The Millionth Chance

By Padfoot. Not Moony. James's POV. One-shot. No flames, pleeze.

JK's characters and stuffs.

It's third year, and my crush on Lily Evans is becoming extremely annoying to my friends. Even more annoying to Lily who –to her displeasure—knows and must put up with it. And imagine, Remus told me all this just this morning!

Cold. Why can't we move Hogwarts somewhere tropical? Oh no, a laugh—too late. A snowball thrown by Sirius hit the side of my face. Still cold.

Chucking a snowball back at him, I yelled, "Caution: receivers of snowballs may get WET!"

Now Remus and Peter joined in on the fight. All four of us had fun, laughing, getting hit in the mouth with a snowball, and chucking one at someone. It wasn't that gruesome, but we all looked extremely drenched from the snow. The fight made us all feel like we were seven, well; it made me feel like a hyper seven-year-old.

Sirius threw the final snowball, which hit Peter in the back. "I win, I win!" He started chanting. A mouthful of snow shut him up.

And then I saw her. Lily, I mean; eyeing our fight out of the corner of her emerald eye, reading a book. She was propped against a tree. I stood next to her. Lily ignored me.

"Good day, Lily," I said casually. She still ignored me. "Yoo-Hoo..." I grabbed Lily's book to get her attention.

She didn't ignore me. "Give it," Lily said, holding out her hand.

I faked a face of disappointment. "Aww, do I have to?" Lily mearly put her hand out further to show she still wanted the book. I tossed it into her hand. "At least be my friend." I attempted.

"No," Lily began reading her book.

"Come on, give me a second chance," I whined.

"More like a millionth chance," She muttered, not looking up from her book.

"Fine then, give a my millionth chance, and if I screw it up, you can hate me for the rest of my life." Good plan, James.

Her eyebrows raised as she shut her book. He was bound to mess this one up, no doubt about it. "Sounds reasonable," Lily smiled. "James Potter, I'm giving you a millionth chance." James's plan had worked.

And just then, a cold, wet snowball made contact with the back of my head, sending my glasses askew. Lily looked at first surprised, and then happy. I heard a laughing Sirius and Remus behind me. Oh they were going to pay.

That's how I, James Potter, ruined my last chance with Lily Evans. A stupid snowball that my best friend threw at my head.

There we go. A nice little one-shot story for ya'll. R&R. No flames, peoples.