James Potter was arrogant. James Potter was a great Quidditch player. James Potter was one of the most popular boys in school, and a Gryffindor to boot. James Potter was as close to a ladies man as you could get without being Sirius Black. The only thing very few people realized about James Potter was that he loved Lily Evans. They knew he liked her, of course. They knew he was chasing her. But very few knew the love that was nestled inside his heart for Lily Evans.

He told her many, many times over. She never believed him. Perhaps she was too stubborn, but it only made him want her more. Her fiery red hair, and her pretty green eyes. A beautiful face for a passionate girl, one who might never be his. He asked her out every single day. Every day she would say no.

What James didn't understand was what Snape had, what Snape had that he so conspicuously lacked. Lily saw something in that greasy git that she didn't see in him. He tried to show her, embarrassed Snape in front of the whole school. Did it once a week, twice a week. Even every other day. If anything, it made her like Snape more. Completely frustrated, James didn't know what to do.

Lily didn't even give him the time of day, but with one glare, one word, she had him spellbound. Spellbound in the most literal way. James Potter loved Lily Evans, and that would never ever change.