Hey, are you ready for another installment of this story? Of course you are! And since I'm obviously not a famous British author, anything you recognize is not mine. But everything that is UNrecognizeable IS. This goes for the last chapter as well.

I peeked over my shoulder again. Wait why am I doing that?? I don't want Potter to spy on me! It was Wednesday and I was in the library with- guess who- Rick.

"Lily? LILY!!!!"

"Huh? Wha...?"

"Dance discussion, remember?"

"Right, sorry."

"What's wrong with you? You've been totally out of it the whole day."

"What? Oh. Nothing, nothing really." I started to space out again...

"Lily..."

"Hmm..?"

"This isn't the real reason I agreed to pair up with you..."

I left the library in a daze. Rick had asked me out. And for some strange reason I said no. And then the answer came to me as I unwittingly stole a glance behind me. Potter. Why did he have to insinuate himself into my thoughts? WHY? What did I ever do to deserve this? Nothing. No, I didn't do anything, I just like Potter. Wait. What am I saying to myself? Maybe some homework would keep my mind from working against me. I headed toward the prefect common room, but remembered that Rick would be there. I spun around and headed toward the Gryffindor common room. At least if Potter annoyed me I could climb upstairs and laugh while he fell down the slide over and over. And you know what? He was annoying and I did just that. He put one foot on the step and his beautifully carved masculine body- Lily! Stop it! Anyway, the stairs turned into a slide and he fell down it. Unfortunately, I was too stupid to step off the stairs and onto the landing at the top and I fell down too.
"AAAAAAH!!! Oof!" I looked down into Potter's smirking face.
"Finally decided to give into me, Evans?" I stood up, scowling at him.
"Go take your big head elsewhere, Potter. It was an accident and you very well know it." His face fell. Ha! Just try and mess with me, World! He gathered himself and went to sulk in a corner with his friends. I went upstairs to do some homework to keep my mind off of how bad I felt that I laughed while his face was consumed with anger and frustration at the stairs and despair that he couldn't climb up to get me. Lily! You are not allowed to feel sorry for that toe rag, remember? Oh...right. So I got back to work when I was interrupted by Molly Reilly, a seventh year who was going out with Arthur Weasley. He was in Muggle Studies the class before mine.
"Hey, Lily."
"Hi, Molly. What's going on?"
"Oh, I have a date with Arthur this weekend at Hogsmead and I just wondered if I could borrow something of yours to wear? Of course, I won't need to take it until Friday night."

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Just take a look through."
"Thanks." That's when it hit me. Hogsmead was this weekend and I just turned down a date! What was wrong with me? Now the only person who would ask me out was Potter and there was no way I was going to agree, no matter how much those stunning hazel eyes begged, filled with the sadness of the threat of being denied what they yearned... LILY!! Stop it now, and finish your Charms essay! Geez! Think about Potter some other time! NO!!!!!!!! Don't think about him at all! Ugh, just stop already! Fine, fine. I'll let you do your work. So I did my work and went down for dinner. This proved to be a mistake because halfway through dessert, Potter came up to me.

"So, Lilykins. I hear you don't have a date for Hogsmead. What a coincidence: I don't either."

"Potter, you're pushing your luck."

"I know. Just thought I'd try again."

"Well, the answer is no. And you very well knew it before you said one word to me."

"Oh, fine. You can't give a man a chance, can you?"

"Not the one standing right in front of me, no."

"Well, I hear you didn't give that Ravenclaw a chance, either."

"Potter, back off or I'm not tutoring you."

"But I care about you more than my grades."

"And, you have 1…2…3….4…."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. But you know the invitation's still open." He grinned lopsidedly, his eyes shining. Of course they were no match for his smile- Argh! Stop it, Brain!

"Whatever. Get lost." It looked like I would be spending the day with Jeanne, since Alice and Theresa already had dates. I scowled at their raised eyebrows and taunting looks. Instead, I focused on the array of custards tastefully arranged in front of me.

Wednesday came sooner than it usually did. Wednesday also ended sooner than it usually did. I collapsed in the common room after supper before I realized that Potter would be coming by for his lesson.

"Lilyflower? What's wrong? You seem down."

"I'm fine, Potter. Just tired." He's looking cute today, with a light brown shirt to match his stunning eyes. Wait, no! Why am I thinking this?! Potter never looks cute. No, he always looks hot. No! He's an ugly toe rag! Oh, right... heh heh.

"So what do you want to work on today?"

"What classes do you need the most help in?"

"None, actually. Remus kind of helped me on Monday."

"Then why are you even here, asking what I want to work on? I'm not going out with you."

"No, you're not. Not yet."

"Potter, I am NOT in the mood."

"Well, the answer to your question is self explanatory, so…. You look really tired, by the way. Want me to help you upstairs?"

"You can't climb up the stairs. You're a guy. And I'm not falling on top of you again."

"I've got a broom, remember? I'll fly you up."

"There is no way you are getting me to hang onto you all the way up to my dorm."

"Fine, you walk up the stairs yourself, then. In the mean time, will you allow me to help you up?"

"Not on your life." I pushed myself up. Or tied to anyway. "Actually, you can help me."

"My pleasure." I walked stiff-legged over to the staircase and started climbing. Potter ran away up to his dorm and- oh my god! He's sprinting towards me with a broom in his hand. A very nice broom, might I add. Lily!!!! Fine, sorry.

"Potter! I told you I wouldn't do the broom thing!"

"I'm not asking you to. I'm making sure you don't kill yourself on the stairs." Aww! He's so sweet! No, Lily! He's being annoying."

"Whatever, Potter. I'm too tired to care." Sure enough, I climb three more steps and- KABOOM! I'm floating? What? How'd that happen? I love magic. And James…. No you don't! Oh, right. Ha-ha. I should be yelling at him now. I really don't care though. "Potter, kindly drop me off at my door and, um, let's see: LEAVE!!"

"Okay."

"You're actually listening?"

"Well, we are at you're door."

"Oh." And I'm being slowly lowered. My feet touch the ground and the door flies open.

"Goodnight, my Lilyflower."

"Go to bed, Potter."

"What? No 'sweet dreams'?"

"Sweet dreams, Potter."

"Always of you."

"You are soooo pushing it."

"Sorry."

"Just get lost."

"Fine." And a certain red haired sixth year will fall over onto a nice, fluffy Hogwarts bed in three…..two…..one…..

Hope you liked it:) And if you're concerned about the lack of a plot line, I'm sorry. I'll try to come up with something. In the mean time, prepare yourself for fluff!