Prologue

I don't really know when I started to like Lily, I can't put a date on it. It just kind of happened. I know I can pin it to second year, when I guess I saw the real her come out, when she wasn't so new to this magical world I live in. When she wasn't such an easy victim to my mayhem. When she smiled a genuine smile, not like the ones in first year where she was so scared of everyone and everything, that she only gave people half-hearted smiles.

I started to crush on her in third year, when she turned me down for a trip to Hogsmeade. I was upset at first, but I tried repeatedly, and the rejection became habit, and I was up for a good challenge, while in the process, I dated other girls.

I fell in love with her when I saw her on the train on the first day back to Hogwarts for our sixth year. By then of course, she despised my guts. She would rather eat owl droppings than look at me. Not that I'm ugly, mind you. To her, I was ugly on the inside, and nothing anybody said could change that. Not even her best friend who had grown up with me, seeing as how our parents were best friends.

I'm James Potter. I'm known for being a mischievous Marauder, for rivaling my best friend, Sirius Black, with the most detentions, for being a Hogwarts heart-throb, and for being obsessed with Lily Evans. Let me tell you why Lily hates my guts.

Back in first year, when I thought girls had cooties, I picked on Lily a lot. I picked on her for her hair, her little knowledge of the wizarding world, (she knew the school stuff, just not the pop culture stuff of our world) and for her know-it-all fashion in class. And she was easy to target too, like I mentioned. She was so vulnerable at that time. She had friends, trust me, she had friends. At one point in first year, you never saw her without one, my guess it was to protect her against me and my fellow comrades.

My best guess to when I started to like her was when we had detention together in second year. We were made to clean the trophies in the trophy room without magic. I had gotten in trouble for levitating Snape, while she had been late to class three days in a row.

"Watch out! Your hair has caught on fire!" I cried as I polished a silver plaque with the name 'Tom Riddle' written in a regal, business like script. I then began to fake terror. Now, from what I remembered in first year, she would clam up, and not say a thing. Instead I got…

"Zip it Potter, I don't need your disgusting little remarks," she spat. She looked over from the gold trophy she was wiping and sent me a look that clearly said I was a disgusting slug and I should curl up and die.

"Whoa! Easy Evans! It was a joke!" I said defensively holding my hands up. This had me taken aback. I wasn't expecting this.

"Yeah, well, you know what? Your little 'jokes' have gone to far, and for all I care, you can go eat rat dung!" Lily said, spitting the words out like poison. She spun around, and returned to wiping the trophy she had been cleaning before.

I stood there in shock. I didn't know what to say. I remember standing there, staring at her back, with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide with shock. No one, and I mean no one, had ever done that. They always took my insults. Now, I had someone fire back.

She had turned around when she finished that trophy, and caught me staring. Her emerald eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and she said, "Find something else to look at Potter, or else you won't have eyes to look with."

That got me to turn and polish Tom Riddle's plaque. I avoided looking at her for the rest of the evening.

Later that night, I confronted Sirius about this, and he didn't believe me. To try it out, to prove wrong, next morning he went up to her and asked her she was wearing deodorant, because he smelled something funky (his words, I swear) and he thought it might be her.

He came back to me very disgruntled and told me what happened.

It went like this:

"Evans, are you wearing any deodorant? Because there is a funky smell in the air, and I just can't help but wonder if it was you," Sirius questioned innocently.

Lily responded with, "Back off Black. The only smelly thing around here is you! Your hair looks greasier than Snape's, do you even shower?"

Sirius's mouth hung open.

"Leave me alone Black! Or I swear you will regret the day you were born!' she added threateningly, pointing her wand at his heart.

He slowly backed off, and came back to me telling me I was right. It was strange, all night I couldn't get her off my mind. I saw Evans in a new light. I began to respect her. I laid off of her and I began to watch her from afar.

Then in third year, I threw that out the window, with my incessant asking her out. Not one week passed where I didn't ask Lily out. So she then had yet one more reason to hate me.

So, here I am now, about to spill out my entire sixth year of how I yet again, worked on my challenge-Lily Evans.

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James has had this infatuation with Miss Lily Evans for quite some time. Unfortunately, Lily has a nasty grudge against him. But James is determined to get her, and make her see what is truly in his heart. Follow James through sixth year as he yet again, attempts to win over the stubborn heart of Lily Evans.