Her eyes shone as she laughed and I knew, I knew I loved her. I loved Lily Evans.

And it hurt, it hurt really badly. Why, because I am James Potter, and in her eyes I was nothing but an arrogant bullying toerag. The worst part...she knows I like her, as I have stupidly asked her out 237 times, 238 counting earlier today, by the lake.

Flashback

(A/N: you all know the flashback, so if you really want to read it, find a copy of the fifth HP book!)

End Flashback

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs...HA! If only the woodpecker knew! My oh my if only, if only...I could stop being such a prat around her...if only I could kiss her just once without her slapping me or kicking me...if only I could hold her in my arms in reality, not just in my dreams...if only she would save that laugh just for me...if only she would give me a chance...if only I could resist showing off around her...if only she knew what tremendous effect she had on me by just standing there, just breathing, just her blinking still sends me over the edge...if only she loved me as much as I love her. If only...

Sleep, though unwanted, was inevitable and came to James while lying on his four-poster and he fell into slumber sadly thinking "If only..."

THE NEXT MORNING

"JJAAMMEESSIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Sirius shouted sing-songly my ear.

"HOLY SH/:!...SIRIUS! WHAT TIME IS IT?" I shouted, glaring.

"Ten minutes after breakfast is over." He said calmingly.

"WHAT?" I yelled. Picking up my clock I saw the time and threw it against the wall in frustration and ran around finding clothes and jamming them on, before grabbing my bag and rushing out the dormitory door and dashing to the portrait hole before I was pulled back by a very amused Sirius who gladly laughed at me then informed me it was Saturday and I would have to wait for Monday to see dear old McGonagall again. I went and collapsed in an armchair by a window that overlooked the lake and my cheeks blended in well with the blood red armchair I was sitting in, as Sirius chucklingly (who cares if it's not a word!?) pointed out before laughing hysterically some more. Looking out the window I saw Lily Evans doing her homework underneath a birch tree she seemed to like. Even when she was doing something as innocent as doing her homework, she still looked absolutely stunning, and, for lack of a better word, hott. Sirius noticed where I was looking and immediately his smile turned into a grimace as he turned to face me again, looking solemn.

"She hates me Si, I always knew she never really liked me, and sure she had said she hated me before, but I thought nothing of it, but now...oh Sirius, what am supposed to do? She hates me so much, and I love her to death, no matter how hard I try, I just can't stop it, I love her so much," I said, looking gloomy and depressed, not even bothering to try to hide it.

Sirius sighed. "I don't know what to do to help you James, I just don't."

To be continued?

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