Lily Evans
She raided my dreams; she took over my thoughts and feelings. My hormones went on overdrive whenever I was around her. I didn't know what was happening to me. I wasn't even sure when all this had started. It just sort of happened.
One minute I was tugging on her long red hair, the next minute I was watching her walk away, my cheek sore, throbbing –and, I was pretty sure- bright red. But that moment I didn't care that Lily Evans had just pulled one on me, James Potter! Or that the whole common room had seen and was basically laughing at me.
With just a flash of those emerald-green eyes, so bright in the dim common room and a whip of her crimson hair I was in shock. I could still feel her soft hair in my fingers and the startling smell of her perfume which smelled like strawberries around me. That was the moment I realized I had a crush on Lily Evans, the school prefect. I thought it was only a simple and small crush. I figured that a quick jump in the green lake would clear my thoughts…and my feelings.
A little while later I was back in my dorm, drenched and dripping I sat on my bed and thought. I thought and I pondered all night. Still in my wet clothes and my homework not done, I thought to my self. I guess jumping it no a lake didn't work anymore, maybe it never did, because Lily Evans was still etched into my head. And she was never coming out.
I didn't have a clue what to do. I mean, hell, I liked Lily Evans! The one girl I knew I would never get no matter how I tried. The one girl I hadn't even bothered asking out just for fun. The one girl who inflicted me with pain on a daily basis. The one who had a rather large stick up her ass. Perfect, prefect Lily Evans, and I was in love with her.
After that it was pretty much downhill with the whole 'forgetting Lily' and 'getting over this stupid crush' act. Getting over her was too hard. It didn't work, wouldn't work and I would forever be this miserable and lonely man. I would be forever with heartache. I would never get to tough her silky hair again or smell her sweet perfume on an up-close basis without getting kicked in tender areas or slapped silly.
Telling Lily Evans how I felt about her didn't help either, on the contrary it just made matters worse. Asking her out continually just enforced the abuse she gave me.
But for some insane reason I never gave up on her. Well, I never succeeded in getting her out of my head. Maybe because giving up wasn't 'the James Potter way.' Or Lily Evans just had that sort of affect on me. But for another insane reason I vowed that I would always chase her. I could wait, I would wait. Besides, I was good at waiting. I was good at chasing, and so was Lily Evans.