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6th Year
Lily-
Oh James. Just the name sent tingles up her spine. Wait, no! What was she thinking? His name didn't do anything to her, except make her want to snog him senseless. Stop it Lily! These… feelings had started when she was in potions class with James. Professor Slughorn had just been telling them about the effects of Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world.
"Come up and smell it now, don't be shy!' Slughorn said as he motioned the class to come closer.
Lily had hesitantly taken a step forward (which she now regretted quite a bit) and taken a small sniff of the potion in front of her. It smelled like lilies, Treacle tart, and… James Potter. His hair, to be specific. Oh god it smelled like James's hair! She only knew what his hair smelled like because she had hugged him once, okay maybe twice, okay she had hugged a lot! And she had only hugged him because she hugged all of her friends, and he and the other marauders were her friends, they were actually some of her closest friends.
She had rushed back to her desk, letting the shock sink in. If the potion smelled like James (and his hair) then that meant... oh god she was in love with him!
And then she screamed.
The whole room turned to look at her in shock. Even Sirius was looking at her with an expression that clearly said: "Lils, what the hell?"
What the hell indeed. She hadn't meant to scream, she really hadn't. Maybe it was just the pure shock of the situation. In that case, anyone would have screamed. In fact Marlene and Alice had screamed when Lily told them what happened during potions.
Maybe, just maybe she really was in love with James Potter.
James-
Why? WHY HIM? He didn't deserve this; in fact no one deserved this. After six years of only ever loving Lily Evans, she still didn't love him! Not even slightly!
What was wrong with him? Was it his eyes? Maybe he should wear contacts? No, that would never work.
He really needed to stop worrying. Sirius would have told him he was being a girl. And he might actually be right, not that James would ever tell him that.
Lily would love him eventually, maybe. Oh who was he kidding? He was going to die alone! He was destined to become an old hobo and live in a garbage can on the streets of London, occasionally popping up to ask for food from passing pedestrians.
So much for love.
AN: Oh James, you poor, naive boy. I am SO sorry for not updating! I was having writers block and then my computer wasn't working! It was all very horrible. So I didn't really know what Lily would smell for the Amortentia and so I just tried to think of her character and I looked up what Harry had smelled, and part of it was Treacle tart, so I figured mother and son would share a love for Treacle tart!
-American Hippogriff