A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, and sorry the last chapter was so short. This is much longer. I hope you like it. This is my first fanfic, so please review.

Disclaimer: What??? I OWN HARRY POTTER???? No? JK Rowling still owns it? Oh well. Maybe one day…

Chapter 3

Lily was in the library working on her Charms essay when the hunger pains began to kick in. She realized lunch was half over, and she had yet to eat a single bite. "Stupid Potter," she thought venomously, "If he hadn't been so keen on disturbing me, I would've finished." Her stomach growled and she stuffed her unfinished paper into her bag and took off for lunch disappointed.

Lily arrived in the Great Hall to find almost everyone gone. She sat down across from Black, who had a smiling Ella sitting on his lap chatting merrily. Grumbling, she dished up a pile of cold mush on her plate. She usually enjoyed Hogwarts food tremendously, but like everything, it was only good fresh. And warm. "Lily Billy!" someone shouted from behind. She turned her food covered face to see James pushing a first year girl so he could get closer to Lily. She rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

"You really shouldn't do that Lily darling." James said in a falsely sweet voice.

"And why's that?" Her reply was uncaring.

"If you roll your eyes to much they'll get stuck that way." He said simply.

"But I roll them so much; it would save me the trouble if they did." Lily stated sarcastically before returning to her almost empty plate. James threw his head back and laughed much too loudly. Then he flashed her his famous grin, and skipped away. Lily continued to inhale her food, and then headed to Potions.

She was almost late. Her feet hit the stone floor, and the sound echoed throughout the corridor. The bell was about to ring, and she couldn't afford to be late. She flung open the door to Professor Slughorn's class just in time. Dismay made her heart drop into her stomach like a lead weight as she saw who the only available partner was. It was Potter. Who else? She flopped into the seat beside him, a frown disfiguring her doll-like face. James gave her a flirtatious wave. The directions for their potion magically appeared on the board, and the students began. Lily tied her hair up and got to work. Potter put his feet up on the table and ruffled his hair. The rage began to build inside Lily as she measured out the ingredients. He began to write something on a piece of paper as Lily smashed dead beetles into a fine powder. She glared at him, and he continued to scribble away. With a suggestive wink, he balled up the paper and threw it at her head. She picked it up and opened it up. "WILL" It read in James' sloppy handwriting. Another ball of paper hit her head, this time mussing her hair. "YOU" was what the second ball said. Lily was about to explode when the third ball hit her head. "GO" What a waste of parchment. Lily continued to grind beetles, imagining each one was James and his annoying notes. The fourth one hit Lily's cheek, and James gave her a little smirk, noticing how red her face was. "She'll definitely say yes this time," he thought joyously, "Look how she's blushing!" Lily angrily opened the fourth note and read, "OUT." She was pretty sure she knew where this was going. "WITH" The fifth note stated. Frustration bubbled inside her stomach. The sixth note came flying her way. Unfortunately for James, this one didn't hit her. It hit the beetle powder that Lily had spent the entire period making. Lily didn't even need to read the note to know what it said. With shaking hands she opened it. "ME." She balled up the paper and threw it at James' head.

"NO POTTER! I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!" She screeched. And with that she began smashing the beetles harder than ever.

At dinner James sat beside Sirius, but felt ignored, since he seemed to pay more attention to Ella, again seated on his lap, twirling her long blonde hair as she talked away. That girl sure could talk. He stole a quick glance at Lily sitting across from the happy couple. She was looking down at her plate scooting the last potato around it. Her fiery red hair hung down in her face, covering her sparkling emerald eyes and porecelain skin, youthfully speckled with freckles. He couldn't believe she had said no. With a heavy sigh he left for the dormitories. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Sirius tonight.