Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is purely for fun.

Please read and review? This isn't a diary, as the title semi implies, but it is written in Lily's point of view, with her thoughts. Hopefully I don't jump into James' POV. I tried not too.

Let's Play Catch-up: "So talk, Potter," she commanded.

Chapter 2

"Well, er… you see… I uh…" James stuttered. Lily had rather put him on the spot, and, of course, she was fully aware of this.

"Erm. Right. Thank you for wasting my precious time with your stupid bullshit." With these words, she turned on her heel and continued to walk away from James.

"Evans, come on. It was only a joke. I didn't mean to hurt you, or… or make you angry or anything."

Lily stopped short, and turned around to face him once more.

"You didn't mean to hurt me?" she hissed, and then her voice rose to a scream. "You didn't mean to bleeding hurt me? Don't be a bloody prat, Potter, there is no other reason for doing what you did."

"I think you're overreacting…" he said quietly.

"Overreacting, am I?"

James swore.

"Oh, I wasn't supposed to hear that?" Her voice fell down to its normal pitch again. "Potter, I don't understand. What have I ever done to you? Stupid pranks to get back at you maybe, worms in your socks, but I never deserved this. My first kiss, I almost got my first kiss, possibly the most romantic moment of my life, and you turn my head into a flesh-eating slug. If Tom Welks ever gets out of the hospital wing, he'll never speak to me again. I mean I know he's a Hufflepuff, but… Every teenage girl looks forward to that moment. I've been waiting seventeen years…"

"Well, he turned his head just in time, so at least the welts can only be seen in profile."

Clearly, this wasn't the right thing to say, because Lily Evans began to cry, her small pale hands covering her lightly freckled face.

"No, no… Lily, I was joking. I was only joking."

"Well stop! I'm sick of your jokes. It's been a week that I've had to deal with you and I'm already ready to murder you." She spoke between sobs.

James hesitated before he spoke again. "He… was going to be your first kiss?"

She nodded, not moving her hands from her face.

All this time, the two had been standing fairly far apart, but James moved towards Lily and closed the distance between them. Feeling his presence near her, she looked up at him, dropping her hands to her sides.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek. She gasped.

Then, instinctively, she slapped him.

"Ow! What the bloody hell was that for, Evans?"

The tender moment was gone. But now that she got the chance to think about it, maybe there was a side of James that wasn't a dumbass.

"I'm sorry! I just… I didn't mean to, it was just…"

Then she caught a glimpse of her hair. It was puke green.

Not a dumbass? What the hell had she been thinking?

He smirked.

"Potter!"

"Evans?"

"I'll get you back, Potter. Just count on it."

"I sincerely hope that this revenge involves some form of violation upon my sexual being."

"Ah. There's the Potter I know. I was wondering where your perverted jackass self was hiding during the course of our little exchange."

"I did feel bad you know," he told her.

"Oh, of course you did."

"I did. Can't have my feisty, redheaded dorm mate upset. I wouldn't get the shower for a week."

Don't remind me, Potter, she thought. The Heads's dorms were joined to the same bathroom. Lily had no idea who would make such a stupid floor plan. She supposed they had run out of piping once one full Head dorm was completed, then had no other choice but to force the two Heads to share a bathroom. Or maybe something else. Who the hell knew? The point was, it was stupid.

"Feisty? What the hell are you on about, Potter?"

"It's a compliment, Evans."

She sighed. She was more upset now than she had been before she stormed out of the castle, but she was out of energy now. Perhaps a nice nap would do it.

A nice nap in her room, ten metres away from James Potter.

Bloody hell.

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