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Present Day: Seventh Year
First day of actual classes this year. I couldn't help, but have a huge smile on my face. My first day of class as a Head Girl. Yes. Me. Out of all the girls that could have possibly been chosen from the 7th year. It was me. Lily Evans.
After my long shower I couldn't help, but feel fresh and ready to conquer the day. I wrapped the towel close to my body. I exited the bathroom carelessly not noticing James who had just left his room looking prepared for the day.
"Looking good, angel," Potter said with a wink as a rolled my eyes. "I really like what you have done with your hair today."
"Yeah whatever," I said entering my room slamming the door behind me.
I guess I could have received a better Head Boy. I was stuck out of all the one and only James Potter. He always decides to annoy me with any free time he has. Every once in a while he will announce his undying love for me. God what a joke! He probably just wants to get in my pants like any ordinary boy does. Plus this boy has a maturity of a five year old. No. That rude... to the five year old. The five year old probably much more mature than Potter will ever be.
I changed quickly into my robes. I stood in front of the mirror about to brush my blonde.. wait blonde? What the heck! I gasped remembering James' comment about liking my hair.
I grabbed my wand casting a spell to change my hair back to normal, but absolutely nothing happened. Nothing. What did that THING do to my hair!
"I hate you, James Potter," I screamed out of anger realizing my hair wasn't going to change back until he decided to get off his lazy butt and help me.
"Yes, dear? You called?" he said with a smirk walking in.
"Change it back right now, Potter," I said angrily motioning to my once red hair.
"What I have no idea what you are talking about?" he said running his fingers through his hair and his hazel eyes widdening pretending to be innocent.
"Don't pretend to be all innocent with me! Just change my freaking hair back so I can be on my merry way. The less I have to deal with you the better my day will be," I snarled, but suddenly feeling guilty once I did it.
"That was kind of rude now I won't change it back. Love, I would change it back to that beautiful shade of red, but why would I do something for you. Honestly, babe, you could pull off any color," he said blowing me a kiss that instantly had my flushing a deep shade of red.
"What do you want me to do? Be nice about it? Yeah right!" I snorted my face still feeling hot. "You were the one who pulled the prank in the first place," I snapped back trying to recover from his innocent blow of a kiss.
"You know what? You being nice to me.. that would be fantastic," he said with a smirk written on his face, but looking into his hazel eyes was sincerity. He actually really wanted me to be nice to him.
How in the world does he expect me to just fall at his feet and give him an incredibly nice gesture after all the hell he has put me through with his constant pranks and cruel jokes of pretending to be in love with me. He has always been such a jerk to me. For someone who declares he has a thing for me, he has a weird way of showing it. An evil plan hit me suddenly. I successfully hid my smirk that wanted to crawl on my face.
Pay back time.
I stepped incredibly close to him that I could smell his natural scent. I couldn't help, but feel my heart start to race along with his. It was an uncontrollable feeling that my head was screaming for my heart to stop with this nonsense.
"He is a Potter after all," my brain screamed in protest.
His arms snaked around my waist pulling me even closer than physically possible. I looked into his hazel eyes that were clouded with content and surprise. I stood on my toes leaning close so that my head was resting on his chest and my lips were hovering by his ear.
"Lily. Please," he said pleading with such longing. Such need.
"James?" I whispered into his ear.
"Hmm," he said obviously in total bliss.
"Can you please CHANGE MY HAIR BACK!"
Potter stumbled backwards holding his ear. Once his hazel eyes met mine I knew I shouldn't have done that. His jaw was clenched and his mouth in a line. A witness that could have been observing could have confused his expression with anger, but by just looking into his eyes their was a pain that was impossible to hide.
"Wow. I will never understand you Lily Potter," he said shaking his head. "You always accuse me of being the horrible one. I just simply state how I feel about you, but you just choose to rub it in my face. No matter how much pain you put me in I keep on coming after you. I can't help it. I have tried to ignore my feelings, but they just won't stop. No matter how much you hate me. No matter how many insults you throw at me. I just keep on loving you more," he said with sigh.
I opened my mouth, but I realized I had nothing to say. This was the first time James Potter has left me speechless. Normally I always have a comeback for his pitaful little declarations, but this one hit me hard in the chest. Was he right? Was I being horrible to him as well? And I don't necessarily hate Potter.. hate? Never. We have a few fights here and there... Okay more than here and there. But that is just who I am. I have never been the one to be at the sidelines, but I always stepped to the plate and speak my mind. I always speak my mind with Potter even if it something he may not like. He makes me be... me?
"No you don't have to say anything," he said before I could gather my thoughts and reply. "I would have changed your hair back either way," he said taking out his wand and with the light swish of his wand my hair was back to its ordinary color.
"Then why did you do it in the first place?"
He gave me a sad smile and with the shake of his head he left the room.
"Lily you have to eat something," my best girl friend Adrain said motioning to my full plate of pancakes. "You have a long day today in front of you. This is the first day! You can't be slacking especially if you are in the front of the class and all. I heard that Potter isn't that far behind, too."
"I'm fine really.. I am just not hungry," I said keeping my emotions in check. Conceal. Don't feel.
"So it is Potter then?"
Normally what Potter would say doesn't really get to me. Or at least I least I try to tell myself it doesn't bother me. But what he said to me today especially bothered me. He thinks I hate him. Hate is a strong word. We don't necessarily see eye to eye. I may find him incredibly immature.. but hate? Never. I could never hate him. And I could be nice to him, if I really wanted to be. I could be nice if he was nice in return.
In fact, sometimes he would be cruel in a sense that he would always tell me he loves me. Love is such a strong word. How can he tell me something like that? He may just love being with me rather than being in love with me.
I am not anything special. I am so ordinary or possibly less than ordinary. Pale white skin. Dull green eyes. Crazy red hair. What does he even see in me? While Potter as much as it pains me to say so he isn't bad looking... Okay maybe I find him incredibly hot! Soft black hair. Perfect skin. Intriguing hazel eyes. I know what your thinking and it is not what you think. I don't have a thing for him. I simply find him attractive.
You know there is a HUGE difference between the two liking and thinking someone is attractive. Thinking someone is attractive you just appreciate what the person has got. Whether it is their hair, eyes, face... and now that I think about it Potter has got it all. I am simply appreciating that he is not horrible to look it. Liking someone is having that passion. It is having that certain spark and surrounds your whole body. It is liking them for their personality and who they truly are. I do not like James Potter. We simply don't have that spark. You have to have that racing of your heart that is impossible to stop no matter how hard you try. We don't have that connection. We don't have-
"Lily! Are you even listening to me?" Adrian said with a smirk awakening me from my deep thoughts about an annoying someone.
"Uh.. Yeah.. What did you just say?" I said with a sheepish smile.
"I was just asking if it was James that was bothering you, again," she said.
"... No," I said hesitating while she just gave me a doubtful look. "Errr.. Maybe. Well we just got in an argument today... well kind of an argument. I didn't fight back."
"You always get in arguments with him.. Wait did you say you didn't fight back? You always fight back. You don't normally stand what that idiot has to say."
"I don't know I just didn't know what to say back. I was just completely frozen," I said as we stood up from our table making our way to class. "I just think I actually really hurt him this time. He thinks I hate him. Hate.. is such a strong word. Don't you think?"
"I thought you always hated that kid," she said confusion written on her face.
"No. No, I don't really like him. He is a pain in my ass. I don't know I just think I need to go talk to him later," I said shaking my head.
"Be careful. Okay? I don't want anything to get to you like he has just done right now. Just don't tell Severus," she said frowning.
I grimced. The last person I want to upset is Severus. We already had a rocky relationship after I became head girl with the one and only Potter as my dorm mate. He absolutely hated Potter. Severus started to ignore me saying that I was falling into Potter's trap. Severus meant the world to me and I won't let Potter ruin our friendship, but I knew as much as it pains me to do so I need to apoligize to James Potter.
Wow. I never thought I would ever think that ever.
"Potter, wait! I need to talk you," I said quickly walking down the hallway once Potion ended.
He froze under my demanding tone like he was hypnotized. He whipped around just as I reached him and his hazel eyes widening while shaking his head in astonishment. He is normally the one trying to get my attention, while I am trying to pretend he doesn't exist.
"Look, Lily-"
"No I am the one that needs to talk to you," I said interrupting him quickly desperate to get my point across without embarrasing myself.
He gave me a curt nod to continue.
"Potter, I just wanted to say... I am sorry."
"About what?" he said bewildered.
"About earlier."
"You have nothing to be sorry about I deserved it after the way I have been treating you. I just wanted for.. nothing. Look I am just sorry about everything, okay?"
"What did you want?"
He face flushed a flattering shade of pink on his cheeks.
"I just wanted you to notice me," he whispered.
Those words I couldn't help, but feel warmth travel threw my body. It was impossible to stop, but it felt good.
"Oh," I said with a small smile that I couldn't hold back. I opened my mouth, but closed it when realizing I had no idea what to say.
"But it's okay I know that you hate me and-"
"I don't hate you," I said said speaking what my heart was truly feeling.
"Wait.. What did you say?" he said shock spreading to his features.
"I don't hate you?" I said in a smaller voice.
"Good," he said with a smile stepping closer to me. "I don't hate you either."
"Maybe we can just.. start over?" I said looking down at my feet
"I would like that," he said.
Once my eyes finally found the ground wasn't that interesting my eyes landed on his face glowing face. He looked like he just accomplished what he thought was impossible. Well maybe he did accomplish the impossible.
"I'm James," he said with a goofy smile holding out his hand.
"Lily Potter. Nice to meet you."
"Trust me the pleasure is all mine," he said with shining eyes.
