I Want to Hold Your Hand.
Chapter 1. Prologue.
Hands.
Oh, I would kill to hold her hand. I can almost feel the pressure on my own while I'm sleeping or daydreaming. Her soft, warm, small, perfect hand.
I know it's about a 1% chance she will let me hold her hand. Right now… that is.
You see, Lily Evans, the love of my life, hates me. Despises me. Thinks of me as her own living hell. A conservation on a regular day would go by like this:
"Hey there Lily!"
"Potter." With a nod of her head.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"
"No."
"Aw, pretty please"
"Not with an immature prat like you. I would rather go out with… with Snape than you in a million years." She would retort, then stalk off with her friends.
Never would she see the pain and hurt on my face and heart. Not that she ever will.
But, thats the past. And it is seventh year now at Hogwarts Witch Craft and Wizardry.
Crazy Dumbledore was off his rocker this year, and named me Head Boy. And I'm 99.9% sure Lily is Head Girl.
My name is James Potter, 'Prongs', or Lily's nickname, 'Prat', and I'm going to tell you about this year. My year. Adventures with the Marauders and how I got Lily Evans to hold my hand.