I had tried everything I could to forget about James Potter, but he was always there. He had asked me out every time he saw me whether it was just the two of us or if we were surrounded by friends and enemies. I always rejected him. He had sent me flowers and chocolates and other corny romantic gestures that I couldn't help, but find sweet. Somehow he knew that my favorite flowers were tulips and that I only liked pure chocolate. I threw them away in front of him, but I couldn't help but sneak down and take the tulips out of the trash. He had told me that he loved me. I couldn't bear to hear it so I sent a sarcastic comment his way and walked away. My heart was breaking the entire time. He would stop asking me out, but stare at me in class and I called him a stalker. And then he had changed. I pretended not to notice the way he didn't start fights with Snape anymore or the way he never bothered me. He started paying attention in school and took his job as Head Boy very seriously.
I don't know what possessed him to do it. One moment I was sitting by the lake reading one of my favorite romance novels. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me. I didn't notice his presence until I felt his lips against mine. I knew it was him without even glancing in his direction. All thought left me and I couldn't help but kiss him back. My arms involuntarily moved around his neck and his arms snaked around my waist. I couldn't help, but move my hands into the black locks that I had dreamt about touching. He deepened the kiss and I allowed him to.
The kiss ended too soon and my eyes flew open. James was there, a smirk playing across his features. I wanted to slap him, but I couldn't. "Don't you ever do that again," I said. It was all I could manage to get out. I stood up and began to walk away when he stopped me by pressing his lips against mine.
I melted just as I had before. James ended the kiss and grinned. "I will never give up on you, Lily Evans," he said and walked away.
And that's when I knew. I could never forget James Potter.
A/N: I wasn't going to write a second part, but then I did, obviously. I think I might write a third section, but I'm not sure. R/R.