A.N: Okies...this is a rather rambling one-shot...and even I don't know if it makes sense! Please review and tell me if you understand a word of what this is about, 'cause I definatly don't...

I've come to the conclusion that I'm in the grip of some terrible, yet absolutely wonderful dream. I know there's no way this would be happening to me if I was awake, right?

Am I right? Maybe I've been knocked unconscious and I'm living in an alternate universe, whilst my body lies in a comatose state, with all my friends mourning over me. Just my friends, not her. She'd never mourn my passing in the real world. She'd most probably throw a party to celebrate my demise if anything.

But maybe in this alternate world she'd don herself in black from head to toe and stay by my dead body for eternity, bereft with grief.

I'm not making much sense, am I?

Perhaps that's because I'm in love.

I'm deeply, madly, intoxicatingly in love with one, Lillian Marie Evans, and I'm clinging to the wild hope that she just might love me back. I don't think she does though, she hates me.

Although a few seconds ago she came up to me and pressed her lips to mine. Perhaps that's a clue that she does love me back…although, that kiss was rather brief….

But dear Merlin, it made me feel absolutely fan-bloody-tastic!

Then again…she might just have been drinking too much Butterbeer and mistaken me for her boyfriend…

That can't be right, she doesn't even have a boyfriend. No idea why though, she's the most good-looking girl in our class: pale skin lightly dotted with freckles, beautiful red hair that's unique in every way, and stunning emerald eyes that remind me of a necklace my mother had when I was younger…I really liked it, too bad I accidently smashed it to pieces after I'd…but that's going off the point.

My point is, she's a stunner, and if any boy doesn't see than then…oh wait…the reason she doesn't have a boyfriend is because I threatened to kill anyone that stood within a 5 mile radius of her…that's right…

Well, I can't let anyone else touch my girl now, can I?

…I really need to stop with the rhetorical questions to myself, it's not healthy…

Merlin, her lips were soft, and they tasted nice…like strawberry flavoured lip gloss,not that I've ever tried strawberry flavoured lip gloss….

It was much better tasting than that vanilla one Sirius keeps in the bathroom cabinet and puts on when he thinks we're not looking…

Oh, she's pulled away…when did she do that?

Uh-oh, she's looking at me funny, like I've done something wrong, or said something…now she's going to speak…

"James, you do know you've been talking to yourself the entire time I've been standing here, right?"

A.N: Well? Did it make any sense? This is what happens when our P.E teacher is off sick and we have to sit in the back of the German classroom with nothing to do for an hour and a half...

Please review! It would make my flu-induced day a whole lot better!