James sat on his bed, playing with his wand when Pimki arrived. Pimki. Even worse than Drizzle. The only thing James could say to defend himself was that he named his owl when he was 5. Lily obviously have had a creative block at the age of eleven, when she got her owl.

Pimki flew straight towards him, landed on his bed and waited for James to get the letter. After James read it, he wasn't angry or disappointed, he thought that Lily would react this way, after all she had reacted like this for the past 6 years. But he did not quite believe her. He knew that she did not hate him. ... At least not THAT much.

What he knew, however, was that she would really like him, if she only would take the time to really try and look through his surface. He was not that arrogant and reckless like everyone thought. He could handle responsibility. He was head boy after all, though he could not deny that he was the first one to think that Dumbledore had gone mad, when the Hogwarts letters arrived during this summer. Sirius had laughed so hard, Mrs. Potter was on the edge to take him St. Mungo's, just in case. Peter and Remus had made fun of him as well, although James was under the impression that Remus indeed was a bit disappointed James had gotten the badge, not he himself. But that was James's smallest problem right now. He had to think about a way to get Lily to see past his „bad boy" image, to see the real James Potter. If he had to do it through words, so let it be. He shuffled through his ipod, looking for the right song to chose. After several minutes, he leapt out a victorious yell, being sure it was the perfect song. He called Drizzle, and instead of writing a letter just grabbed a piece of parchment. He wrapped it around his ipod after he had written the words „How about that one?".

After Drizzle flew of to Lily's dorm, James lay back on his bed, thinking about Lily. Lily. Lily Juliet Evans. Lily'y parents obviously had a crack for French names, but James would have loved Lily with every name. She was simply.. imperfect and thus perfect. He had imagined many times, how it would be to be her boyfriend. If he would get too reckless she would stop him, being very trustworthy and protective. If she would get her temper up, he would relax her, and calm her down. He simply knew that they would fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that bring out the best of the other one. Imagine a puzzle, where you have just a mess of little pieces that don't seem to fit together, and don't look like anything at all. If you tried however, to fit those pieces together, you would get something stunning, that just seems like it is meant to be together.

She hated him. She hated him, because she was actually WAITING for his response. Why in the name of Merlin's bloody underwear was SHE, Lily Evans, waiting for James-BLODDY-Potter's respond. She should not care. She should not think about his, his perfect, muscular body, his messy, crazy hair, his warm hazel eyes, his ... STOP it Lily, she thought. You can't act like that, you have declared his hatred for him for the past 6 years, you can't suddenly go up to him and tell him that you lo...

„DRIZZLE", she squeaked. Phey, she thought, squeaking was something for little girls, that admired pop stars, not something for her, being 16 years old and in her senior year. It was all because of HIM. But his owl had just flown into her dorm bringing his respond.

She jumped up from her bed, where she had been sitting, impatiently, and got the letter of Drizzles leg, so fast she actually hurt the owl. He let out a reproachful yelp, and bit the back of her hand, quite hard. „Oww, Drizzle, will you stop that. You just as bad behaved as your owner." Drizzle threw her a disgusted look, before flying out of the window.

Lily unrolled the piece of parchment even faster, and HIS ipod landed on her bed. His ipod, He had touched it, listened to it countless times. She was about to sniff at it to see if it smelled like him, when her brain possessed what she was about to do and screamed „STOP HER! SOMEONE STOP HER"

She threw the ipod onto her bed, blushing and feeling her cheeks getting hot, even though no one was there to see it.

She picked up the parchment that had fallen to the floor, and read it. What did he mean „How about that one?". Was he talking about a song? He must be, after a look at his ipod she saw, and one song had been playing for quite a time now, he had put it on repeat.

She sat down on her bed, leaning against the wall, plugged the in earphones, and shuffled back to the beginning, waiting for the song to start.

„ Beautiful girls all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted

They got nothin' on you baby

Nothin' on you baby

They might say hi and I might say hey

But you shouldn't worry about what they say

Cause they got nothin' on you baby

Nothin' on you baby

Not not not nothin' on you babe

Not not nothin' on you

I know you feel where I'm coming from

Regardless of the things in my past that I've done

Most of it really was for the heck of the fun

On the carousel so around I spun

With no directions just tryna get some

Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun

This is how I lost more than I had ever won

And honestly I ended up with none

Beautiful girls all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted

They got nothin' on you baby

Nothing on you baby

They might say hi and I might say hey

But you shouldn't worry about what they say

Cause they got nothin' on you baby

Nothin' on you baby"

A/N:

Wohhoo cliffhanger :) .. okay not really, but kinda.. :P okay FINE no cliffhanger whatsover, but i like the word! :D So the song is "Nothin' on You" by Bruno Mars and B.o.B and i do not own the song! i also dont own Harry Potter, which is pretty sad and which is even sadder is that i just lost my pickle.. :(

So while i will go and tryna find it you have to review, or otherwise i won't upload the next chapter.. :D mean i know, but thats how the world rolls. ;)

Sooo, loads of love and cookies :)

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