Lily/James Fan Fiction
September 1st, 2011. Platform 9 ¾
Lily's POV
I looked around King's Cross Station. I breathed a sigh of relief. There was no sign on him. James Potter, that is. Ugh. I wrinkled my nose just thinking about him. Now there's a guy I wanted to punch in the face and tell him to shove off. I reached out for my cart and broke into a run. I ran right through the column and whisked away, just as planned. But nooo, I just had to run into a certain somebody.
"Hey, Evans! Just the person I was looking for." James shouted.
"If you don't mind, Potter, I was actually trying to get a seat with my friends for once!"
"Do you just mind one question, Evans?" He pleaded.
"Potter, my answer is no." I said, trying to get past.
"C'mon, Evans, you know you want to." He said, flashing a dazzling smile and sweeping his hand through his jet-black hair- wait. Lily, stop. Right now. He isn't cute; he's an annoying, arrogant, git. There we go. Talk some sense into yourself!
"NO!" I shouted. Everyone turned their heads. I felt my face turn red.
"Eh Heh…Heh…Continue with your normal activities, people!" I said, embarrassed.
"See what you made me do, Potter?" I hissed through my teeth and elbowed him in the gut.
He buckled over, seething. "I love you, Evans!" He shouted after me.
"Whatever, Potter." God, he was charming. No, he was arrogant.
What was this feeling that I felt whenever I spoke to him? You don't like him, Lily, and you know that. But why did I get butterflies in my stomach whenever he smiled? Why did my heart melt whenever he asked me out? I brushed the feeling aside. I boarded the train and joined my friends, Marlene, Emmeline, and Dorcas.
"Hey, guys." I said a little harshly.
"What bites?" Marlene asked casually, fixing her curly, honey-blonde hair. How I envied her hair to my fiery, red frizzy hair. I fingered it consciously.
"Ran into Potter." I said through gritted teeth.
"Ask you out again?" Dorcas asked, her brown eyes shining.
"You got it." I said.
"Anything from the trolley?" The trolley lady asked.
"Umm, yeah. I'll take 6 Sugar Quills." I said. We all ordered, and the lady left. We sat in silence for a minute scarfing down our candy. I felt so upset for saying all those things about James. (A/N: Thanks to my friend Katie Bell for the idea.)
Then, James appeared. Again.
"What do you want, Potter?" I asked, spitting fire.
"Umm, well…we have to go. The meeting's started.
"What meeting?" I asked.
"You know…the prefect meeting. They're getting kind of anxious." He said, like it was obvious.
"Why are you taking me? I can find my way perfectly fine." I said.
"Uhm, I'm Head Boy. Didn't you know?" He asked.
I froze in my seat. James. Potter. Was. Head. Boy. I was screwed.