A/N-This story is a five-shot. Each chapter is in a different point of view of Lily, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus. The chapters are in a different perspective on the same thing—the relationship between James and Lily. Rated PG for very mild language. Sorry if the chapters are short. They're kind of supposed to be.
DISCLAIMER: I own: Zilch. Nada. Nothing. Zero. Got it? Good.
Lily's POVDear Diary,
Ugh. I hate him. I detest him. I despise him.
Need I say more?
He's always following me around, every waking moment of the day and night. He's always trying to impress me with his silly "running hand through hair" trick. If anything else, that just makes me hate him more. Can't he understand, that for once, I'd like him to leave me alone? I suppose not. Gits like him are such bloody idiots that they can't even walk without running straight into a wall.
James Potter, his name is. He's simply incorrigible. There's no help for him, really, he'll be forced to live out his days in a closed ward in St. Mungo's with barely any visitors because no one wants to be around an infernal being like him.
Except the hordes of girls at Hogwarts who bow down to his feet, of course.
What do they see in him? He's so…unlikable. Girls these days are such ditzes that they care for nothing else but looks.
Well. I can't deny the fact that he is exceptionally…good looking, much as I hate to say. He has these enticing hazel eyes that simply glow with happiness and extraordinarily messy black hair that sticks up in all directions…it suits him.
Enough. I sound like one of those hundreds of girls who simper after him.
Seriously. And he always seems to enjoy making me angry. It's infuriating, I tell you. Doesn't he have a life beyond annoying me? I'm guessing he doesn't. Really, diary, you're lucky not to know him. My life is a living nightmare because of James H. Potter.
Today, during Transfiguration Professor McGonagall actually paired me up with him. Honestly, when she paired us off I thought that I would die of shock. She knows just as well as anyone how much I loathe Potter. But anyways, Potter had this huge grin on his face and he started acting ten times worse than normal.
"Hey Evans, do you remember that year when I beat you in Charms?"
It's always a touchy subject with me whenever he mentions that one year when he beat me by a single point. And that was only one of what he said:
"Oy, Evans, will you go out with me?" To which I replied by glaring at him and saying, "Remember, Potter, the giant squid is better than you'll ever be."
"Why not? I'm handsome, charming, and I have the best personality ever. What's not to like?"
"Everything. You're such a bloody git you don't even realize you have an ego ten times the size of England.
"Very funny. Hey Evans, you do know that your emerald eyes make my heart thump and your red hair makes me want to lie in the grass all day and sigh?"
"Honestly, Potter, you make even the most romantic and pleasant thoughts seem disgusting and overrated."
"Yes, well, I know deep down you love me."
"POTTER! SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!"
I was exhausted by the time class was over. Fighting with him takes all my energy away. And he said all that while wearing his stupid, know it all, arrogant smirk. I wanted to slap it right out of his face.
The whole class was constantly looking over their shoulders and grinning at us. The embarrassment was just too much! Matters didn't help much either with the fact that Transfiguration isn't exactly my strongest point. Potter kept on correcting me, loud enough for everyone within a ten mile radius to hear. It was humiliating. Sirius kept on whistling at us and saying, "Well, well. We all know that hate turns to passion, right? Our little lovers have something coming up for them."
So I went over and kicked him in the shin. Hard. Shin-kicking is my specialty.
Not to say that I didn't hit James either. In fact, I hit him a record 21 times today. In one class period. I guess his arm and shin were really sore because he glared at me and said, "Bloody hell, woman."
To which I grinned.
Ugh. But after that class, everyone, literally, kept on coming up to me in the halls, during lunch and dinner, and in all followed me everywhere to bring it up.
Except all those girls, of course. They were glaring at me and looked like they wanted to do some serious damage.
I should probably reassure them that Potter and I have nothing—nor will we ever have.
By the end of the day, though, I was ready to hex anyone in sight. Which is saying something, because it's usually me who tries to stop any hexing. I was in such a bad temper that Potter grinned at me and said, "Cool it, Evans." I really, really wanted to hex him. So I did.
It wasn't so bad. His green hair should wear off in a day or two. Too bad he's not smart enough to know how to get rid of it.
Goodness, is it this late already? I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight, dear diary, till tomorrow.
Yours truly,
Lily Evans
