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Lily Evans hated a lot of things. She hated snakes. She hated her History of Magic teacher. But most of all, she hated James Potter.

He was always asking her out.

She had tried every method of rejection in existence. She'd tried to be gentle. She'd tried to reason with him. She'd tried to get his friends to reason with him. She had been brutal, insulting him and embarrassing him. She even started slapping him every time he asked. But to no avail. Lately she had just started slapping him every time he opened his mouth, just to save time.

And when he wasn't asking her out, he was trying other ways to woo her. When she was around he would always do all sorts of supposedly "sexy" things. He would ruffle his hair in that annoying way, shoot her sultry looks, and stare openly. Sometimes he would even whistle or catcall as she walked by.

But, unfortunately for her, the only effect any of these things had was to annoy the hell out of her. And one day it got to be too much.

Normally she tried to avoid him, but that day it just wasn't possible. He just happened to be loitering in the particular hallway she needed to be on the other end of.

"Damn," she muttered. She kept her head down to disguise her identity and tried to walk quickly.

But when your head looks like it's on fire, it's pretty damn hard to hide your identity.

"Hey, Evans, will you…"

Something in her suddenly popped, and she rounded on him. "Lily!" she hissed.

"What?"

"My name is Lily! And NO, I will NOT go out with you. Why can't you just get that through your thick skull and leave me ALONE!" Near tears by now, Lily stormed away.

Now, James Potter was not stupid. In fact, he was very smart. He could see that Lily wanted him to stop very much. He also knew that when people want things from you, it can be used to your advantage. Maybe he couldn't go out with her, but he might be able to get something else he wanted from her.

So, he ran after her.

"Ev- Lily! Hey, Lily!

"What!"

"Lily, what if I told you that I would stop asking you out, stop talking to you, stop everything, I'll even leave old Snivelus alone, if you would just give me one thing?"

Lily rolled her eyes. She had defended Severus Snape one time and now James was under the false impression that she cared about him. She knew she should leave now, but part of her was just too curious. He probably wanted her to sleep with him or something outrageous like that, but she still wanted to know.

"And what would that thing be?"

James knew better than to say it out loud, so instead he whispered it into her ear.

"A WHAT!" Lily sputtered.

"Please Lily. It wouldn't be that bad. Just a short one, I promise, and it won't go any further than that. And after that I'll leave you alone forever. I swear."

"So you won't ask me out anymore, but instead you want me to kiss you? That's the most moronic thing I've ever heard." But as she was walking away, James called after her.

"Just think about it, Lily, please," he said, so softly she could barely hear it.

And she did think about it. She told herself she wouldn't, of course, but she still did. She also suspected that James was being extra annoying to try and convince her. She had a sneaking suspicion he was following her, and he was even louder and more obnoxious than usual.

And even worse, every time he said or did something annoying, there was a little voice in the back of her head telling her she could end it all right then and there.

But just the idea of kissing James Potter, it was just repulsive.

'Why?' asked that aggravatingly truthful voice in her head. 'He isn't that bad looking.'

But he's just so… ugh

'He wouldn't be so "ugh" if you would just do this one thing. It might not even be that bad. I'll bet he's a really good kisser.'

No, no! Stop. I don't even want to think about that. Why am I even considering this?

As if on cue, James walked by and gave her a loud wolf whistle.

'I rest my case,' the little voice said smugly.

Fine! I'll do it! But I warn you; this is going against my better judgment.

'No, it's not. I am your better judgment."

Shut up.

Lily walked determinedly up to James, afraid that if she wasted any more time she would lose her nerve. From the set look on her face, James was sure she was going to hurt him. He tensed, prepared to run away if need be. But all he heard was.

"I'll do it."