily nearly peed herself in shock, because Peter in a diaper was not something she was ready to see at seven in the morning.

"Happy Valentines Day!" The three Marauders sang as Peter dropped the box into Sirius' hands. The boy had an impish grin on that made Lily afraid for her sanity if the box was opened.

"C'mon, Lily. Open it!" he nudged it toward her sneakily. Sighing heavily, Lily untied the sparkly red ribbon from the box and stuffed them in her back pocket. Then she took a deep breath and pulled the lid of the pink heart box off and held it up like a shield the moment she did so.

Of course, she should have expected it. It still startled her, though. James Potter popped out of the box, holding a bouquet of lilies in one hand, his wand in the other. He quickly wrote 'Be mine' in the air, before drawing a heart around it, fumblingly. "C'mon, Evans. Go out with me?"

His wide, hazel eyes looked hopeful, but something deep inside them looked seriously depressed and lost. That's when Lily realized how much it must hurt to be rejected by the one you love. She had liked Severus to the point of beginning to love him when he called her a mudblood. She'd lost everything. Felt like she'd never love again. James had to go through that every day.

Then something else hit her. She hated Potter, but that malice seemed to surface every time she felt happy around him. Was it trying to cover something up?

So in that moment, she pushed the hatred away. Everything that was saying how much she despised him. Everything that told her to get away from him. She ignored it all. And she felt love.

"O- okay," she said, before kissing him lightly on the lips and sighing. When she pulled away, James looked utterly paralyzed.

Then he leaped from the pink, heart shaped box, and ran down the hallway screaming, "I GOT LILY EVANS TO GO OUT WITH ME!"

And Lily didn't hate him for it.