The battle of love

Summary: James loves Lily, Lily hates James. Or does she? When James decides to change his ways in order for Lily to notice him, she notices what she should have known years ago. Now Read this story! Read it and weep! Sorry… Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling so I do not own any of the following characters. She does.

Chapter 1: The statement

Hi. I'm Lily Evans and I hate Potter. This is how I will greet everyone until further notice. It was a lazy afternoon for Potter, if you don't count fighting with his hair. It was a lazy afternoon for me, if you don't count doing my homework. In other words, it was a lazy afternoon if you take out the word lazy.

Ok. So it wasn't a lazy afternoon. James was fighting a no-win battle with his hair, and I was doing my homework that wasn't due for another week. We were both in the Griffindor common room, and so our conversation started.

I looked up and saw James's efforts. 'Hi Potter. Why are you doing that? You know it never stays flat.'

'Oh really?' James replied. 'I'm sorry, but why don't you look the other way if it's bothering you so much? Or should I use magic?'

'Magic is the better option. Lasts longer. If I turn around then I'm not going to get my Charms homework done. Believe me – you'll be the one copping the blame, not me.'

'Why are you always so mean to me? What have I done to you?'

'Nothing. It's more a matter of what you do to other people.'

'Like what?' James did not see that annoying people through means of magic was wrong. However, he did manage to find a reason. 'Oh…'

'Yes. Now do you see my point?'

'I see it exactly. Do you really believe everything that you hear? I didn't dunk Jefferson Julep down the toilet yesterday.'

Stupid Potter. 'So it's true!'

'No it isn't!' protested James. 'I didn't'

'I don't care if you didn't dunk Julep down the toilet yesterday. That is completely unrelated to what I was talking about. It is true.' At this James opened his mouth in defence, but a glare from me shut him up. A glare from me shut Potter up? Go me! Anyway… On with the story. 'You are more interested in shifting the blame than realising what you generally do.'

'And what do I do? It's not like I think about what I'm doing.'

'Exactly. You don't think. My problem is solved, and yours is uncovered.' James looked blankly at me, and I thought for a second that he actually understood English. I seized the opportunity, and continued. 'What you do is that you embarrass anyone you want anywhere you want anytime you want. And you do it without thinking or caring about the damage that you're doing. Concentrate the next time you ruin some wizard's life. It might actually do some good.'

James continued to look blankly, then his expression changed into a smirk. A smirk?? What in the world was he smirking about? I didn't have to ask. He talked in his my-head-is-bigger-than-England voice and said, 'Ok Lil' Lily. You're on.'

Lil' Lily? Since when had Potter called me little? And using my first name like my friends do? Such cheek! So inwizarde! A/N: this is a word I made up instead of inhumane – inwizarde. Like it? Tell me in your review if you can't find anything else to say. I'm going to get Potter a weed. Not a lily. Maybe a garden gnome. Yeah. That should do it. In the morning post…

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The next morning…

Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho. Hee hee hee. Hu hu hu. Hee hee good for me! Ha la part take that you pppppppffffft! If you're wondering, I'm just practicing my evil laugh for when Potter opens his mail. I just hope the owl can handle it. Who's the owl? It better not be a frail old one like Arnold Weasley's because then my plan won't work. Oh ooh! I can't wait to do this…

I went down to the great hall, and tried to sit as far away from Potter as I normally do. For some strange reason, he noticed me doing this.

'Lily! Oi! Lily! Why are you sitting all the way over there? Why don't you sit with us?'

'I never sit with you, if you haven't realised.'

'I know that. Why don't you change?'

'I don't like change. You do'

'That's why I want… Would like you to come and sit next to us.'

'What's the magic word?' This was so fun teasing Potter. It should be.

Potter heaved, shrugged the thought off and replied in his most angelic voice, 'Please?'

'No.' His face dropped.

'Oh. Come on Lily. You wouldn't want to disappoint Potter, would you?' Sirius Black chimed in. I think that Black is a friend of Potter. (Duh!) And so now I greet people like this. Hello. My name is Lily Evans and I hate Potter and Black. Back on track…

'Maybe I actually do want to disappoint him, Black.'

'Uh, Lily?' Smiled Peter Pettigrew. Changing greeting. Hello. My name is Lily. I hate Potter, Black and Pettigrew. Especially Potter.

'What?'

'Why are you being so annoying?' Peter finished.

''Cause I am'

'Am what?' said Remus Lupin. Changing greeting again. Hi. Lily Evans is the name. I hate the Marauders because Potter is one.

'Hating you all. Especially Potter.' With that I turned my head and sat at the far end of the Griffindor table. That was handled well. Now they're grouping together. That can't be good.

Ok. I was wrong. It isn't over. They're following me. All of them with Peter tagging behind. Why must they insist in being annoying? I give up. Yes. The great strong Lily Evans that hates Potter and the marauders has given up. I suck.

Potter spoke first. 'That's ok, Lily. If you don't want to stick with us, we'll stick with you. Does that make you sound stronger?'

'Obviously.' I groaned. As I groaned I sat down, and the food appeared.

'I'll have eggs and bacon' James ordered. His food appeared.

'Me too' squeaked Peter. He was a squirt of a wizard. He only comes up to my shoulders when he stood up. And I'm not tall, but pretty average.

I decided it was my turn. 'I'll have jam on toast, as always.' I had successfully picked something different to Potter's, although I was going to have bacon and eggs. For some strange reason, Sirius guessed this.

'Jam on toast? You never have jam on toast.'

'Well now I do.' Uh-oh. I had said those two words that I really don't like saying together. 'I mean, I've had a change.'

'But you don't like change. I like change, remember' Potter pointed out.

Stupid Lily.

As if to save me from explaining my changes, the post came in. My thoughts changed to the big bundle coming with… Not Arnold's owl. Yahoo! My plan was working perfectly.

Good mail. Now come to Potter…

'Hey! Prongsie-poo, you're mail with the spotted toilet seat has arrived' Sirius remarked as he saw James's owl with a huge bundle.

'What toilet seat? Why you didn't tell me?' whined Petigrew.

'Because there is no toilet seat. Padfoot was being creatively disgusting.' Explained Potter.

'Disgusting? What a wimp!' I shouted. 'You, the prankster afraid of a spotted toilet seat.'

'You don't want me to be a prankster, remember?'

'Duh.' At this remark Potter opened his mail, saw the gnome and before thinking transfigured it into a teapot.

Wha… Wh… Why me? It didn't work. Trying to make it hurt, I said the most stupid thing ever. 'You just destroyed a garden gnome.'

'So?'

'Nothing.'

'You thought it was cool.'

'Did not'

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'Ok. Break it up.' Sirius stepped in.

'You're sounding like a couple of love birds.' Remus remarked.

'Am not.'

'Now don't start that again!' James pleaded.

'Fine.' Now I was in a bad mood. With that I took my plate and sat at the opposite end of the table. Then I decided that my feelings should be made known. To everyone, that is. 'I AM LILY EVANS. I HATE POTTER, BLACK, PETTIGREW AND LUPIN! ESPECIALLY POTTER!!'

'Wow' said a chorus of my worst enemies aka marauders.

'Do you think she hates you?' Sirius asked a blank face – Potter's.

'I think she does, Padfoot. 'And if you hadn't noticed, everyone does.'

A/N Do you like this chapter? Too repetitive? The worst chapter ever written? Too perfect? Are you dying to know what's next? (Don't, by the way) Or are you simply bored out of your wits? Too short? Too long? Tell me in your reviews and then read the next chapter, as I will have improved. But say why – otherwise your reviews are pointless.