AN: Ok this is my first on-going story. I have a basic idea of where I want to go, but I need you guys to review so you can give me ideas. Also, I don't mind criticism, just don't tell me "it's bad" but not give me any feedback. Thanks a bunch. I would give you cookies if I knew how to get them through the computer. Anyway, I don't own anything that is recognizable obviously. Ok, enjoy! :)

"Shit."

No one was supposed to find out, but some how Marlene and Mary had figured it out. She wasn't supposed to have these feelings, she was above them. She didn't need someone to take care of her, contrary to her friends' beliefs. Mary flirts shamelessly with guys and Marlene is her comrade in arms. Mary's whole life plan was to marry a rich wizard and be a perfect wife (She had told McGonagall this during their career meetings. Needless to say there aren't many course that you need a NEWT in to be a trophy wife).

But this wasn't her. Lily Evans was the new Head Girl, top of her class with plans to become a Healer. A guy was not in her future plan. Especially one that distracted her and made her go crazy on a regular basis. Especially not James bloody Potter!

It wasn't as if Lily had never fancied a guy before. She had fancied a number of guys and had dated almost as many. She had broken off her latest relationship with Amos Diggory when he graduated, claiming that she wanted him to experience his first year away from Hogwarts as a free, single man, not one who had to commit to a student.

In truth, she was sick of his badgering about stepping up their relationship. They had been sleeping together! What other steps were to be taken in a Hogwarts relationship? And she didn't want to move into his flat immediately after graduation. She had her own plans and unfortunately Amos didn't fit into them.

And neither did James bloody Potter, for that matter. If he was still the arrogant toe-rag of his youth, it would be one thing, but James bloody Potter was Head Boy opposite Lily. Consequently, this meant they shared a Head's common room and had their own dorms off of it. This didn't help the whole fancying thing, especially when he walked through the common room with only sweatpants on after the initial Quidditch practice of the year.

Lily remembered that night vividly. James had walked into the common room, broom tucked under his arm, sweat clothes on, and his face buried in copious notes on the tryout. His face was scrunched as he tried to decipher his own script. His skin shined with a thin layer of sweat and was flushed after the exertion. Lily had been sitting by the fire in one of the plush arm chairs finishing her Charms homework. She had greeted him, but he was so engrossed in the notes that he missed her. He had trudged up the stairs to his dorm, dropping his Quidditch gear on every step.

Lily had shaken her head and returned to her Charms. She heard the shower start upstairs and knew he must have put the notes down at some point. She had completed the entire assignment when the water turned off. She was packing all of her supplies when James starting trudging down the stairs.

He was in a pair of thin grey sweatpants. His hair was almost flat due to the water. He ran his hand through his hair, causing it to shower the floor. His eyes had been closed during the entire trip and he seemed to have been nursing a head ache. Lily couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy. He walked slowly across the floor to his desk where he sat still. He put his face in his hands and leaned on the desk. He let out a long sigh and shook his head.

Lily had finished packing and walked up to him slowly. She asked, "Hey are you alright, James?" At that, James' head shot up and he let out a low exclamation.

Both Lily and James had began to blush. Lily could see his blush reach down to his chest. He quickly came back to his senses and apologized for his out burst. "I didn't realize you were sitting there..." his hand leapt back to his hair pulled through spraying some water on Lily's scarlet face.

"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that," she said, slowly backing towards the chair she had vacated.

James gave her an odd look then peered over her shoulder to his stair case. He groaned at the mess he had left behind earlier. He stood and stretched, his muscles rippling across his back. His pants sat precariously low on his hips as he walked towards the stairs and bent down to grab his shin guards.

His arms were muscular and defined. He wasn't bulky by any means, but he certainly was fit. Quidditch had done him good. His chest was filled out and his abs could wash clothing.

Oh God! What was she thinking? This was James bloody Potter who had been the bane of her existence since they first conversed on the train first year. Lily couldn't think thoughts like this. She had quickly grabbed her things and went for her own stairs when she heard, "Goodnight, Lily." She turned quickly, heart racing, and bid him her own good night before wrenching the door open and scuffling in side.

That had been the first time Lily had ever really looked at James Potter. Of course she had known he was good looking and people had talked about his fitness, but she had never really observed him. He was strong, yet moved with grace and control. His eyes, which were hazel streaked with green and gold, flashed with excitement and life. When he concentrated, his brows came together in a bunch and his lips protruded out into a duck face. Not a full on teenage girl with the peace sign, but as if he had been about to say something when he suddenly forgot. Okay, obviously she had been thinking about this way too hard, but she couldn't help it. He was different. He genuinely smiled at first-years rather than hexing them, he had limited the number of pranks he and his friends did, and he had stopped badgering her with date invitations.

In fact, this was probably the most unsettling thing. James had not asked her out once this year. After one week of silence on the matter, Lily had taken to striking up a conversation with James just to get him to talk to her. They would have pleasant conversations over meals, during break times, or after weekly prefect meetings. They talked about school, friends, home life, Quidditch, books, music, food, and anything that came to mind. And it wasn't awkward either. Lily had found herself sitting at a table in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by Marauders and felt completely comfortable.

She had known Remus already because they had shared prefect responsibilities, but she hadn't had much to do with the other three. Sirius Black was the hunk with the great hair, piercing eyes, and heart-melting smolder. He was the heart-throb, lady-killer of Hogwarts. It wasn't that he treated girls bad, he just was up for a relationship. Peter Pettigrew was the complete opposite. He wasn't bad looking; he was blond, pale, and his face was pointed, but not grotesque. Contrary to Black's womanizer persona, Peter was gay-best friend without being gay. That boy was the mayor of the friend-zone, but he seemed fine with being the shoulder to cry on.

James Potter was the big mystery however. For years she had only seen him as conceited, arrogant, and self-righteous. He had been cocky, snarky, and an all around punk, not to mention a toe-rag. But after talking with him and working with him, her whole image had changed. He was a full on Momma's boy, but not entirely spoiled. When someone talked to him, he gave them his full attention and made them think what they were saying was the most important thing in the world. He was encouraging to the new prefects. And even though he had as much experience as them, he was supportive. James was also fiercely loyal. Even when he knew his friends had screwed up, he was there to help them fix it. And not just the Marauders. When Marlene had fallen asleep while writing her Transfiguration paper, James had skipped breakfast to help her finish before class. He was also incredibly responsible. He was top boy in their class, managed the Quidditch team, picked up Head Boy duties, and still managed to fit in a game of chess with his friends.

He was honestly the ideal guy without really trying. That only infuriated her more. He was Potter, not this nice guy that she would consider a "friend". If she didn't already have a head ache she would have hit her head against the table. Of course, she couldn't do that anyway. If she would have she would have to explain to James while she was hitting her head on the table while doing potions homework.

Yeah, definitely too hard to explain.

James groaned loudly. "Lily, can you help me with this? I know we learned about antidotes last year, but it's still a little hazy."

Lily looked up to find James tearing through the pages of their potions textbook. His one hand was flipping pages while the other stayed in his hair, twisting strands between his fingers. His quill was tucked behind his ear and there was ink spots on his defined jaw line. Oh goodness, Lily. Not now. He asked you to help. Right. Potions.

"Sure, James. What was your question?"

AN: So? How'd I do? Please review so I can start implementing your ideas into the story. Thanks a bunch! Love you all! :)