Ok, even though you people stopped reviewing…I'm still gonna carry on for those who read it and DON'T review.
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As soon as Lily got home that day, she sank into the couch and groaned.
"Hard day?" her mother enquired.
Lily grimaced and nodded.
"Something happen?"
Lily sighed, "Oh, Mother, I got a new assignment, I'm supposed to write an article on the Quidditch World Cup and-"
"That's wonderful, dear!" her mother exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's ok, BUT they feel I'm not qualified enough and they got me a partner to help, the WORST partner they could have chosen: James Potter."
"Oh" her mother looked surprised, "that shouldn't be a problem, James seems like a good choice, he knows a lot about Quidditch and-"
"And I hate him!" Lily finished, "I hated him in school and I still hate him now, he hasn't changed and he's still the immature, aggravating person that he was!"
"Well, if that's how you feel, then there isn't much you can do, have you ever tried to like James?"
Lily shook her head violently, "You can't like him! He's stuck-up and arrogant and he enjoys irritating me! He hates me!"
"And you don't irritate him?"
"No!"
"You've never given him a reason to hate you?"
"No…" Lily faltered this time
"Nothing?" her mother asked gently
"Well, maybe some things but it's all his fault, he started it!"
Her mother burst out laughing, Lily stared at her, "What?" she demanded.
"Do you know how young you sound? My grown-up, sweet daughter is whining like a two year old…"
"You mean like Petunia" Lily muttered under her breath.
Her mother scrutinized her, serious all of a sudden, "Think back, dear, nothing just happens, look where you went wrong and fix that. Remember, it takes two to Tango."
Lily turned and stared out of the window, musing silently on the past and on the day that she met James Potter…
She had walked into Transfiguration for the first time, a scared, little Year One, standing close to Ethrin, waiting for Professor McGonagall to give them their seats.
She had ended up sitting next to a dark-haired boy with a cheeky grin. When McGonagall asked a question, her hand would fly into the air while James leaned on his arm and muttered answers under his breath, as if bored with the class.
If he caught her eye, he would wink at her and answered McGonagall cheekily many times. He was popular with everyone, by the end of the class, everyone except her.
She despised his arrogant attitude, and would quench any friendly overtures by him; he soon felt the unfriendly feelings and started to take delight in teasing and tormenting her. They had rivalries in all their classes, James was a naturally brilliant student, and Lily had to work hard to better him. She also disliked his bullying and sneering at people who weren't as excellent at school or sports as he was.
All of this had been silent; they rarely spoke to each other and communicated with actions rather than words. They fought for the first time at Christmas and many fights had followed after that, usually started by a small provocation from one or the other. This had gone on right through school, and by the looks of it, would carry on out of school too…
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This is really not the best chapter, but I wanted to put in some background info. Please tell me what you think, and also tell me of any ideas or suggestions…