A/N- This is my first story. Even though it's a one shot I would appreciate if you would R&R please. -waves- I know it's short, but hey, one-shots are supposed to be short.

DISCLAIMER: Hah. If I owned this HP, I so would be able to get a better pencil sharpener.

I was thinking.

Well. It's not unnatural for me to think, I mean, I did get perfect scores on my OWLs and, not to mention, the position of Head Girl.

But I wasn't thinking about that. No, I was thinking about something worse than I could possibly imagine.

James Arrogant Little Twit Potter.

No, that's not really his middle name. But I wish it were. Then I could make fun of him. Oh, joy!

Yes, well, I'm off subject again.

So I was thinking about him, the other day in the common room. How could I not think about him? He's on my mind constantly, whether I like it or not. Good thoughts or bad. Mostly bad. But lately, some good ones have been seeping through my mind and drowning the bad ones away.

Horrible, but true.

I hate to confess, but is he really all that bad? I mean, he's not so hardcore annoying and idiotic as he used to be these past six years.

He doesn't hex people just for the fun of it anymore. He doesn't snog every single girl in Hogwarts anymore. Or at least I think not. And I haven't even seen him have a girlfriend lately. Actually, not at all.

It really does tire me to name out his good points. But—

He doesn't ask me out constantly. He doesn't make fun of anyone anymore just for the heck of it. I think he's matured.

He still has his bad points though. We mustn't forget that.

Every—mind you, every—time I see him he runs his bloody hand through his bloody hair and gives me that little cocky, know-it-all smirk. That still makes me want to beat the pulp out of him.

And he always treats the other girls—like—no one. I mean, he doesn't make fun of them or anything, but he still ignores them and speaks rather placidly to them. I suppose all that energy that's not being wasted talking to them is going all directly to me.

Sigh.

I wish I knew what was wrong with him. I mean, he can't really like me. He just hounds after me because I'm a challenge. Because I refuse to go out with him. Once he snogs me, he'll just throw me away like all the other girls.

Will he?

I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Whenever I look into his eyes, there's this depth of something I can't quite measure out. He always treats meLily Evans—like an equal.

Which makes me feel rather special, to tell you the truth.

I don't know what I'd do if he went away. Part of me is him stalking after me. I'd feel empty without him.

Maybe I should give him a chance. To be friends. And we'll take it from there. I've always wanted to know more about him, much as I used to deny that fact, I always used to say I hated him, but did I? I never knew myself.

Maybe I should give him a chance.