"That James Potter!" Lily Evans thougth to herself as she ate her dinner. "Big headed, Ego inflated, Quidditch Jock! Just because he's Seeker and Head Boy he thinks he owns Hogwarts!"
She was looking up the Gyffindor table at him. He was turning water into wine and making his silverware float in mid air. He was such a show off. She couldn't stand him!
Then why was she thinking about his lips on hers. His arms wrapped around her, holding her as he kissed her with hot intensity. She loved the way "Evans" rolled off his lips, the way he studied everything with his dashing hazel eyes. Merlin's beard she couldn't stand him! Then she loved him. She had gotten 5 points taken from Gryffindor for daydreaming about him in Charms the other day. She turned beat red as he smirked at her and she whirled around in her seat and cursed him under her breath. Then there was the other day when he had laughed at Snape for suffering pixie bites. She didn't like Snape either, but that was no reason to laugh at his pain.
Her friends had told her that they thought her and James looked beautiful together. She told them they should see a "muggle head doctor" as her pure blood friends called them. Sirius had pointed at her and James while making kissing noises, and James had attempted to ask her out. Her reply was a flat out, "No."
She looked at her food and realized she wasn't hungry anymore and excused herself from the table. She walked up to her dormitory and flopped down on her bed. Instantly as she closed her eyes, she saw images of him and her together. Hand in hand walking by the lake, kissing, cuddling.
She cursed in anger and decided to start on her homework. She pulled out her half written essay on werewolves for Defense Against the Dark Arts. She stared at the last sentence...'the five signs of a werewolf are,'
Lily thought until her brain hurt. She tried to think and concentate on her homework but James kept popping up in her mind. She threw the parachament and book at the door just as her friend Audrey opened the door.
"Whoa! Lily! What's wrong?" She asked in a slight worried voice. She'd never seen Lily throw anything like a book. True she threw an orange at James Potter's head one morning, but a book was a lot heavier.
"Nothing Audery, sorry," she said as she summoned the book and essay with the Accio spell.
The tall, almond eyed, burnette looked at her friend with a look of doubt on her face. "You were thinking about Potter weren't you?"
Lily looked up and shook her head, "I can't stop thinking about him. It's driving me mad!"
"You are mad Lily, mad about Potter. You are in love," Audrey said.
Lily picked up the book and teasingly held it out like she was going to throw it again. "I'm not in love with that big headed jerk!"
"Easy Lily," her friend soothed, "I've seen you in the Great Hall and in classes. You are also staring at him. Even at Quidditch games you kept asking where James is..."
"Because he's the seeker! It's crucial to know where he's at!" Lily tried to defend herself.
"Lil, you've never cared about the game...just the seeker," Audrey said as she grabbed her bag to start on her potions essay.
"But..."
"Lily just admit it."
"I know I have to,"
"Then do it,"
"I can't."
