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HALLO.

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"Knock it OFF, POTTER!" This boy would not leave me alone. I shoved him away and ran a hand through my messy, fiery hair. Not again. Not again. Not again!

"Please, Lilyyyyy? Please, please, please, plea-" I cut him off before he could continue.

What was that? The tenth time today?

"No, I wont go to Hosmeadge with you, Potter"

"No, I won't go to the Quidditch match with you, Potter"

"No, you can't take me to Three Broomsticks this weekend, Potter"

"NO POTTER"

"NO POTTER"

Well, you get the picture. After my second-to-last lesson, the fifth years had a free, so I dashed to the common room to hide.

Bad hiding place.

"Lils." Potter took a seat next to me and began playing with my hair. Twit. I decided the best move would be to start screaming at him and stamp my feet, but I had no more energy left for that kind of thing. So I tried my best to shoot him the filthiest look I could muster and slapped his hand from my agitated hair.

He started laughing. Obviously my "filthiest look" isn't so filthy. Damn it.

I buried my head in a cushion and mumbled something barely understandable.

"Shmphsfg Potter, gowayy"

It was that second that I clumsily fell off the couch. Isn't that just like me? To make matters worse I grabbed James by the shirt, and because he was off-guard, he fell on top of me.

A grin spread from one of his ears all the way to the other and in all the hype I had not realized that I was gripping his shirt with all my might. For a moment I was too stunned to move, as I studied his face. He had beautiful eyes, calming, with energetic sparks of colour splayed across his hazel eyes. All encircled by a deep mature oak colour. Wow. I was dumbfounded at his face. DARN YOU BRAIN GO AWAY I DON'T WANT YOU TO STARE! ALL SYSTEMS ALERT! ALL SYSTEMS ALERT! LET. GO. OFF. POTTERS. #*%&$*%^&ING. SHIRT!

Once I had come back to my senses (whom I was not talking to, they had failed me one time too many) Potter was smirking his cheeky little smirk. CHEEKY MONKEY. With beautiful eyes…SHUSH BRAIN.

Siiiigh.

That was not the end of my troubles, diary, OH NO! As I let go and Potter had me pinned to the Gryffindor rug and was breathing heavily, his stupid, stupid, breath-taking (BRAIN! I'M WARNING YOU), stupid grin. With the entire common room staring at us.

Sirius exploded with laughter.

Exploded, really.

I was worried for his life, even though I knew that if he didn't die from his explosion, I would strangle him to death.

Remus let out a little chuckle and raised an eye-brow in an 'I'm so mature; I don't find this kind of thing funny' and glided to the boy's dorm, followed by a sniveling Peter Pettigrew.

Hanna giggled her trinkly laugh, very mockingbird-esque. I glared daggers at her from the corner of my eye and commenced my screams.

"POTTER GET THE *$% OFF ME BEFORE I PUNCH YOU IN THE #*%#&ING FACE!" I shrieked theatrically. I banged my fists against his hard chest and stopped in my tracks. For some strange reason I wanted to feel the rest of his upper body. Quidditch seemed to have done wonders for it. Oh lord. SHUTUP BRAIN. My brain will really be the death of me. STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.

He winked and hoisted himself off me holding out a hand for me to take. A couple of wolf-whistles were all it took to for me to look at him coldly and stalk off to the girls dormitory, dragging Hanna by the hand.

"God, that boy is something Hanna!"

"He sure is" she said, trailing off with a feigned love-sick sigh.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?"

She hooted with laughter and I scowled.

"Nothing, Lily, it means nothing. Look just give him a chance? It seems as though he's really changed. More…fixated. Haven't you noticed?"

"I'm so mad right now, I could…push him under a bus…or spit acid…" I really hadn't thought about what I was going to do with him…with him…NO, TO HIM…TO HIM.

That sounded just as bad.

"Pleeeeease?"

My lord. She sounded like James. I attacked her with a pillow and rolled over in my bed. Well. I figured James had changed a teeny bit. But not much. I didn't really expect anything either. So it didn't bother me. Should I give him a chance? I should apologize…

NO LILY! What are you thinking? Don't apologize! What did you do wrong? Nothing, right?

Right?

But he had looked so sad when I shot him those glares. Not like last year when he would just laugh them off.

But it's not my fault, is it?

Is it?

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HALLO THERE!

Sorry, short chapter, wanted to update A.S.A.P :)

I'm still trying to work out my cryptic uploader so the formatting will probs be a bit weirddd.

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