Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Jo Rowling.

Chapter Four

"Hufflepuff is leading Gryffindor, 80 to 20." said Amelia Jenkins, a 4th year Gryffindor over the intercom of the Quidditch stadium. It was a practice game for both teams.

James was sitting casually on his broom, awaiting any sight of the snitch, for he couldn't let his fan club down. There they sat in the front row of the Gryffindor section. Peter, Remus, Sirius, Nancy and Jenny all graced the front row. Now, Lily didn't count as part of his fan club, but she was sitting there with them. Honestly - she probably ran the "I-hate-James-Potter" club with Professor Goode. But the rest of them cheer him on.

"Gryffindor scores! Hufflepuff still leading, 80 to 30."

James darted his eyes around, looking anxiously for the snitch, irritated that his team would be losing. He turned to see his friends who were surprisingly, not watching him. Remus, Peter and Jenny were in a deep conversation with each other, Nancy was sitting on Sirius' lap and they were... busy, so they were all preoccupied. Even more surprising, out of all those people, the one who he least expected to be paying attention, was. He had suddenly locked eyes with Lily. He gave her a friendly smile, but her eyebrows narrowed. Oh, well, James thought.

He then blew her a kiss and laughed as her face grew red. She became flustered and with a sense of vigor, she stuck her tongue out at him. His grin grew to an evil length, then he slowly rolled his tongue over his lips. He watched with utter enjoyment as her face turned redder still, her eyes grew more narrow, and her jaw, had it not been connected to her mouth, would've hit the ground.

James would have burst out in laughter, but he suddenly saw the snitch fly past Lily's face. He sped off. He knew that the Hufflepuff seeker would see him dive, but there was no way he could catch him - James was too far ahead. He just had to stretch his fingers... just a little farther...

"YES!"

"James Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

The entire Gryffindor side of the stadium began chanting "Go, Go Gryffindor!" All the teachers and professors were standing and clapping, everyone was cheering. It was something James was used to. And not that this was an important win, for it was only a practice game. He turned to see his fans, now all standing cheering and whistling along with everyone else. Even Nancy and Sirius had taken their hands off each other long enough to clap and root loudly. But Lily was gone.

There was a small twinge of disappointment in James' heart, but he didn't let it bother him too much. There was a victory party to be had!

§

Dear Journal,

Yes, Gryffindor won the quidditch match today - all thanks to James Potter.

I don't know what I'm going to do with him.

It's happening. As much as I don't want it to, as hard as I fight it, that boy is getting to me. His flirtatious ways, his charming smile, his contagious laugh. And he's so persistent! Always asking me out, always complimenting me, ALWAYS calling me his 'Lily flower'... I actually kinda like that - I'm his Lily flower... but there's no way I'm going to tell him that!

He was so... himself today! Such a conceited jerk! At the match, he indicated that he would enjoy kissing me. He got me so red-faced mad that I had to duck behind the bleachers. But as soon as I did, I started to laugh. His nerve . . . oh my goodness. Well, I've got to go face Mr. Arrogance himself. We've got patrolling duty again. You know, as much as Potter and I have together you might think that Dumbledore was trying to set us up or something... Oh, no. He's going to be gloating over his win. Prepare yourself Lily. It's going to be a long night.

§

A/N: Short one, I know. But I'll post another chapter in a second! -huggles everyone who reviewed-