Hey guys. This is actually the second story I've posted up here, but the first one kind of sucked. This one, however, I'm pretty sure is better. Please review, so I know. I hope you like it.

Oh, yeah. I didn't invent any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Well, with the exception of Meg and Jen, that is, but that's only because I don't know what Lily's real friends' names are. In the story. Yeah.

Well, Enjoy.

Chapter One:

"You pompous, idiot, arrogant, erm, BOOGIE FACE!" I cried, not being able to think of anything better due to frustration. James Potter, a fellow seventh year student -if... that can really be called a student- had recently dumped several melted chocolate frogs on my head.

"Oh I'm a boogie face, am I Evans? And what, exactly, is that?" he wanted to know.

I glared while he smirked. "Well, it's, erm, it's, it's, it's YOU, that's what!" As you can see, I have a way with words.

His smirk widened. "Why, may I ask, am I a 'boogie face'?'"

Well that's a stupid question. I almost wondered if I should even answer it. I mean, he DUMPED MELTED CHOCOLATE ON MY HEAD. I was fuming. And you would be too, if you'd been in my situation. While it smelled very nice, I can't say it was doing much for my hair.

"James Potter, you know perfectly well why you are a boogie face," I fumed, jabbing my finger in the direction of the top of my head.

He put on a genuinely surprised look. "You think I did that?" he demanded.

"Well, let's see. I was standing right here, I felt something GOOEY AND WARM drop on my HEAD, and then I turned around and you know who I saw? You."

"But I-b-but-I-I-" he stammered. I rolled my eyes. Why did he pick on me so much anyway? Or "flirt" as my best friends Meg and Jen say. But I doubt that. Since when does flirting involve melted chocolate being DUMPED ON YOUR HEAD?

I stormed out of the compartment, followed by said Meg and Jen, who had just walked in. They looked confused. He will just never give up. He does things like that, dumping things on me I mean, not stammering, and then he asks me out! Usually five times a day, at least!

"What on EARTH is the matter, Lily?" Meg demanded.

"Him! He's the matter! Him him him...!" I muttered. They looked more confused than ever.

"Him?" Meg asked.

"You mean The Man!" Jen asked excitedly. She got very excited about anything controversial or political.

"The Man?" Meg blinked. "I thought we were talking about Him."

"He must be the man if He is making Lils so mad!"

"But-"

"The man, the man! The man is bringing us down!"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!" I yelled. "I mean Potter! He dumped chocolate frogs ON MY HEAD!"

"Like, whoa. No need to pop a vein," Meg said. "Are you sure it was JAMES that dumped it on you? I thought he was, like, smitten by you."

"The man, the man, the man..."

I rolled my eyes. Smitten. Last time I checked, if you are smitten by someone, you don't go around pulling pranks on that person all the time. But then I haven't been smitten by many people, so maybe I wouldn't know.

"Whatever, guys. Apparently I need to go show the prefects what to do, now that I'm head girl. See you in a bit," I said, heading towards the prefects compartment. I flicked my wand, in the same fashion I had to get rid of the melted chocolate, and was changed into my robes.

I was almost there, too, when James Potter stepped in front of me. "Listen, Lily," he said, "about earlier, I-"

"Oh, put a sock in it, Potter. I don't want to think, much less talk, about it. My hair STILL smells like chocolate. And freshly cut cardboard, from the trading cards."

"But-" he said, he's voice sounding, almost, I don't know, pleading. I brushed past him, never once looking back, even when he said my name, which was about five billion times.

I stepped in the carriage and Professor McGonagall started to tell us our duties as head boys and girls. I smiled and waved at Remus Lupin, the only tolerable one of James's friends. He could even be quite pleasant, when he wasn't sitting around lazily not doing anything about James and Sirius's pranks.

"You must give the prefects these scrolls. The will tell them what the password for their dorms are, and-"

I saw Luscious Malfoy out of the corner of my eye, sneering as usual. It was like this mean look was plastered perpetually on his face. He noticed that I noticed him and mouthed, "Mudblood," and his house's head girl, Narcissa, giggled.

"-and you will have your own rooms, as you are our top students- Or perhaps I am mistaken. Is there something you would like to share, Narcissa?"

Her impossibly pale skin turned the softest shade of maroon I have ever seen. "Nothing, Professor McGonagall. Sorry."

"Alright then. As I was saying-"

I looked around at the others. We were all near the top of our class as far as our grades went. James and Sirius and several others might have been considered for head of their house, if they hadn't been such trouble makers.

"Now, I want you to be kind to the prefects, as they don't know what they're doing, for the most part. Here you go," Prof. McGonagall said, passing out the scrolls.

Remus and I headed over to our prefects, handing them the scrolls. I beamed and tried to talk soothingly, so that they would not be nervous. It seemed to work, for the most part, since they didn't cower. Pocketing my own scroll, I waved at Remus and returned to the compartment that Meg and Jen were in.

"So, like, how'd it go?" Meg said, perkily as usual. She was 5'10'', blonde, blue eyed, and pretty much model-worthy everywhere else as well. But despite her occasional dizziness, she made decent grades, and was very fun to be around.

"It went well," I said, honestly, since it had. Well except for the whole Malfoy thing.

"I saw The Man, a.k.a. Lover Boy, corner you on your way there. What'd he say?" Jen demanded, a dark and perfectly plucked eyebrow raised. Her hair was dark too, and fell just above her shoulders. She had big, chocolate colored eyes that went along with her big hands and feet that managed, somehow, to look nice with her very short body. Even though she was way concerned with what was going on with the world, and would probably end up being very high in the Ministry, she didn't hesitate to be fashionable. Actually, Lily was the only one out of the three that didn't focus much on her looks.

I snorted. "Lover Boy? Yeah, right. I don't know what he wanted, I didn't talk to him."

"Oh," Jen said, sounding disappointed.

"Look," I said, turning to the window and barely able to contain my excitement. "We're here!" Meg and Jen snapped up and looked out the window, beaming. It's funny, because most muggle children hate going to school. But I don't think there is a single person that doesn't like going to Hogwarts. I felt sort of sorry for my sister, Petunia, but not really, because she wasn't exactly the kindest person in the world. Actually I think she would have rather liked Malfoy.

We all hobbled out of the train, into the amazingly clear night. I was admiring the fact that I could see a great deal of stars, but not a single cloud, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to expect Meg or Jen, and to my horror seeing none other than Malfoy himself.

"Well, if it isn't the little Mudblood," he said, saying "mudblood" as if it were so horrible it deserved a capital M. "I believe you owe Narcissa here an apology."

I snorted. "An apology for what, may I ask?"

He smirked, except it was an entirely different smirk than James's. It was mischievous… it was almost...evil. "Well, it's your fault McGonagall used harsh tones with her on the train."

"How was that my fault-"

"Oh yes, and for being a Mudblood. For that you should practically be kissing her feet."

"You're right. Narcissa, I'm sorry you're such a prat." I turned and started to walk away when I heard Malfoy begin to mutter an incantation behind me. "CRU-"

"PROTEGO!" someone cried, although it certainly wasn't me. I was too surprised. I knew Malfoy was a prat, but I didn't know he was a dangerous prat. I spun around to the origin of the voice, and to my surprise saw James.

"James?" I said, blinking, real intelligent like.

His usual smirk was replaced by concern, much to my surprise. "Are you okay? If he layed a finger on you I'll-"

"Whoa, Potter, settle down. I'm fine. And I could have handled it myself, thank you very much," I said, glaring, then thought better of it. That was a stupid thing to say. He helped me whether or not I wanted to admit it. "I mean, thanks, Potter..." I muttered.

I now saw James's smirk had found it's way back, and along with his eyebrows now being raised, he looked normal. Well, for him anyway. "Evans? Did you just thank ME for something?"

"Yeah, well, whatever. Just hurry along to the feast."

"Well," he said, continuing the subject of his saving my skin. "This is certainly a step ahead. I don't suppose you'd want to go out with me-"

That was it. It was hard enough saying thank you, after all he's done to me. And I'm not proud of what I did next, but I couldn't help it. It was just too much.

"DON'T YOU GET IT, POTTER?" I practically screamed. "All you've ever done, apart from now, is SPITE ME! And on purpose!" There was practically steam coming out of my ears. "FOR THE LAST, FINAL, STINKING TIME! I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT, NOW OR EVER WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?"

I stormed off, trying not to notice that it was completely silent, and every pair of eyes was on me.

"Because," James said, answering my question, though I didn't hear him, and didn't ever know he'd said until much later, "I love you."