Chapter 2
'It was their final year at Hogwarts – their seventh, and Lily decided that she should enjoy school more, hence becoming more interested in the Quidditch matches. Yes, that was the reason why she was more interested in Quidditch matches now. Yes. That was what Lily kept telling herself, but deep down she knew it wasn't the reason.'
As these thoughts were pounding in her head, her gaze drifted to the said person, the star chaser. Lily sighed inwardly. 'HE IS SO HOT.' He looked so care free with his hair wind-blown and his chocolate eyes full of his adrenalin. Lily sighed again. Boy, this is going to be a LONG year. Lily couldn't believe when the whistle signalled the end of the match. She looked at the score and noticed that Gryffindor had won…. AGAIN. There was a mixture of cheers and boos as the stands leaked and the students had started making their way down to the overjoyed Quidditch team. There, she spotted him again, laughing, his eyes full of sparkle, hugging his mates. Boy, did she wish she was the one, hugging him. GREAT. Lily thought, JUST GREAT. Now she would have to spend her precious time celebrating with HIM and the rest of Gryffindor celebrating into the wee hours of the morning.
After the group went to the common room, Lily spent her time lying on one of the couches chatting away with Alice. That is, until her boyfriend Frank, took her away.
"Damn," Lily muttered under her breath.
"Hey, Evans!" James announced cheerfully. Lily groaned. She was in HELL. God, he is killing her. He flopped down on the couch next to her. A whiff of his cologne made its way to Lily's nose. She groaned. 'God, he smelled so good.'
"What was that Evans?" James questioned.
"Wha-at? N-nothing." Lily stammered.
"Riiiiight." Come onnnn, telllll me." James whined like a three-year-old.
"I-I just don't feel well okay!" Lily replied, trying to sound as spiteful as possible, but on the inside, she was melting at his curiosity towards her. The WHOLE school knew that James was head over heels in love with Lily. EVERYONE. Except Lily that is….
"Do you want me to take you to the Hospital Wing? Wouldn't want to jeopardise your beauty." Lily blushed. "Was that a blush, I see? The famous Evans has just blushed at something I said!" James Exclaimed.
"What? Of course not. I was merely overcome with surprise that you would use such a large word. Jeopardise! WOW! Add that one to your 2-paged dictionary!"
"Very funny Lily, I know you love me!" 'OMG, OMG, HE CALLED ME LILY!'
"In your dreams Ja-Potter." Lily attempted to reply unemotional and spiteful yet it seemed to do the opposite. James' eyes widened.
"Evans, did you almost call me James?" He smirked.
"O-of course not, Potter. I-I have to go. Uhhh, BYE!" Lily ran up to the 7th Year Gryffindor dormitory tripping on the 2nd Step. A minute later reappeared, and groaned. James still stood staring at the spot where she left with his mouth still gaping open. "I um, forgot." Lily continued, after she remembered that she did in fact no longer reside in the dormitories but her own room, off the Head's common room. James' head snapped towards her.
"Uhhh, right, See ya Evans." Lily started sprinted towards the portrait hole. "Wait!" James exclaimed. Lily slowly turned, trying to contain her pumping heart. James ruffled his head. "Umm, Goodnight…..Lily." James replied with one of his cute, lopsided grins. Lily's heart melted. NO! Stop thinking about him. Lily turned suddenly and almost fell over. She ran out the hole and to the heads common room without replying. As soon as she found the comfort of her room, she slammed the door and rested her back on the closed door. She breathed heavily trying to contain the beating of her heart.
"God, how am I going to survive this torture," she muttered.