James Potter was an arrogant bastard.
He had reason to be; rich, handsome and intelligent, surrounded by friends and protected from enemies by his ever- growing 'fanbase' of students within Hogwarts, he had it all.
Well, most of it.
Lily Evans had, in his smug, hazel eyes, morphed from 'The Annoying Ginger On The Train' to 'The Girl who Hit Me' to 'The Girl Who Laughed When I Fell Over' to 'The Girl Who Didn't Come To My Party' to 'The Only Person Who Ever Walked Away From Me'.
His interest in her was fuelled only by his ego. He desperately wanted reassurances that he was and always would be liked by everybody. And if not liked, then at least hated- hatred was, to James Potter, an emotion that demanded attention (attention payed to him, at least). But ignored? Ignorance was out of the question.
So he made it his goal to either flatter this pest of a redhead in to adoring him or annoy her in to despising him.
He had no idea that in his mission to do this, she would annoy him in to adoring her.
