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LILY

The nerve of that Potter. Asking me out like that. Didn't even use my first name. It's not that hard to say. Li-ly. Two syllables. Jeez, my rants are terrible. I need to work on getting angrier. I picked up my wand and shouted, "Incendio!" Of course, with my terrible aim, I hit my roommate's bed. She was going to kill me! Flames started licking the sides of the bed. Great! I thought. As quickly as I had shouted the terrible word, I spoke, "Aguamenti!" Jets of water shot from my wand and quickly doused the fire. The bed was now soaking wet. Another problem: How the hell would I explain that to the teachers? Oh, I know! James Potter got me so mad by asking me out that I put my dorm-mates bed on fire!

Since I am a whiz at Charms, I used the Hot-Air Charm. Hot air billowed from the tip of my wand and dried the bed within minutes. I felt proud of myself for staying calm in a situation like that. Then Mary walked in. Her mouth dropped to at least her knees. "Lils, what the fuck happened to our dorm?"

I finally looked around as I was too busy before. The room was a whirlwind of papers and books. In my raged rant, I had successfully turned our dorm into a hurricane disaster. Since Mary is so nice (thank god she doesn't care about anything), she didn't even complain. She just turned around to face me. "Lils, what happened? We were talking to you and then James ran away and you followed him."

"I followed him to that beech tree by the lake and he told me he fancied me. He screwed it up by asking me out. He screwed our friendship or whatever the hell we had." I took a deep breath and sighed. It was probably a stupid joke. His friends have probably put him up to it, to mess with my head. Potter liked the chase, never the actual relationship. You learn how to study your enemy's tactics over the years.

There was this one time, it was actually the beginning of the year, where he-oh wait, let me show you the flashback!

FLASHBACK

Potter sat under the beech tree by the lake when he saw a group of blondes. He had winked and chatted them up. They giggled and practically ate out of the palm of his hand. I saw one of the girls look at the other, the first girl's eyes flashing a message that basically said that Potter was hers, the latter looked quite frightened. She immediately backed off. From the look on the first girl's face, I knew that he had just asked her out.

The next day, you could see him practically eating the girls face off! It was quite repulsive. He grew tired and bored of her, though. Potter could be seen flirting with other girls and that mad glint that he got in his eyes was back. He dumped her after dinner.

The next day (again), he was seen with another girl (dumb blonde) on his arm. She was the friend of his previous girlfriend. His ex was seen fawning over him during all our classes and meals. She wasn't even mad at Potter! He had used her like a rag to wash his hands! I know some blondes aren't all that quick, but really, some of them have the IQ of negative fifty!

END OF (RATHER RANT-Y) FLASHBACK

That cycle just repeated itself; the longest he was ever with a girl was about five days. The shortest was (I remember this quite accurately as his now ex had blamed it on me for their break-up) about one hour.

Mary just stared at the floor. She knew him better than me as she was Potter's neighbor. I spoke up. "Look, Mary, I need to take a walk around. Clear my head, you know?" She nodded her consent and I stood to walk away. I flashed a smile and I was gone.

I meandered to some unknown hallway on the fourth floor. There was really nothing on that floor, so I decided there was no difference in what I did. I knew something was wrong from the moment I made the decision to walk the corridor. There were slight giggles and a murmur, but they faded away. My brain came up with one answer: Peeves. It was a very acceptable answer until I traveled farther down the hall.

There on the floor, rolling about, was Potter and his obviously new girlfriend. I cleared my throat. They jumped off each other, their lips swollen and lipstick on Potter's white shirt. My nose wrinkled in disgust. Potter's hand immediately jumped to his hair, but I think he remembered I hated it and dropped his hand by his side.

"So, Evans, want to join us?" he asked in what he thought was a seductive tone.

"Rather not. I remember being able to go on walks and not being offered to be used as-" I was interrupted by Potter, who was voicing his own thoughts. "Do you want to change your answer?"

I was thoroughly taken aback by his question. Why would he think that I would want to change my answer? I had clearly told him 'no' and gave him a whole rant. By the time my thinking was done, I was outraged. "How dare you think that I would want to change my answer? Arrogant bastard!" I stormed off and Potter decided to follow me. He dashed in front of the doorway I was about to go through and leaned against the frame. His arm on the wall next to my head.

"At least your classic," I muttered under my breath. Potter smirked at me and I gave him a death glare. Any normal person would have disintegrated but Potter was far from normal, or even human! "Come on, Potter, MOVE!" I screamed at him. He didn't flinch or move, in the slightest bit. I was thoroughly annoyed at this point. So, I punched him, right in the stomach. Potter keeled over and I walked past him, all of my dignity in my posture.