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Pairing: Lily, James
Song: Fearless, Colbie Caillat (LOOK IT UP and listen to it while you read this!)
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"So, Evans, how about a trip to Hogsmeade?" fifth-year James Potter asked for the hundredth time, knowing full well what response he was about to receive.
"I wouldn't go out with you if I had to choose between you and the Giant Squid," Lily Evans scoffed, whipping her red hair over her shoulder as she stalked down the corridor and out of sight. James collapsed against the cold wall, running his hand through his messy hair again.
"She's a nutter, that one," he muttered under his breath. "Surely she wouldn't actually date the Giant Squid, right?"
"Prongs!" Sirius called from the top of the staircase. "Are you coming to Transfiguration or should I tell McGonagall that you're in the hospital wing with some sort of terrible fungus?"
"I'll be up in a minute," James replied. "I'll tell her I ran into Peeves or something."
Having been friends with James from the first ride on the Hogwarts Express, Sirius knew all of the symptoms of Lily Evans-itis, and it was clear to him that James had just been turned down again. He grabbed Peter and Remus and pulled them inside the classroom, giving James a moment to himself.
James absentmindedly pulled a shining Snitch from his pocket and let it fly a bit, only to grab it back before it got too far. Why did Lily Evans always turn him down? He knew that she liked him. She just… she just had to. If she didn't, well, he didn't want to think about that.
What surprised him the most was that the awful feeling never dulled. The feeling that he got whenever Lily turned him down, the feeling that made it feel like all the food he had just eaten was replaced by a sack of rocks. He thought that after being repeatedly rejected, he would have gotten used to it.
It's no matter, he thought. She can't break me. I'm a Gryffindor. He adjusted the strap of his book bag and ran to class, sliding in just a minute late. Professor McGonagall was about to reprimand him, but when she saw the look that he gave the back of Lily's head as he walked to his seat, she decided against it.
Later, when Sirius would make fun of him for his constant inability to charm Lily Evans, he would laugh and then slug him in the arm. But he was James Potter, and James Potter was fearless. It would take a lot more than a petite redhead to break him down. It didn't matter if she wouldn't admit that she loved him back yet, because he loved her, and that was all that mattered.