My take on how Lily Evans and James Potter got together!

Of course, everything is Rowling's, and without her I would not be writing this story.

Enjoy! :D

Lily Evans put down her quill and looked up, completely forgetting her Transfiguration Essay. Standing up, she tucked in her chair and wondered over to her bedroom window, resting her arms on the sill. She didn't know what made her do this, but she'd always been aware of the abnormal; and something suddenly didn't feel like it should on that clear summer afternoon.

Feeling the way she felt, it didn't come as a surprise to her when a handsome looking black owl swooped over the terrace houses facing her bedroom and came to a halt on the other side of the window. Lily opened the window quickly and the owl stepped over the plastic ridge grandly, somehow managing to look even more superior than it did in the sky. It's piercing amber eyes stared at Lily for about a minute before it stuck its leg impatiently.

Lily, coming back to life, untied the roll of parchment from the owl's skinny leg and opened it up. There was no doubt about who the letter had come from, with an owl like that it could only come from one person. Sighing, Lily looked at the scribbled signature at the bottom and her suspicions were confirmed.

Lily flower,

I hear you made head girl? I knew you'd get it!

I wonder if you'll approve of this year's head boy. The one you'll have to share a dorm with all year round?

Let's just say you should be getting a pleasant surprise.

Send a message back with Leonardo will you sweetheart? He's impressive don't you think?

Yours forever,

James.

Lily forced herself to breathe, her hands were shaking and her head was spinning slightly. She stomped over to her desk where she slammed down the letter, turning it over while she did so. On the back of the, in Lily's opinion, irritating letter, she began to write...

Potter,

As much as I dislike you, I have to admit, the bird is impressive.

What did you do to deserve that? Manage to get three different girls in one week?

I bet mummy was pleased.

Yes you heard correctly, and what do you mean by 'a pleasant surprise?'

Actually don't answer that, I don't want to waste any more ink sending stupid messages to you via your stupid bird.

Not yours, never will be,

Lily.

Lily gave a satisfied smile, before she rolled up the note and retied it to the black bird, before giving it a slight shove out of her window. Watching the bird fly over the horizon, Lily sighed. She was, more than anything, confused. James potter was an arrogant moron; and despite his good looks and ability to play Quidditch, what did he really have going for him? 'Nothing' was the answer that sprung to Lily's mind. He confessed his love to her on a daily basis, asked her out at least twice a day and went through girls like hot meals. Although, Lily realised suddenly, she hadn't seen him with a girlfriend for at least three months. This must have been some sort of test surely? Or a dare from one of his other moronic pals. No, she took that back, she liked Remus. Besides the people with whom he kept company, and the fact that every month he turned into a werewolf (something Lily had figured out in third year, and not told anybody besides him) Remus Lupin really was a very nice and thoughtful person. The sort of boy who would most definitely be made head boy.

These trails of thought lead her back to Potter's letter. If it wasn't Remus who had been made head boy, then who on earth was it? She shook her head, trying to clear it. No, it was probably Remus, and Potter was trying to mess up her thoughts, as usual.

Attempting to forget about the distraction James Potter's perfect owl had brought, Lily walked over to her desk where she sat down and tried to get her head round the essay she had to finish in two days.

Anybody reading the two letters that had just been sent via owl and did not know the two people involved would first of all think James Potter a very kind boy; and maybe desperate for some attention from his love interest. They would also think that Lily Evans was a cruel girl for not replying to James with such lovely words. Anybody reading the two letters that had just been sent via owl, and did know the two people involved however, would quite possibly raise their eyebrows. Not at the cruelty that had been passed between the two seventeen year olds, but at how forcefully polite Lily Evans has been in writing that reply.

It was common knowledge at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Lily Evans and James Potter did not get along very well. James Potter was, along with his best friend Sirius Black, the most rebellious student Hogwarts had ever seen. He very rarely did his homework, and the group he spent his time with were known to be rather fond of tricking people. They called themselves 'The Marauders'. Sirius black had a reputation for being Hogwarts' biggest whore. He went through more girls than his best friend, which some people may find hard to believe. Although he had never actually slept with a girl, James Potter had more than his fair share of the ladies. Girls found him incredibly attractive, with his dark hair that he messed up, and the wink he gave to girls who caught his eye. This wink, for the past year, had only been used on one particular red haired girl. The red haired girl, who found James Potter an arrogant jerk, was called Lily Evans. James would ask her out every day and always she would give him the same answer: 'No, now move out of the way if you know what's good for you!'

After this James would smirk and make some cocky remark before shifting slightly to one side to let her pass. This would be a regular morning, and nobody even batted an eyelid anymore. It had been going on for so long that even their best friends barely registered when they would each return back to their dormitories and rant about each other. Despite the fact they were both in Gryffindor, they slept in separate dormitories and Lily tried to stay away from James Potter as much as she could. Everyday she'd go through the same routine of rejecting him, threatening him, and then slagging him off to her best friends. Each day they would listen, knowing full well, as well as his friends did in fact, that during their seventh year, their headmaster Albus Dumbledore would make a decision that meant they would have to spend much, much more time together.

Of course, they both had no idea.