As I woke up on February 14th I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something on my terrible day prediction- terrible allergy aggravation. I am allergic to roses, which my roommates find hilarious. I sneezed violently into my pillow. Without even opening my eyes, I knew Ashley Marcs had received pink roses because her bed is closest to mine and I never have a more violent reaction than with pink roses around. I shove my head into my pillow in attempt to shield my senses from the offending floral arrangements.

Knowing that staying in the room would just cause my sneezing to get worse and my eyes to poof up, I rolled over to look at my clock. I reached my hand out to move the random object on my side table out of the way. It was 6:40am- far too early for any normal human to be awake. As I went to place the object back on the counter, I froze. I looked down into my hand as I held back another sneeze. Red foil coiled gracefully around the top of a green stick. On the red was a sticker that reads "Honeyduke's finest chocolate rose." Very confused, I lay the chocolate back beside my clock. 'Since when does Bella buy me Valentines Day gifts?'

I go and take a shower and return to see the girls stirring, some even beginning to admire their gifts. Ashley deeply breathed in the scent of her smelly pink roses. She looked at me apologetically knowing my intense allergies. She knows, however, I would never ask her to move them. Not today. Grabbing my swimming nose pugs from the very bottom of my trunk, I began getting dressed with less sneezing then when I first stirred. By the time all the girls were moving for the showers, I was ready to go. As Bella rushed out to the bathroom running slightly behind her beauty schedule, I yelled after her, "Meet ya in the commons."

Once everyone had retreated I slung my bag upon my shoulder and looked in my vanity mirror fingering my red curls. I cock my head and removed my nose plugs with a smirk. I shrugged at my appearance and looked back at my side table. Silently, I grabbed the chocolate flower and began my slow decent to the common room. Upon arrival, I distractedly floated over to my favorite coach by the fire. I vaguely recognize the boys anxiously pacing below the girl's staircase holding bouquets of various flowers.

Resting my elbows on my knees, I stared at the chocolate. Bella would have been rubbing it in my face how great of a friend she was for buying me chocolate if she bought this for me. So who did? I watched the red foil catch the light mesmerized. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Whipping around, I met warm hazel eyes reflecting the same flickering firelight I had seen in my rose. "You alright Evans?" Asked Potter with a confident smirk, "You looked hypnotized."

I matched his smirk. "I like the fire. Bit of a pyromaniac actually," I replied calming twirling the flower around my fingers. His smirk faded to a smile that almost looked affectionate. I followed his gaze to the flower between my fingertips. I shoved the distracting object into my bag. "So do you have a purpose for knocking me from my trance Potter or are we over due for a public display of aggression?"

He shook his head and ruffled my hair. I made a disgruntled noise. "Happy Valentines Day Red," he replied and walked away and out of the portrait hole. I watched him depart in disbelief. Shaking my head, I pulled out my rose and took a bite. Milk chocolate is really the way to my heart.

After waiting another 15 minutes, I settled down for breakfast with Bella who was able to bat away her date after a short conversation filled with BS about building up anticipation for their coffee date later. I watched the owls swoop down with flurries of pink and red, the occasional piece of white lace fluttering off the cards and onto the floor. My normal Prophet came swooping down to me. Finished eating and waiting for Bella to finish her slow pace, I open the paper. We sat like that until I let the paper drop onto the table. Bella looks into my face. If she could read it, it would read, "Here comes the typical Lily Evans Valentines Day."

She picked up the paper herself and scaned the page before standing from her seat and signaling for me to follow her from the hall. I obediently stand and follow her out. As soon as we step out, she wraps me in her arms as I bury my shocked face into her shoulder.

Diggory and Brookes to Marry

As reported by Madam Pricilla Diggory, Mother of Amos Diggory, Amos Diggory has proposed to Angela Brookes, Witch Wear Model, and she has accepted. After a whirlwind romance of five months, the couple feels ready for this huge step. "I couldn't be happier for my son," explains Madam Diggory. "Angela is a fantastic woman and I look forward to having her in the family and no one can deny that those two will have some good looking kids."

Bella and I made our way to Potions slowly. I was still leaning on Bella for support. "At least I was sitting when I read it," I said trying to make light of the situation, "It wouldn't do well for me to just collapse over an ex-boyfriend's proposal announcement to a supermodel."

"Look on the bright side," said Bella as she guided me to my seat, "At least the girl who got him was a supermodel. I mean, a supermodel's fiancé asked you out!" I let out a light smile and looked forward.

And I looked straightforward. If I looked to her left, I could see out the window to the exact maple tree Amos and I had once climbed. If I looked to my right, I could see Amos's cousin Drew who was casting the occasional glance at me as if to see how I was holding up. Drew and I got on well but I often had trouble not feeling awkward when talking to him.

Practically running from the room upon the signal, I raced to Defense against the dark arts, my supposed only reprieve from Valentines Day hell after 2 hours of learning Love Potion and infatuation concoction theory.

"Today we will be discussing the unforgivable curses. I am sure you all know all three. We shall begin with the imperious curse," began Professor Johnson, flicking his wrist and conjuring notes about the curse. I sighed in relief. Love nowhere in sight.

The class jotted down the notes and looked up upon completion. "Now then, as you should understand from the above information, imperio can make you do anything… or almost. Internal power can really help, pushing that desire to do as said from you, rationalizing, but contrary to popular belief, there is a different way to defeat the curse." The class leaned forward. "Love," he said simply. I let my head drop to the table as the class looked around at each other.

"Hush now students," exclaimed Johnson. "Now I am not your typical lovey dovey kind of guy," the class laughed. "But love is the most powerful thing in the world, magical but so far beyond. No magic can compare to love."

I walked out of the classroom in a horrible mood. "My one opportunity for escape RUINED!"

Bella was doubled over. "Classic Lils. Your head just clunked on the table perfectly when he said love. I hope you're proud of me for placing my own silence charm on myself."

"And I hope you're happy I took it off." We laughed as we moved towards the great hall.

"Now if this prank doesn't happen, I'm dropping divination because there would be no way I would pass the N.E.W.T.," I exclaimed as we turned the corner to the entrance hall.

A large crowd had gathered by the doors to the hall. Laughter sounded from the front of the group. "I think your crystal ball isn't quite broken yet darling," whispered Bella. We pushed our way to the front of the group and I let out a carefree laugh. The great hall was filled up to waist height in carnations.

"Imagine they were roses," said Ashley appearing at my side.

"Oh Merlin," I groaned, "Don't even want to imagine it." I said pushing my way towards the Gryffindor table. I turned around and looked at Bella and Ashley once halfway there. "Are you coming or are a few flowers going to stop you from getting your lunch?" I flipped my hair behind my shoulder but not before a flashbulb caught my eye. I turned to see James Potter with a camera.

I looked at him quizzically. "Trying to capture this masterpiece here," he said smirking.

"I figured you did this," I said placing a hand on my hip.

"Did I say I did this? Padfoot, did I say I did this?" he asked turning to his right hand man.

"No you did not. You are merely admiring the genius." Sirius said casually. "So you were talking about the importance of getting a proper meal Miss Evans and I must say I agree." He shuffled his way towards me and offered me his arm. "Shall we?"

I slung my arm through his. "Onward kind sir." We led the way towards the Gryffindor table, other Gryffindors following in our carved path of carnations.

Lunch was thoroughly enjoyable which surprised me because of the marauder's constant presence. I never disliked the marauders per say but often found them conceited and hard to be around for long periods of time. Maybe it was the ridiculous situation in which we were in where our legs were basically swimming in flowers but I couldn't remember a more enjoyable meal.

As the hall began to empty of people, not flowers, Bella took her leave to prepare for her date leaving me alone with the boys. I didn't really mind much. Sirius was cracking joke after joke keeping me quite entertained. After the hall was almost empty, Sirius, Remus, and Peter excused themselves leaving me with Potter.

I was in no rush to get to Hogsmeade nor completely thrilled with my current situation. I glanced over at Potter who was looking at me with a smile. "Do you like carnations?" he asked making conversation, fingering a yellow flower beside him.

"I like them much more than roses." I laughed as did he. "I'm deathly allergic."

"Oh I know," he said smiling into the carnation fondly. His head snapped up. He looked up at me with wide eyes, " I can hear you sneezing across the tower."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you could," I said with a smile. "Ashley got pink roses today and those are the worst."

"I'll be sure to get those for you next time we fight," he said popping a cookie into his mouth whole.

"Uh, how can you eat like that," I said half disgusted, half impressed. He shrugged as chewed the cookie. I looked around the empty hall. "Don't you have a date to meet Potter?"

Swallowing his cookie, he looked at me. "Nope. Who wants to deal with a relationship on the corniest holiday of the year?"

"Thank God, someone sane!" I said sinking into my seat. "The only good part of this holiday is the chocolate products."

"And where's your date Evans? Shouldn't you be primping?"

"You know very well I don't have a boyfriend or date."

"Do you want to go to the three broomsticks with me then?" I looked at him skeptically. "Not as a date though. Just as mates."

"Potter, we're not even mates!" I stood up from my seat and turned to move towards to doors.

"Just figured we could drown our sorrows in firewhiskey together. I can usually convince Rosmerta to sell the good stuff to me," he called after me.

I stopped dead. I heard him pushing his way through the carnations. When he was close I whispered, "Firewhiskey?"

I heard him laugh, his breath tickling my neck. I hadn't realized he had gotten so close. I turned my head to look at him. "Yes, firewhiskey. Oh, and to top it off, first round is on me." I raised my brows. "What can I say? I like to drink but drinking alone in general doesn't appeal, yet alone by myself." He looked me in the eye. "Wouldn't hurt to have a pretty girl to drink with either."

It was honestly a hard decision. Drink with an enemy… well, an old enemy, or risk not drinking at all and ending a lonely Valentines Day sober. I probably would have told him no if Drew Diggory didn't walk past the great hall doors towards to main entrance while I was making my decision. The newspaper announcement flashed through my mind. After that, it wasn't hard to figure out.

"Alright, you win Potter. I can't spend today sober. I'll meet you in the common room in a half hour." I began walking out the hall. I turned at the entrance. "Oh, and you're buying the first three rounds." With that I left a grinning Potter standing amongst the flowers.

It took me ten minutes to get up to the tower. My dorm was deserted, clothes thrown this way and that. I placed the nose plugs back upon my nose and pulled the chocolate rose out of my bag. It was now completely clear none of my roommates had given it to me. They would have mentioned it. As I popped a chocolate petal into my mouth, I thought about the night to come. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. I was going on a very date like trip with James bloody Potter. "I really hope he doesn't expect anything to come from this," I said into my reflection. Moving to my closet I threw on a pair of flairs and a yellow sweater. Throwing my winter cloak around my shoulders, I checked my clock and saw I still had ten minutes.

I moved over to my trunk and took out a lyrics book and flipped through it. I reached my best stuff. I had written it right after my break up with Amos. My gaze falls upon the last poem I wrote in the journal.

"I know you can't be mine,

And even if you could,

Could and would are different,

I question if you would.

I think I know my worth.

I'm worth more than I can see.

But the question I can't answer,

Is who is worthy of me?"

I hadn't dated since Amos. Mostly because I hadn't been asked much. I often questioned if I was unattractive or unlikable in someway. After a while, I figured no one asked because my mind was so set on other things like school and my residual feeling for my ex-boyfriend. I closed the book and set it back in my trunk. Taking a deep breath, I moved to the vanity mirror once more.

"Well, at least I'm getting sloshed tonight," I said to my reflection. I wasn't an alcoholic. In all honesty, I rarely drank and still do not drink much to this day. However, I did like to have the occasional rebellious action and drinking satisfied that for me. "Let's drink Potter under the table shall we?"

"Go get 'em!" said my mirror as I moved towards the door.

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I like Bella a lot in the story but later she will become less the super hero friend don't worry. She will fall into the age old problem of time management. Can you guess what it is? I tried to throw in a little James fluff since this part of the story is more for my writing enjoyment rather than a parallel to my life, kinda just setting up Lily's relationship. The Character Drew in the his character represents Steve's brother who was in one of my classes throughout my senior year of high school usually sitting diagonally a seat a way. We may have exchanged 4 words the entire year.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. As much as I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the series.