Infatuation was obviously a bad thing, and Lily knew it. Good thing though that she was excellent at hiding it. Despite all her previous arguments and thoughts about James Potter, she always was drawn to him.
Lily sat in the heads common room, finishing up her Potions essay. The fire was low, the laughter sparse as time ticked on, and the four boys who everybody knew sat in the corner, discussing something Lily pretended not to care about. Lily sat alone, with books strewn around her, a regular bookworm. Great Expectations sat right next to Hogwarts, A History and her neat cursive filled most of the parchment around her.
Lily's eyes flicked to James, to his hair, tousled as usual, to his position, lazily strewn on a couch, and to him, absolutely perfect. It wasn't like she had actually chosen to like him. In fact, his pranks and general attitude should have turned her off; yet, the way he was first in each of his classes without working one bit, and his nonchalant atttitude drew her in. She figured it was the cliche, "bad boy" attraction. He kept to himself and his friends, and though plenty of girls fawned over him, he didn't overindulge himself.
She sighed, packing her things in her bag, ready to trudge up to her room and sleep. Her eyes met his.
"Bed?" he inquired.
"Yeah"
His eyes, dark and brooding, went back to his friends, without expressing another interest in her.
She laid in bed that night, as every night, thinking about what could be and what should be. If she had enough guts, maybe she could flirt with him the way the other girls do, but she kept to herself, afraid, and knowing that if she didn't do anything, nothing would ever happen.