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"You've killed it," I mock-sobbed.

That was the only thing Sirius ever relied on to make himself happy.

As he put it, my dashing good looks which even the godliest of Goddesses couldn't resist.

Sirius opened his mouth but no words emerged. The silence about the room was creating a tension so strong you could have cut with a knife (but don't tell Sirius…..and definitely don't let him have a knife!)

"Lily," Sirius finally murmured, "this is me, hanging my head in shame."

He let his neck go slack, and I was afraid I was going to have to catch his head as well.

My Lily flower looked slightly confused, and her visage shifted into a look of bewilderment. "I….I'm…..I…," she trailed off.

Through Sirius' remaining locks I saw a glint reappear in his indigo eyes. He pulled out his wand, lifted his head in defiance, and began, "Lily, hold still!"

That was the second time that day my world jolted into slow motion.

"Sirius……NooOOOOO!" I dove forward abandoning the hair I had just risked my neck to rescue.

I attempted to shove Lily over and miss the Diffindo curse all at once.

I did manage to push Lily out the way, while kind of actually knocking her over, but unfortunately the spell grazed my head.

What was even worse, Sirius didn't come close to Lily's ability with Charms.

My hair was cut unevenly, and looked slightly like a moth eaten jumper. The saddest part of all: my hair looked neater enhanced by Sirius' 'handiwork' than it did when I spent hours trying to comb some sense into it.

As soon as the sheer befuddlement thinned out and my head finally cleared, it was only then when I noticed I was laying on top of my 'uprooted' flower.

I could hear my heartbeat drowning out everything.

Her warm, sweet breath tickled my skin and 'drugged' my mind.

I could feel her every inhale and exhale beneath me.

Her glorious face, although it looked slightly pained, turned brick red.

Lily's gleaming eyes made the room melt away.

She blinked extra long.

I knew how to take a hint I slowly closed my eyes and leaned in.

Before my lips reached hers I saw happiness flash before me a lovely home in Godric's Hollow, a strapping young boy with Lily's charms knack, and my skill in transfiguration.

I smiled slightly as I imagined the future that fate surely held for me.

"Errr….," Lily found her voice quicker than I could plant a smooch on her enticing lips, "would you mind…er….getting off of me?" I opened my eyes sadly and noticed her panic-enhanced pupils.

Ugh! What was wrong with me?

"Er….sorry…about…that…," I felt a scorching flush creep up my neck and sneak onto my face, as I crawled off of her clumsily and sat on the floor.

I looked down, and tried not to think about how red I was. That only made me redder. So I stood up.

Bam! Lily's head collided painfully with the bottom of my chin. Again!

She took a quick step forward to balance herself and landed on my right foot.

Lily, looking slightly frazzled, informed us, "I'm….going….upstairs."

Without another word she turned around and floated up the stairs, as if she were giving herself a mental beating.

I turned to Padfoot and just stared at his I'm-looking-way-too-innocent-to-actually-be-innocent face.

Twice in one day!

I could have kissed her! I had been closer than ever before.

I could practically feel her luscious lips brush up against mine.

Instead I was standing here alone, gazing up the stairs at a vanishing snitch, with a bruised chin and a throbbing foot.

I felt so close to achieving everything.

And at the same time, knew I was an eternity away.

I slammed the door to my room shut, something near my nightstand shattered but I didn't care.

I crawled wearily to my bed and reached under the mattress for my little green journal.

He was this close to kissing me. Me!

There is a part of me that is screaming at me to go for it, but my mind has hung a huge 'No!' in the vacant place which used to hold my brain!

How did it happen? To this day I do not know the enigma that is James Potter.

He was such a bigheaded prat, so arrogant and self-conceited.

Why did he do it?

Why did he change?

I was perfectly content hating him.

Why did he change for the better, and tear my utopia apart?

What is happening to me?

I want to hate him.

I want to want to hate him.

There's just this part of me that is telling me I've been wrong all along, that my amazing ability to sum up people has finally failed me.

I knew he was a wanker!

I knew it!

But now, deep down, deep in the heart I'm pretty sure I have, I know James is a really amazing person.

So amazing, I know I can never match up to him.

I can always hope that one day my idiot mind will stop judging men so harshly.

And when I do find another worthwhile guy (as I have obviously blown any chance with James) I won't be so anal, and let him wrap me in his arms.

I promise.

I closed my journal. Sadness was quickly welling up in the bottom of my heart, and my eyes.

All those years I had thought I was too good for James.

I had convinced myself that no matter what, I would never allow myself to be swept off my feet by some bloke on a broomstick.

But the truth is James Potter was a snitch flying rapidly out of my grasp.

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