A.N: Thanks sooo much for the reviews for my first chapter! I might not be able to post as fast as I would like 'cause of school and stuff, but I'll try my best!

Disclaimer: Ok, we all know that I don't own Harry Potter, even though I wish that I did…

Ok, considering I am now going on holiday with the worst people in the world, I don't really feel that bad. I mean, with a whole family of wizards coming with Petunia will have to keep her remarks to herself. And it certainly will be interesting with Black and James causing mischief…

Oh Merlin, I just called him James in my mind! If my best friend Alice were here, she would say it was a sure sign that I liked him, seeing as I've only ever called him Potter. She'd be wrong; I don't like him in any way possible…I hate him!

Well…then again, I'm not really sure I've ever hated him, it's just the things he does to infuriate me- like ask me out 10 times a day- and the way he acts as if he owns the school.

But he said to me on the plane- he somehow managed to get a seat next to me, and as I was sitting next to the window, I couldn't do much about it- that he would change his personality- hexing other students, pulling dangerous pranks, being the stupid egoistical git he is- for two reasons.

One because he was Head Boy- Head Boy! Head Boy I tell you! Has Dumbledore gone insane! James Potter as Head Boy…I'm doomed…- and he wanted to make a good impression and the other- I'm still shocked by this- was me. Me!

He said he was sorry for the way he had acted over the years and that he was really going to try to change for me. I was in complete shock and he just stared at me, as if waiting for my reaction.

When I finally found my voice I said that if he could change it just proves miracles can happen. He looked sort of pleased with this, since I didn't snap at him or burst out laughing at what he had said. Then he said if he changed would I consider going out with him, and before my brain could come up with a suitable comeback my mouth had already said, "We'll see."

In revenge my brain has since stopped my mouth from functioning and I just found myself stealing glances at him as we got off the plane, and when we looked around each others places- mansions, in Potter's case, it's just down the road from where we are staying and it's huge! – Right up to now when he is sitting across from me at a Spanish restaurant talking animatedly to Sirius about Quidditch.

His messy hair looks even more messy than usual, when he's really involved in what he's saying his hands move about and he has dark, hazel eyes that you can lose yourself in…

Wait. Stop.

I've just read what I put and it sounds like…like I'm in love with Potter or something! I mean…I'm not. I don't hate the boy, but I wouldn't go as far as saying I loved him. Lily Evans and James Potter just don't go together.

Anyway, my food's just arrived, I probably will write more when I get back to my villa.

Birthday count: 6 days

A.N: There you have it, an update! I don't know if this chapter was a bit short, but if they are, I'll try to make them longer. Please review!