Because she's (I'm) just his weird, dorky, Harry Potter obsessed neighbor.
What would he ever see in her?
She was the type of person who stayed up till 3:13, reading and drawing and writing.
She was the type of person who loved 98 degree weather, she would grab a book, crawl into the hammock, and lie in the sun for hours. She never burned or tanned, the only mark the sun left on her were the ever darkening freckles that graced her cheeks, shoulders, and legs.
Her skin would never golden delicately like Victorie's.
What would he ever see in her?
He was the type of person who went outside in Muggle shorts in 20 degree weather.
He was the type of person who stayed up till 3:16 practicing quiditch.
He was the type of person who drove Lily mad. He was also Teddy. And as Teddy, he drove Lily mad in more than one way.
He was the type of person who could make her cry for 4 weeks strait, turn up on her front porch, and make her forget she'd ever shed a tear.
And she hated him. She told everyone she hated him.
She'd always be the Flaming redhead, the one with bright green eyes, who was never quite like anybody else. She had always loved being different, being unusual. It had given her great pleasure to walk through the halls of Hogwarts with leopard print tights under her wizard robes. But now she found herself wishing to be like everybody else. Or maybe, she just wanted to be like Victorie.
Yes, it made since. If she was more like Victorie, then maybe, just maybe, he would love her back. Maybe if she wasn't Lily anymore, if she wasn't his Lily anymore, he would see her as more than his young friend.
Maybe he would see her as beautiful, instead of pretty. She knew deep down that if he looked at her, really looked at her, he would see her as Lily. He would see her as Lily and maybe he would like it.