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Summary: 6th year of Hogwarts, will James finally get Lily to go out with him (well, we all know eventually he does, but it's still interesting to see how he does it)? From Lily's POV in diary form. R&R!

A/N: The more fan-fic I read about James and Lily, the more I think that they are the cutest couple ever. Wurd. Reviews and suggestions are welcome.

What Do We Do Now?

Chapter One

Right. I've decided to keep this journal, so when I am old and married I will have something to read about with my husband. We will laugh together at how pathetic Potter is. Right.

Day 1:

I don't know how he does it. How it is humanely possible to embarrass one person so much. I was walking into the Great Hall this morning, and what do I hear?

"Oi! Evans!"

Shouted so loudly that I'm positive every head in the hall at that moment turned towards me. Of course, I pretended not to hear, and ducked my head. Being a redhead, however, does not make it easier to go incognito. Potter, the prat that he is, caught up with me and started going on about the big match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. And how, being the Captain this year, he's got a big responsibility to Gryffindor and to everything holy that Slytherin must lose.

Is it possible for someone to be so conceited? Is it possible for someone to only have two things on their minds (that being girls and quidditch)?

I told him that I had to go the bathroom, and instead of taking the hint like any sane person would, he says, "Oh, I'll stand watch," I don't need you to stand watch Potter! I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself. I think I stayed there for about ten minutes before Potter started yelling from outside the bathroom.

"EVANS! What's taking so long? Is it constipation?"

I swear that even inside the bathroom I could hear the giggles. At that point, I was unable to take any longer, and I was getting quite hungry, so I stomped outside. Potter smiled at me with that cocky grin of his, and with that, I lost it.

"Potter! Can you take a hint! Do I have to spell it out for you? I DON'T LIKE YOU! I just want to go into the bathroom in peace and I want to eat breakfast in peace. Do you understand that? Or is your head just so bloated with thoughts of quidditch that you can't understand such a simple concept?"

Potter, of course, always has to have the last word.

"Why, Evans, I'm shocked! I thought that you enjoyed my company?"

"I enjoy flobberworms' company more than your company!"

And without letting him get the last word in, I stormed off. I mean, really, what would you have done?

--

So after breakfast, I thought that I'd gotten rid of him, because he had wandered off looking quite dejected. Which I felt a bit bad about, but then I remembered what he and Sirius had done to me over the years, including some embarrassing things with my knickers.

I didn't feel so guilty anymore.

So, I headed up to the Charms classroom and Professor Flitwick had a very interesting lesson today with conjuring things like water and fire. Anyway, after class, right as I'm walking out the door, I see the same disheveled black hair and gangly figure that I've seen just about everywhere. I told Hestia to go in front of me and distract James while I ran out of there. Luckily, he didn't see me, but caught up with me later in the hallway.

"Evans, I know that you're not a morning person and I'm willing to forgive you for what you said to me this morning."

My mouth dropped. I mean, who does he think he is? Him forgive me?

"You know Potter, I think you're about the most despicable, arrogant person that I've ever met."

"But I know that you're willing to look past all that and discover the true me."

"An even more arrogant prat? Just sod off and get to whatever class you're going to."

"You forget we both have potions. The class of love."

I ignored him and kept walking. I don't even know why I waste my breath talking to him.

My partner for Potions is Remus Lupin, who is one of Potter's close friends, part of his motley crew. But, surprisingly, he's not anything like them. Remus is a prefect. He's quite nice actually. In class, Professor Slughorn had us brew a 'Draught of Living Death' potion, which would have turned out quite nicely, if Potter hadn't been throwing pieces of parchment at the back of my head. One flew into the fire underneath the cauldron, which made my robes catch fire. Luckily, Remus was there and put the fire out. But Potter just had to go and turn the situation to his advantage.

"Hey Evans, do you want my robes?"

"No."

Remus, being the gentleman, that he is, put his robes around my shoulders, and told me that it was okay, seeing as I had a class next hour and he didn't. James glared at him. Pathetic.

--

The rest of the day was fine, Potter didn't attempt to engage me in conversation, which I am thankful for. Dinner was a bit strange because I could hear Potter, Sirius, and Remus arguing, with Peter butting in during mouthfuls of food. I will not lie and say that I was not curious as to what they were arguing about, but I wasn't about to let them catch me listening in on their conversation. But Alice started talking to me about the Charms homework that we were assigned and I stopped.

It's getting a bit late now, and my hand is tiring. Before I turn in however, I have one observation to note: Potter has a diary.