Lily Evans, Head Girl of Hogwarts, looked over at James Potter. Git. She thought Her Co-Head had just asked her out yet again, in front of the entire school no less, and he could just sit there doing his homework now! Not that she cared. It simply proved her right. She'd gotten over him in second year. Then, unfortunately, he started to ask her out in third.

James, head bowed over his finished Transfiguration essay, knew that his plan wasn't working. Remus, the smartest Marauder, had suggested ignoring her, but it didn't work! Merlin knew how Diggory had gotten Lily to go on a date with him. But then again, he ended up in the hospital wing overnight. He thought viciously. Returning to his troubles, he reluctantly decided to move on to Plan Q—quit on Evans, just be his normal self, and ask her out less often. Basically, no plans at all; stop trying to get her to like him.

"Alright, then, everybody, party's on the day before last, then? Have all of your ideas ready in a month. Don't forget, it's Heads' patrol this week!" Lily finished. "Anything to add, Potter?"

"Nope."

"Kay, you can go then, people." She waited before they had all left the Heads common room before muttering, "Another Prefect's meeting drawn to close, only, what, 40, more to go."

James stood up and stretched, then headed out the door in front of her for rounds. "Remind me why I accepted this job again?" He complained.

"Probably 'cause you thought I would be your partner."

"Ouch, Evans, that hurt." He clutched his side and pretended to stagger against the wall. I'm doing well. James thought proudly.

Lily noticed sounds coming out of a broom cupboard. "Potter?" She called softly, indicating the cupboard and curling a hand around her ear. He nodded and flung it open to reveal Alice Smiter and Frank Longbottom, deeply involved in a snogging session.

"Five points from Gryffindor each, now off to your beds." She instructed briskly as they tumbled out. "Better hurry."

"Nice, Evans." Came James' voice.

"Tell me, Potter, why have you resumed your pranking, disruption, and general addition to chaos?"

James groaned. Why couldn't she just talk normally? "Why are you interested, my friend? Want to gossip about McGonagall's singing?"

"No, Potter, nor do I want to go out with you. Why don't you just get over yourself and stop trying so hard to be an annoying git?" Lily demanded harshly. Suddenly he grabbed her and swung her into an empty classroom.

"What is wrong with you, Evans? I leave you alone, you come after me like a bat out of hell. I try to be friends, you get angry. I acted like a bloody prude and you still yelled at me! Merlin, woman, what does it take to get you to just be nice to a bloke!" She looked at him from where he had backed her against the wall, about to speak. "I'm not asking you to be friends or anything, Lilyflower, but why can't you just treat me like anyone else?"

"James…"

Suddenly he realized the position they were in; her, pressed against the wall, with him inches away from her. His hands gripped her arms, which hung limply at her sides. Tears filled her emerald eyes.

"Merlin, Lily, I'm sorry." He whispered, easing his hold on her. Suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. His lips descended on her quivering ones, and, to his surprise, he wasn't hexed or shoved away.

Lily looked at him in amazement as he apologized. Then his lips were on hers, and she stood absolutely still. Her resolve melted and she responded to his kiss as she realized in that abandoned classroom that she loved James Potter.