A/N: This story is divided into very...un-equivalent segments, if you will. Some parts, like the prologue and this one, are short, while I believe it's part five that's the longest of them all. And each update is a 'part', not a chapter. Think of this and the prologue as little teasers for you to come read the entire story. Well, I'm going to post all of this whether or not I get any reviews (and very frequently, too--practically twice or more a day), because I love this fic way too much for it to go down the drain. I really hope y'all like this story, because it's my favorite fan fiction piece I've ever written.
Part One: Lily's Explanation
Lily Evans was returning to the Hogwarts Castle one brisk March morning after trekking around the lake. She was beginning to ascend the castle steps when she heard an all-too familiar trod crunching in the left-over snow behind her.
"Why, Potter, must you approach me every single chance you come upon?" she asked, turning to face a certain Chaser of Gryffindor's Quidditch team with a livid expression on her face.
James looked a bit taken aback. True, she had never before initiated any type of conversation with him, but seriously…
Lily tapped her foot impatiently, bringing James back to reality. "Oh! Er…well, why not?" he replied.
Why not? I've never heard that one before. "As if I should know," Lily answered, not actually knowing what she herself meant by it.
"Right," James blindly went on, "I wanted to know why you rejected my offer from yesterday to attend the next Hogsmeade weekend in my company."
Again with the "why's"? When will he just give up?Lily sighed exasperatedly. "Because you, James Potter, are an arrogant, immature jerk whose only two goals in life are to ask me out successfully and throw a Quaffle through a hoop."
Lily, now fuming at the castle doors, opened one of them, slamming it in James's face.