Hate Everything About You
Summary: Lily Evans is convinced that James Potter is bad down to the core. What happens when she realises that this isn't true?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J. K. Rowling thought of and wrote about. I own Mandy and other random characters in the story.
Prologue
Ever since the time she'd first laid eyes on him in Diagon Alley, she'd known he was a bad egg. Someone who wasn't going to be too easy to get along with. Of course, an 11-year-old James Potter was an angel compared to the fifteen-year-old one. He'd gone from bad, to worse, to despicable in a mere four years. She wouldn't care if he'd made that transition over 20 years – nothing would alter her view of him.
Lily Evans hated James Potter. That was all there was to it. She hated the messy black hair that lay on that arrogant head of his down to his trampling feet that had degraded so many people, and everything in between.
"Lily, dear, there's nothing wrong with a bit of arrogance at his age, just let him grow out of it and it'll all get better," her mother had said in attempt to comfort her every one of the countless times she'd complained and ranted on about the despicable James Potter.
And she'd taken that advice. She'd tried to be as patient as she could throughout all of the name-calling, pranks, and other nonsenses that she and many other people had to take from Potter. But no, he just got worse. So much for her mother's advice.
When she had entered fifth year, she'd decided to try one last spurt of this seemingly false hope of believing that Potter had changed. Of course, she'd been right again. False hopes.
What made it especially worse this year was that it seemed that Potter had started liking her as, well, more than a prank victim. Actually, this had started near the end of their fourth year, but Lily, being the optimistic person she was, had hoped he'd forget about her over the summer. How wrong she was.
James' arrogance seemed to have doubled during those two months of freedom, if that was possible. Naturally, that meant that he was even more sure of the fact that, eventually, Lily would go out with him. 'After all, who can resist my pure charm and seductive powers?' she'd mocked silently every time he'd asked her out, just knowing that he would say those exact words next. Oh, and he'd asked her out many a time; twenty times a week could be considered an understatement at best.
Lily was tired of this. She'd said "no", "NO", and downright "NO!!!" so many times that her lips seemed to have become stuck in that position. Sometimes it was even tempting just to say 'YES YES YES!' for once so as to hear herself saying a different word. To James Potter, that is. Aside from the constant fights, bickerings, and yells aplenty, 'no' was virtually the only word she ever said to him.
In fact, she was so used to Potter's sharp intake of breath before asking her a question that she'd said "NO Potter," to even the simplest of requests ('Could you pass the salt, Lily?') before they'd even come out. It was becoming rather boring.
It wasn't just that she despised every bit of James that made her turn him down each time; there was also his reputation to consider. The main thing that had made Potter go from 'worse to despicable' around the beginning of fourth year was his abrupt change of attitude towards girls. They were now to be considered objects of affection in addition to the usual (again) victims of pranks... and people to laugh at.
Once this had started and all of the school was informed, girls from every house (even some from Slytherin) had come crawling to his feet to confess their love for him. And typical Potter had soaked up all this glory and was even more of a pompous jerk.
"Oh, no, really; you want me to marry you? How about a date first? Let's say next Hogsmeade weekend," James had said to probably the fifth girl that had asked him out during the first three days of fourth year. "Yes, I know what you're thinking, and yes, it will be a full-out snog session. Don't you worry!" He smiled his something-of-a-smirk-turned-romantic that every girl but Lily, probably, found melt-worthy.
That same girl, and the many others that had gotten 'lucky' enough to go out with James, had been left to rot no more than a week after their first outing. Potter seemed to have a very short attention span. Once the girls had started crying on his shoulder about bullying Slytherins, low grades, make-up problems, and virtually everything else bothering them, James had gotten bored and dumped them. To leave them crying, and only to start drooling over him again the next day.
Hence, Lily, and her friends that had not yet gone out with Potter, had come up with a universal name for all of the girlfriends James Potter had ever had ("And ever will have," Lily had added, rolling her eyes) : One- weekers.
This name had managed to spread around the whole school, and the girls who hadn't already known from their friends how Potter would treat them if they ever went out with him were now fully aware of what the results of dating him would be. And still they went drooling after him, just to be able to spend one precious week with the bloke of their dreams. They didn't care about what would come after.
Lily knew that the only reason why Potter claimed to 'love' her was that she was the only one who didn't come crawling to him; the only one who was utterly against the One-weeker thing; and definitely the only one who had the nerve to show it. This torture from Potter got her on the 'People with Bad Taste' list for many girls that had had their eyes on James but had never had the 'privilege' of dating him. These girls thought that Lily was a near freak to turn Potter down. They threw Lily jealous, even reproachful, looks during class; it was hard enough to endure the constant, stupidly arrogant, flashy smiles from Potter.
Don't get me wrong; Lily still had a lot of friends. She was probably one of the most popular girls in the fifth year. She was smart, kind, pretty, and an all-around great person. Many people admired her for her individuality, her bravery, her nerve. Of course, not all of her friends agreed with her views on Potter. Even her best friends Mandy and Alice, though not among the ranks of Potter's drooling admirers, were a little reluctant to say that they outright hated him. They disliked his personality, sure, but really – he couldn't be quite that bad deep down, could he? Lily thought he could. She knew he could.
A/N Ok so this is kind of a prologue just so that you know how she feels about James in general; you'll find out more about others later on, I promise. The next chappie is gonna take place during sometime after the Christmas holidays in fifth year. Promise to have it up soon! Tani =) P.S. Please review! I need constructive criticism, or I'll die! Really!!! (heheh...)
[This chapter has been edited... for the good of all readers.]
Summary: Lily Evans is convinced that James Potter is bad down to the core. What happens when she realises that this isn't true?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J. K. Rowling thought of and wrote about. I own Mandy and other random characters in the story.
Prologue
Ever since the time she'd first laid eyes on him in Diagon Alley, she'd known he was a bad egg. Someone who wasn't going to be too easy to get along with. Of course, an 11-year-old James Potter was an angel compared to the fifteen-year-old one. He'd gone from bad, to worse, to despicable in a mere four years. She wouldn't care if he'd made that transition over 20 years – nothing would alter her view of him.
Lily Evans hated James Potter. That was all there was to it. She hated the messy black hair that lay on that arrogant head of his down to his trampling feet that had degraded so many people, and everything in between.
"Lily, dear, there's nothing wrong with a bit of arrogance at his age, just let him grow out of it and it'll all get better," her mother had said in attempt to comfort her every one of the countless times she'd complained and ranted on about the despicable James Potter.
And she'd taken that advice. She'd tried to be as patient as she could throughout all of the name-calling, pranks, and other nonsenses that she and many other people had to take from Potter. But no, he just got worse. So much for her mother's advice.
When she had entered fifth year, she'd decided to try one last spurt of this seemingly false hope of believing that Potter had changed. Of course, she'd been right again. False hopes.
What made it especially worse this year was that it seemed that Potter had started liking her as, well, more than a prank victim. Actually, this had started near the end of their fourth year, but Lily, being the optimistic person she was, had hoped he'd forget about her over the summer. How wrong she was.
James' arrogance seemed to have doubled during those two months of freedom, if that was possible. Naturally, that meant that he was even more sure of the fact that, eventually, Lily would go out with him. 'After all, who can resist my pure charm and seductive powers?' she'd mocked silently every time he'd asked her out, just knowing that he would say those exact words next. Oh, and he'd asked her out many a time; twenty times a week could be considered an understatement at best.
Lily was tired of this. She'd said "no", "NO", and downright "NO!!!" so many times that her lips seemed to have become stuck in that position. Sometimes it was even tempting just to say 'YES YES YES!' for once so as to hear herself saying a different word. To James Potter, that is. Aside from the constant fights, bickerings, and yells aplenty, 'no' was virtually the only word she ever said to him.
In fact, she was so used to Potter's sharp intake of breath before asking her a question that she'd said "NO Potter," to even the simplest of requests ('Could you pass the salt, Lily?') before they'd even come out. It was becoming rather boring.
It wasn't just that she despised every bit of James that made her turn him down each time; there was also his reputation to consider. The main thing that had made Potter go from 'worse to despicable' around the beginning of fourth year was his abrupt change of attitude towards girls. They were now to be considered objects of affection in addition to the usual (again) victims of pranks... and people to laugh at.
Once this had started and all of the school was informed, girls from every house (even some from Slytherin) had come crawling to his feet to confess their love for him. And typical Potter had soaked up all this glory and was even more of a pompous jerk.
"Oh, no, really; you want me to marry you? How about a date first? Let's say next Hogsmeade weekend," James had said to probably the fifth girl that had asked him out during the first three days of fourth year. "Yes, I know what you're thinking, and yes, it will be a full-out snog session. Don't you worry!" He smiled his something-of-a-smirk-turned-romantic that every girl but Lily, probably, found melt-worthy.
That same girl, and the many others that had gotten 'lucky' enough to go out with James, had been left to rot no more than a week after their first outing. Potter seemed to have a very short attention span. Once the girls had started crying on his shoulder about bullying Slytherins, low grades, make-up problems, and virtually everything else bothering them, James had gotten bored and dumped them. To leave them crying, and only to start drooling over him again the next day.
Hence, Lily, and her friends that had not yet gone out with Potter, had come up with a universal name for all of the girlfriends James Potter had ever had ("And ever will have," Lily had added, rolling her eyes) : One- weekers.
This name had managed to spread around the whole school, and the girls who hadn't already known from their friends how Potter would treat them if they ever went out with him were now fully aware of what the results of dating him would be. And still they went drooling after him, just to be able to spend one precious week with the bloke of their dreams. They didn't care about what would come after.
Lily knew that the only reason why Potter claimed to 'love' her was that she was the only one who didn't come crawling to him; the only one who was utterly against the One-weeker thing; and definitely the only one who had the nerve to show it. This torture from Potter got her on the 'People with Bad Taste' list for many girls that had had their eyes on James but had never had the 'privilege' of dating him. These girls thought that Lily was a near freak to turn Potter down. They threw Lily jealous, even reproachful, looks during class; it was hard enough to endure the constant, stupidly arrogant, flashy smiles from Potter.
Don't get me wrong; Lily still had a lot of friends. She was probably one of the most popular girls in the fifth year. She was smart, kind, pretty, and an all-around great person. Many people admired her for her individuality, her bravery, her nerve. Of course, not all of her friends agreed with her views on Potter. Even her best friends Mandy and Alice, though not among the ranks of Potter's drooling admirers, were a little reluctant to say that they outright hated him. They disliked his personality, sure, but really – he couldn't be quite that bad deep down, could he? Lily thought he could. She knew he could.
A/N Ok so this is kind of a prologue just so that you know how she feels about James in general; you'll find out more about others later on, I promise. The next chappie is gonna take place during sometime after the Christmas holidays in fifth year. Promise to have it up soon! Tani =) P.S. Please review! I need constructive criticism, or I'll die! Really!!! (heheh...)
[This chapter has been edited... for the good of all readers.]
