Bloody Hell

A/N: Alrighty, another fanfic! This one is sort of a different style than I usually write so bear with my experimentation. Of course, all credit for the fabulous characters and setting goes out to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoy! Even if you don't a review would be great. Help me refine my craft! :D

Lily Evans

For James Potter, it's all about the chase. I can see it in his eyes, when he looks at me. I can see the desire to conquer me, the lust for dominance. It's absolutely sickening. People are always asking me why I don't spring for him, because he's James Potter and he wants me. I'll tell you why I don't "spring for him." James Potter is an arrogant little bitch who can shove his precious broomstick up his arse. That's why.

Sure, I can admit he's… rather attractive. His messy dark hair, hazel eyes hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses, and his inherent self-importance all help to create a sort of rakish, dangerous image. His Quidditch-toned body doesn't hurt either. The trouble with James Potter isn't with his looks. It's with his mind. You see, James Potter is clearly a psychopath. He exhibits all the classic signs. The sense of superiority, the superficial charm, the pathological lying, the impulsivity and irresponsibility, the need for stimulation, the lack of any sort of remorse. Fuck, he even has a certain affinity for setting things on fire. The conclusion is unavoidable. James Potter is a fucking psychopath.

So that's fantastic. The only boy who is even vaguely interested in me lacks even a shred of humanity. Of course. And doesn't even like me for my personality, my intelligence, or even my good looks! He only wants me because I don't want him. That's how twisted James Potter is. Not even talking about his bizarre attempts to get my attention. His idea of romantic? Stealing my underpants and charming them to float in the Great Hall along with the candles. Setting my Transfiguration essay on fire. Ruining my friendship with Sev. What a charmer.

Look, I am absolutely positive I despise James Potter. I can barely even put into words how much he bothers me. I know he only wants me because I'm the only girl at Hogwarts who has even tried to resist his… charms. But why am I writing this like I am trying to convince myself how much I hate him? Really, he can't be all bad… He's really funny, and he's very smart. He always has something to say, too. He is certainly not lacking in personality. And his looks… Merlin, he's attractive. When we make eye contact, I get this odd flippy feeling somewhere in my gut and it isn't altogether unpleasant…

Fuck, Lily, snap out of it! No! There will be no more thoughts about James Potter! Oh god, why is he staring at me like that? Quick, look away, look away! Merlin. James fucking Potter is getting to me. Lily, you have to remember the panty incident of fourth year! What is wrong with you, pull yourself together! Take a few deep breaths… There. Calm. No more James Potter to think about. Wait, he's staring again! Hell, why is that flippy feeling back? What is this? Bloody hell…


A/N: Okay, I think I like where this is headed. I had something different in mind when I stared, but this is okay. James's thoughts are in the next chapter! Reviews would be great! :D