Disclaimer: All the characters that you recognize belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot of this story was greatly inspired by the movie, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

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Lily stood in front of the bathroom mirror, surveying herself for a moment. Today, she had bits and pieces of her long red hair tied behind her head, leaving the rest down. It made her face stand out against the sea of red behind her. She just finished putting a light coat of pink lipstick on and wore a neutral shade of eye shadow, nothing too special. Since it was Saturday, and classes weren't in session, she was able to dress in her casual clothing. She wore a tight white and navy striped shirt and a pair of hip-hugging jeans. Needless to say, she looked good.

She smiled, pleased with her appearance. Yet, she didn't look away from the mirror. She stared directly into her own emerald eyes. She smiled, seeing them sparkle. It was a sparkle that she hadn't seen in a while, one of happiness.

Standing there, she wondered what caused this new emotion to fill her eyes. The only aspect of her life that changed recently was being with James, but that couldn't be enough to make her feel this way, could it? True, she was having a good time, but it was different. This was James Potter that she was referring to: annoying, mean James Potter.

Still, she was feeling different recently. Her heart seemed to swell with joy whenever she thought about him, something she would never admit to her friends. Could she actually be falling for James Potter? He was certainly shaping up to be a nice guy, a real gentleman to her. Wasn't it only last night, as she was leaving his Quidditch practice, that she felt something new towards him? She told him he was good, but Quidditch wasn't what entered her mind as the words left her lips. She was thinking about what a great guy he was being towards her, he didn't complain once about all the pain she put him through. Maybe he truly did care about her.

Lily quickly shook her head, erasing the thoughts from her mind. This was James Potter she was talking about. He was certainly not a gentleman, nor did she feel anything about him. She wouldn't allow herself to. After all, she spent the past two years avoiding him and his persistence. She was not about to back down now, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of winning her heart.

She stepped out of the bathroom and went over towards Sam and Kelsey. "How do I look?"

"Lily, its eight o'clock on a Saturday morning, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Sam grumbled from her bed.

"Going to go see James," she answered, a perky smile playing at her lips.

"He's going to fucking murder you for getting him up," Kelsey mumbled, opening her eyes and yawning as she spoke.

"Only if I don't do it first," Sam moaned, still not bothering to open her eyes.

"Good," Lily said, picking up a large cardboard box as she spoke. "I knew it would drive him away." She smiled as she walked out of her dorm room and down the many flights of stairs that led to the common room. This was going to be fun, she could tell already. Moreover, it would certainly prove to everyone that knew the plan that she was not falling for James Potter, nor would she ever.

Once she reached the common room, she was not surprised at all to see if completely deserted. In fact, it looked more like an exhibit in a museum than a room that was still in use. Lily felt as if she should be reading a card, telling her that this was where young Gryffindor students spent hours playing games, doing homework, and chatting with their friends. Now, it was abandoned though, only traces of the activities remaining.

However, it made her task of visiting James quite easy. She didn't need to sneak into the boy's dormitory, careful that no one was watching her. Instead, she walked right up the stairs, stopping once she reached the seventh year's room.

Taking her chances that everyone was still in bed, Lily burst into the room. Just as she guessed, the four Marauders were all peacefully sleeping in their respected beds. She stood there for a moment, looking at James. He looked so innocent, so sincere. She felt her heart swell when she him roll onto his side, his back facing her. His hair was a disaster, at least more than usual.

She debating whether or not it was wise to continue on with the morning's plan; he just looked so adorable sleeping there, she wasn't sure if she had the heard to wake him. But no, she needed to do it. She needed to assure everyone around her, including herself, that she was not starting to like James Potter. She needed physical evidence of it.

Flipping on the light switch, she loudly exclaimed, "Good morning sleepy-heads!" Her tone was cheerful, way too jolly for a Saturday morning. A smile was plastered on her face giving her the illusion of having a clown's painted smile.

"Go away," the four boys grumbled, all thinking it was one of their friends trying to wake them in time for class.

"I said wake up," she repeated, this time louder, but with the same tone.

"I'm sleeping," James mumbled, diving his face under the covers.

Lily sighed before walking over towards James and sitting on the corner of his bed. "Wake up my Jamesie-wamesie."

James's eyes immediately snapped open, revealing his worst nightmare. Lily Evans was in his room. He felt his heart speed up, what on earth was she doing?

Looking back on the situation, it was very ironic that he loathed her being in his room. Just days before it would have been the highlight of his year, no the highlight of his life. If Lily was in his room four days earlier, he probably would have died and gone to heaven. Four days earlier, not even his wildest dreams would have envisioned this.

Now, however, was a very different story. Instead of the love he used to feel for her, he now felt fear. He was legitimately scared for his life. Just by being near her, she scared him, let alone in his room. This was a frightening situation.

"Lily!" he exclaimed.

"Good morning, Buttercup," she said, running her fingers up and down his arms. She could feel his muscles tighten beneath her grip. Oddly, however, she also felt her stomach jump and heart race during the swift motion.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting straight up. He was wearing an old and battered t-shirt to bed that night, one with pictures of Quidditch players zooming around on their brooms.

"I wanted to see you," she answered.

"It's eight o'clock in the morning," he stated, glancing at the clock near his bed.

"I know," she sweetly responded. "I'm an early riser."

"But its Saturday," he said, still in a state of disbelief.

"I know," she repeated before saying, "If you want to sleep, that's fine. I'll just watch."

James stared at her, not sure if he should be significantly frightened or not. Judging from the beaming look on her face, he voted that it was a safe bet to be scared. Was she stalking him or something?

"No, no, I'm up," he assured her.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Just fine."

"Me too," she informed him. "Did you have any dreams?"

"Nope."

"I did."

"That's nice," he answered, he was picturing the softness of his pillow again, angry that it the pleasure of getting a good night's rest was ruined.

"It was about you," she said, poking him in the chest as she spoke. Once again, she felt a jolt run through her entire body, an unexplainable force. She chose to ignore the rush of excitement, snapping her hand away from him. "I dreamt that we were together, but fifty years older. We were both sitting in rocking chairs, growing old together. In front of us were four little kids, our grandchildren…It was beautiful, when I woke up, I nearly cried with joy."

James stared at her. If he wasn't scared before, he certainly was now. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Of course," she lied. She looked at him, cocking her head slightly to the right and asked, "Why would I joke about something as serious as our future?"

"I'm not saying you would, it's just that, I um, well, you see," he stuttered, trying his best to think of an excuse. After several awkward moments of stammered words, James finally said, "I care about you so much, and I was just worried that you weren't loving us being together as much as me."

"Oh my God, James, you are just the sweetest man in the entire world," she squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned forward and laid a strong kiss on his cheek, making a loud "mwa" sound as she broke away.

She heard a stomp of footsteps coming from one of the surrounding beds, followed by Sirius saying, "That's it, I can't take it anymore. I'm out of here." This was shortly followed with two additional sets of footsteps launching from their beds and chasing down the stairs after their friend.

"I guess we're all alone now," Lily whispered into James's ear.

"I suppose so," he replied. For the first time in the past few days, he felt as if the good Lily, the one he fell in love with was finally about to emerge.

"I've wanted to do this so bad, since we were last interrupted in the Prefect's bathroom," she said, glancing up and down his body.

James could feel his heart beating fast, a hint of life was back in his eyes, one that disappeared during the past few days. "Really?"

"Of course," she answered, gently placing one hand on top of his. She felt his hand turn over beneath her touch, making it so that their palms gently touched. She could feel his pulse through his hands, one that made her heart skip a beat.

She mentally slapped herself. She was not going to be subjected to James Potter's charm. She wasn't going to let herself give up on the plan just to fill her physical desires.

"James, I've been saving this for a while," she slowly began. James's hands began to sweat beneath hers, his eyes never left her lips. They only intently stared, making sure not to miss a single word.

Still holding onto one hand, she reached her free hand towards the ground, still keeping her eyes focused on him. "I hope it satisfies you," she slowly said, enunciating each word.

He hungrily stared at her, his stomach nearly at his heart, racing with emotions. This was the Lily Evans he fell in love with two years ago. This was the Lily Evans that made his heart race faster than a racehorse. This was the Lily Evans that he knew and loved; sexy, cool, and beautiful.

She took her hand away from his, using it to help bring up a mysterious object from below his viewing point. "This is for you," she exclaimed, revealing the object from the cardboard box.

Suddenly, all of his emotions drained from his body. He sat there, a bewildered look on his face. In front of him was a bush. Not only was it a bush, but it was quivering, like a small child on a freezing cold day.

He stared at it for a full moment before focusing on Lily and stating, "It's a bush."

"Not just any bush," she joyfully said. "It's flutterby bush."

"Why did you get me a bush?" he asked in a deadly serious voice.

"It's to symbolize our love," she answered, smiling at him as she spoke.

"It quivers," he stated, watching the bush shake.

"I know, but I thought it was perfect," she dreamily said, admiring the bush as she spoke. "It's just like our love; it quivers to show that without gentle love and care, it's cold and incomplete. But with love and tenderness, just like our growing relationship, it will develop into a glorious plant, one that doesn't need to quiver anymore."

"It's a bush," he repeated.

"A love bush," she replied, smiling as she said "love."

"Right," he said, looking away from her. How could he have been stupid enough o believe that she was the cool, sexy, Lily Evans that he adored? Of course she was the evil Lily; she was always the evil Lily. There was nothing he could do to prevent the dramatic, overbearing, obnoxious Lily Evans from appearing.

"Do you like it?"

"Love it," he answered, grinning through clenched teeth. He needed to get away from her before she drove him insane. If it weren't for that stupid bet, he would have dumped her days ago. However, there was a bet, meaning he had to suck it up and deal with what she was throwing at him.

"Good," she cheerily replied. "Now, I've got to run, but I'll meet you later today, right?"

"Of course," he answered.

She got off the bed and stood up, bending down to give James another kiss on the cheek before leaving. Once again, she felt a rush of excitement as her lips touched his skin. She felt her face redden, knowing she shouldn't feel that way.

---

Later that day, once most of the student body was finally awake, Lily and James found themselves together again. This time, however, they were seated on the grass outside. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so they decided their time would best be spent outdoors.

"If you were to be any animal for a day, what would you be?" Lily asked, rolling over to face James. Previously, she had been lying on her back, feeling the warm sunshine heat her face.

"A stag," he answered, not bothering to think about it.

"Why's that?" she questioned.

"There's a lot of freedom; no one telling you where to go or when to be there. Stag's are fierce too, which most people don't know. Not fierce like a tiger, but in the sense that they have large, powerful antlers, something to protect themselves when there's danger. Mostly though, I like the freedom aspect about it. Running wild, faster than most animals, it almost sounds dreamy," he replied.

She stared at him, shocked from his answer.

"What?" he asked, observing her emerald eyes widen.

"Nothing, it's just, I never would have guessed that," she answered.

"Why's that?" he questioned, a slight smile forming at his lips.

"You're James Potter, that's all. Strong, macho kind of guy, doesn't take shit from anyone. Yet, you play it cool, as if there's nothing in the world that bothers you," she responded.

"Is that how you view me?" he asked.

"Well, yes," she honestly answered.

"Hmm," he simply responded.

"What's the hmm?" she asked.

"Nothing, it's just, you really don't know me at all," James stated, running his hand threw his messy hair.

"I don't? Do you mean to tell me there's more to James Potter than meets the eye?" she asked. Her smile matched James's; it was a smile of interest.

"What about you, Miss Evans?" he asked. "Is there more than meets the eye for you? Looking at you, and knowing you for the past six years, I've made up my mind; now tell me if I'm right… You're brilliant and want everyone to know it too. It's not because you want to brag about it, no it's far from that. But you've put up with enough shit in your right, shit about muggle heritage, that you feel you have to flaunt your smarts. You want everyone to know that you're just as capable, if not more capable then them. There's more though, ignoring your intellect. Inside, you're not exactly the Miss Perfect that you want everyone to think you are. You're still human, you've got emotions; sometimes you need to cry, sometime you need a good laugh, everything normal. But you are struggling to find yourself, and where you belong in the world. You can't make up your mind about it either, it's the one thing that makes you weaker than your peers, and you hate it. You don't want anyone to think you're weak."

Once he finished speaking, Lily could only stare at him. How was that he knew so much about her, when she knew so little about him?

"Am I right?" he asked, staring into her deep emerald eyes. He knew in his gut that he was completely correct about her, but he wanted to hear it from her. Of course, he concluded in not adding in her multiple personalities, knowing it would anger her. Instead, he focused on the Lily Evans that he was madly in love with, not the insane, crazy Lily that he needed to escape from.

"Perhaps," she replied, hating that he was right.

"What animal would you be?" he asked.

"An eagle, or a hawk," she answered.

"I'm not surprised," James informed her. "Both show a sort of independence, not wanting anyone to think of them as weak. At the same time, they show the same as the stag does, freedom. Flying away from the world, flying away from the image that you've built up for yourself. And that, Lily, is my final assessment of you. Sometimes, you just want to scream 'screw it' at the top of your lungs and go for what your heart truly desires, ignoring what your friends, family, and brain are telling you. But you don't, you're too afraid to let your heart take control."

Lily hated his answer, she despised it. In fact, she despised it just as much as she despised James himself. How could he assert such accusations as to what her heart desired? He knew nothing about her, or what her heart was feeling. Not to mention the fact that she was not afraid to let her heart take control. How dare he say such inaccurate things? He didn't know anything about her feelings, not a thing. Did he?

Changing the subject, Lily quickly said, "So tell me, what's it like being captain of the Quidditch team?"

James knew she was purposely changing the subject, but didn't press on any further. He hit home with that last comment, showing her what she refused to believe. He let the new topic slide, and replied, "It's a lot of fun, but can be hard work."

Lily watched as he went into detail explaining to her the details that captains have to deal with opposed to being just a member of the team. He spoke with a lot of enthusiasm, showing his love and devotion to the sport. A light in his eyes danced as he spoke, a light that she had seen only once before, while they were in the Prefect's bathroom, before their moment was interrupted. She tried not to think about that though; she wanted to forget that she almost had legitimate feelings for James.

Then again, he looked adorable as he spoke. It made her feel as if she were right in the action with him as he described his first win as captain last year. Overall, it was a good conversation. Lily laughed when appropriate, showed sympathy when necessary, and even acted shocked when suitable.

"You know, the Ravenclaw versus Slytherian game is probably still going on, we could check that out if you want," Lily suggested.

"Sure," he replied. His heart sped up, despite the early morning wake-up; this was turning out to be an amazing day. The Lily Evans that he fell in love with was back again, she was perfect.

"Oh, and Lily," he added. "You know how there's that Hogsmeade trip tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like to go with me?"

"I'd love to," she answered, a smile playing at her lips.

On the way to the Quidditch Pitch, James hung his hand down low, hoping that it might bump into Lily's un-expecting hand. To his luck, or more to his purposeful arm swinging, his hand gently breezed against Lily's. He glanced over at her to find that she was looking up at him. He smiled slightly, taking her hand in his. She smiled too, and while talking up a storm, the young couple made their way into the stands.

"There's the rest of the Marauders, if you can handle sitting with them for the rest of the match," James said, pointing to his friends with his free hand.

"I don't know, it may be difficult," she teased, a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Come on then," he replied, guiding her through the crowds of people.

The Marauders all politely greeted Lily, despite the fact that she woke them up early that morning. In return, Lily was pleasant with them as well, even starting to like their sarcastic comments and yelling throughout the match. In fact, she really couldn't blame their loud yells at all. The Slytherin team was such a dirty team, breaking all the rules and being rough throughout games.

"Oh, come on," Lily shouted, getting very into the game as she saw the referee look away when the Slytherin chaser purposefully tried to knock one of the Ravenclaw chasers off his broom.

"You're quite the Quidditch fan," James commented.

"This is nothing, you should see me when Gryffindor is playing," she answered, grinning at him.

From behind her, Lily heard "Psst, Lily." She turned around and saw Rina standing there, beckoning Lily towards her. Lily turned to James, told him she'd be right back and marched up a few rows to meet Rina.

"What?" Lily asked, staring at her roommate.

"You and James look quite comfy down there," Rina commented, referring to the fact that James lightly had his arm draped around her waist.

"We're just watching the game," Lily replied.

"Okay, it's just that it certainly didn't look like you were trying to drive him away," Rina said.

"Well, I'm working on it," Lily snapped.

"Fine, fine…All I'm saying is that it didn't seem like you were trying very hard, unless, of course, you've started to like James," Rina slightly said. She knew it would get a rise out of Lily, make her roommate prove that she didn't fancy James Potter at all.

"What? That's absurd. I would rather kiss a toad's ass than actually fancy James," Lily forcefully answered. "I'm just working up to the plan…it's hard at the Quidditch game, but once we go back to the castle, I've got tons in store."

"Okay, just checking," Rina replied.

With that said, Lily turned on her heel, leaving Rina behind her. She sighed, knowing that her most hated roommate was right. She needed to stop being so nice to James. She needed to start losing him again.

Once Lily regained her spot next to James, she looked out and saw the two seekers high above their heads, neck and neck. She peered into the distance, wondering if they truly saw the golden snitch. Soon enough, her thoughts were answered when she heard a nearby second year exclaim that he could see the golden ball zooming a mere five feet in front of the two seekers. It was certainly a race between the two teams. No one was sure who would eventually grasp the tiny ball.

Lily suddenly thought of an idea. It would be harsh, a very mean thing to do, but it needed to be done. "James," she whined.

"What?' he asked, not taking his eyes off the game.

"I think I lost an earring," she complained.

"I'm sorry," he replied, still oblivious to her sadness.

"James, it's a diamond earring, and it's really valuable," she told him, slipping one of the rhinestone gems out of her ear and safely placing it deep inside her pocket.

"We'll look for it when the match's over," he assured her.

"No, I need it now," she whined, putting a large emphasis on "now."

"But it's almost over…Go! Go!" he said, shouted at the Ravenclaw seeker as she zoomed past them.

"James," Lily complained, finally drawing his attention to her. "I need it now. Help me look for it."

Sighing, James tore himself from the game and began to look around the floor for the earring. "I don't see it," he said.

"Keep looking," she replied. "I'm checking my robes, maybe it got stuck there." Of course, her opinion of checking her robes consisted of patting down herself while locking her eyes on the game. She could feel her heart rate increase as the seekers came closer and closer to the snitch. They were advancing at the same rate, only inches away from the ball.

An instant later, the crowd erupted into a gigantic applause. The Ravenclaw seeker caught the snitch! Every house with the exception of Slytherin was exploding with joy.

James looked up and asked, "She caught it? I can't believe I missed it."

"Yeah, it was incredible, but it's too bad you missed it," Lily replied.

"Crap," he moaned, very angry that he missed the adrenaline rushed ending to a great game.

"Next time," she said, patting him gently on the back.

James just stood there, shocked. This was the first time in his Hogwarts career that he missed the ending to a match. He was so disappointed.

To make matters even worse, Lily suddenly announced, "Oh, here it is. It must have gotten stuck on my cloak."

---

Hours later, James and Lily parted ways for the remainder of their afternoon, both explaining they needed to spend time with their friends. James and the rest of the Marauders were all in the common room, enjoying a relaxing afternoon. None of them saw the petite red-haired girl sneak past them and run up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, nor did any of them see her sneak back to her own door several minutes later. They were too focused on their own conversation.

"She's amazing," James said, plopping hard against one of the plush red chairs.

"I thought you said she was psychotic," Remus commented, referring to none other than Lily Evans.

"Well, she can be. But there's this other side of her, one that is incredible. Like today, for instance, after the whole waking me up this morning incident, she was acting like herself. She was being the fun, sexy, and smart woman that I fell in love with two years ago," James explained.

"But what about her other side? The one that won't shut up and is annoying as hell?" Sirius asked.

"I know, I know…She drives me crazy when she's like that, but when the good Lily comes out, it's like magic. I'm not talking about wand waving, wizard magic, either. I'm referring to the type of magic that when I look into her eyes, I know I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl," James confessed.

"Does she feel the same way?" Peter questioned.

"Sometimes, I think she really does. Like this morning, when we were in my room. I don't know what it was, but I felt like she truly cared about me… I don't know though. I think she's holding back. Maybe she does love me, but she's too afraid to admit it, even to herself," he answered, analyzing her personality.

"Love though? Really?" Sirius asked, looking doubtful.

"Yeah."

"Prongs, don't get me wrong, but you've been dating for four days. She can't possibly love you. And you can't love her either, it's just not reasonable," Sirius exclaimed.

"You're only saying that because you want to win the bet," Peter snapped.

"That's right, the bet," Remus said, a delightful smile on his face. "I hate to break it to you Padfoot, but James's odds are certainly looking better every day."

"You guys, shut up," James suddenly said. "Tracey just walked in." He pointed to the girl, which instantly quieted all of the Marauders. They couldn't afford to have Tracey overhear their conversation, just in case she reported back to Lily.

"Sirius, there you are," Tracey said, walking over to her boyfriend and smiling.

"Hey Trace," he responded. "Before you sit down, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Um, alright," she answered, leading the way to an abandoned section of the common room. "What's up?"

"This may sound like a weird question, but does Lily really like James?" Sirius asked, giving her a sincere look.

Tracey only stared at him, casually biting her lower lip. Should she tell him about the plan? After all, he was her boyfriend. Didn't he deserve to know the truth? Then she remembered her promise to Lily; she swore on her mother's life that she wouldn't ever inform one of the Marauders about the plan. She couldn't break that promise, she just couldn't. Tracey knew what she had to do, she needed to lie.

"Doesn't it look like she does," Tracey commented.

"Shit," Sirius muttered.

"Why?" she asked, suddenly looking very suspicious.

"It's nothing," he began, but after a moment he changed his mind and admitted. "James and I have a bet going on. I told him that if after ten days, if Lily loves him, I'd owe him fifty galleons. If she doesn't, or if they don't make it the full ten days, I win…So far, it doesn't look like I've got a very good shot at the money."

"Wow," was all Tracey managed to say.

"Don't say anything though, James would kill me if he found out you knew," he begged.

"I won't say anything," she promised.

Meanwhile, back to where James, Remus, and Peter were seated, Remus stood up and yawned. "You know, I think I'm going to go upstairs and take a nap, I'm feeling kind of tired."

"Alright, see you at dinner," James commented before turning to Peter and asking. "Want to play wizard's chess?"

"Sure," the pale haired, blue-eyed boy answered.

However, there game had barely started when Remus Lupin came running down the stairs. His yawning stopped and he was looking refreshed, only five minutes later. "James, I think you need to go upstairs for a minute."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Go upstairs and look," Remus replied.

"What? Is Lily up there?" James whispered.

"Something of hers is up there," Remus answered, his eye wide open.

James furrowed his brow for a moment before getting off the chair. He walked up the stairs, taking his leisurely time. He was curious as to what could be up there. Remus didn't look thrilled about it, but he didn't look upset either. It almost seemed as if he were frightened from what he saw.

He sighed as he opened the door. There was only one way to find out what was bothering his werewolf friend.

Instantly, he knew what it was. James looked at his bed and his eyes shot wide open. The red bed curtains were no longer there. In there place, stood long, see-through, pink curtains. He rushed over to the bed, ripping open the curtains. Sitting on his bed was a collection of teddy bears, all looking too cheerful for their own good. He couldn't believe his eyes; there were probably twenty bears sitting there.

"Oh no, no, no," he said aloud, sounding horrified as he spoke.

James ran into the bathroom. He needed to splash some water on his face, cool down a bit. There was too much pink for him to handle, it wasn't safe for a man's pride to have this much pink in one given area.

However, when he opened the door to the bathroom, he felt his heart sink. More pink. He couldn't believe it. Lining the showers, there were no longer white curtains. Instead, pink curtains with frilly, flowery shower rods lined each of the four showers. Framed along the mirror, James saw butterfly posters, all pink, yellow, and purple.

Still, he rushed toward the sink and fiercely turned on the faucet. He splashed cold water onto his face, relaxing his nerves slightly. With water still in his eyes, he reached for a towel, but knocked down a hard tube in the process. Finally, his hand grasped the small towel and he dried his face.

James then bent down to pick up the dropped item. However, as it came into view, he immediately dropped it. It was a tampon, wrapped in pink packaging. He felt his heart beat faster, what was this doing here?

He immediately ran toward the closet door, slamming it open. Inside, he saw an entire box of tampons. More than that, however, were other girlish products. He saw a tube of lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, a hair dryer, a woman's shower razor, and bubbles for a bubble bath. This was insane. Lily Evans had taken over his bathroom.

Frantically, James stormed out of the bathroom and marched over to his bed. Yes, this was pink too, but not as severe as the bathroom. He looked at his bedside table, realizing that something was not quite right about it. Where Quidditch trophies and magazines once stood, were now framed pictures of Lily. Three of the pictures were framed in heart-shaped picture frames. One of them was signed, a note informing him of her undying love for him.

He stood up, backing away from the bizarre scene before him. This was weird. No, it was beyond weird, it was eerie. He and Lily had been dating for four days, why was her picture plastered all over his belongings? Why were her bathroom products in his bathroom? Why did he have twenty teddy bears lining his bed?

He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get out of the room. This was too much. There needed to be boundaries in their relationship, ones that included Lily not entering his room.

James ran out of the room and bolted down the stairs, in desperate need to talk with his close friends. To his displeasure, however, he saw Lily sitting with Remus and Peter, a smile on her face.

"Hi James," she brightly said.

"Hello," he weakly responded.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Fine," he hesitantly answered.

"I was just talking with your friends here, looking for you," she informed him. "But now that I've found you, I just wanted to let you know that I told Sam and Kelsey that I'd have some girl time with them tonight, you can hang out with your friends."

"Okay," he tentatively said.

"Oh, and James," she began.

"Yeah?"

"I really don't see what you were talking about, your friends don't seem so simple minded," Lily said, a smile on her face as she walked away, leaving him speechless.

Author's Note 2: Hey guys, I hope you all enjoyed chapter eight! I know, there were some very close things with the movie, but I couldn't resist putting in the "love fern" thing. Also, I know it may seem like the story is kind of flip-flopping with when Lily is nice to him and when she is being mean and cruel, but she's very unclear about how to feel towards him herself! Anyways, please review! It makes the writing process much faster!