Summary: Lily's secretly got a huuuuge crush on James, but he's already got a girlfriend. To what shameful lengths will she go to get his attention? In the second installment: James receives the poem, but is his reaction as you would expect? A fluffy little L/J fic for your enjoyment.

Genre: romance

Ships: Lily/James

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song "Fever" is by Peggy Lee, and snippets of the lyrics have been interwoven into Lily's poem. I make no claim to these. In fact, I refuse to claim any part of that awful poem; I only claim the rest of the story.

A/N: Originally published on 18-01-01, this was written by a thirteen year old girl with very little experience with boys (namely me, but thank fully I've matured a little since then). It's a bit soppy and well...I know I would certainly never write a poem like this about a guy I like, 'cos frankly, it's damn embarrassing! I considered deleting this, but I suppose it's cute to look back at the way my mind worked when I was younger g and the rest of the story isn't as bad if you like fluff.

F e v e r f o r Y o u

Chapter I

[ Agent Bambi ]

Closing her eyes in the hopes of being inspired by her muse, Lily set her quill to the parchment. A few moments passed and she opened them again.

"James," she began, writing in ink as green as her eyes.

You'll never know how much I love you,

Never know how much I care.
You've stolen my heart and thrown away the key,

I only wish you'd tell me where.

My devotion to you is so strong,

My love for you is deep.

It's been like this for so long,

I can only wish you were mine to keep.

You give me fever,

When you look at me,

Fever when you talk.

Fever if you'd kiss me...

Fever from the way you walk.

You're the only one I dream of;

I'm head over heels in love with you,

But the question upon my lips is:

Are you in love with me too?

Love,

Lily.

After signing her name at the bottom of the parchment in a curly signature, Lily sealed the envelope with a kiss. Her tawny owl, who had been waiting at the foot of her bed came forward and she tied the envelope to her leg.

"Send it to my love, Venus," she whispered, now closing her eyes. "And I can only hope that you return with a good answer."

A/N: Okay, I know, I know that poem was shit, for lack of better word, but I did warn you. Anyway, if you've actually gotten this far, congratulations! You might as well read on, and I promise there will be no more poetry! I wanted to change the whole poem, but even four years later I suck at poetry, so there wasn't really much I could do. But stay with me for the next chapter, and do review!