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The song is "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from the soundtrack of Disney's Hercules.

I Won't Say

If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!

If picking losers for boyfriends was an Olympic sport, I'd have the gold. Only two weeks had passed and Amos had already been caught ditching class to make out with his new girlfriend. Three times.

So, I'd sworn off men. 'Cause really, none of them are worth the heartache. That part of my life was history, though certainly a lot less boring than Binns' history. Point is, no more dating.

I let my chin sunk down to the desk and looked up at the students around me. Erin, one of my best friends, was taking notes next to me. That was a bit odd. I always took notes in Transfiguration. And she usually dozed off. Today, I was hardly paying attention at all. Nikky was on Erin's other side, watching a spider weave a web in the corner. I looked to the other side. Black was admiring his own reflection in the window, clearly pleased, and Potter was tipping his chair back on two legs and messing up his hair. Stupid Potter. Stupid hair.

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
He's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of

Erin pushed the parchment closer to me and I looked. Oh, she wasn't taking notes. She was writing one. To me.

Lily, you're staring at James again, it said.

Shit. I snatched it away and wrote back. I was NOT. I hoped she would believe that I had been staring into space or something…I had just glanced at him for a second! Erin read my note and started writing back. Had he noticed to? I glanced up and saw James Bighead Potter was watching me with a smirk. I felt the blush rising in my face and turned my gaze to inspect the grains of wood on the surface of my desk.

Erin's note slid over and I pulled it closer to read. Lily, you can lie to the rest of the world and to yourself, but Nikky and I know you better. You're practically transparent when it comes to guys.

I wrote my reply so quickly that my usually impeccable handwriting was terrible, and I punched a hole in the parchment. Potter has made it his personal mission to find out if I can actually get mad enough to breathe fire.

Erin read what I wrote and smirked, bending over the now-mangled parchment. Haven't you noticed that he's been way better lately? He calls you Lily, not Evans, and he's cut down on pranking Snape. Want more examples?

No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no
(You swoon, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh)

It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love

Had he? Come to think of it, I hadn't seen or heard of Snape being publicly humiliated in any way at all recently. Yes, I had noticed that he was calling me by my first name instead of my last, but we hardly talked anyway. Only when we absolutely had to, for Head Boy and Girl business. No, I do not. And I think I will make this very clear right now: James is just trying to play with me. Eventually he'll get bored with trying to be good and he'll go back to normal.

Why do you insist on being difficult? Erin passed her note back, looking at me with the same expression that she used when I refused to eat the mint humbugs at the banquets.

I blew a lock of hair out of my face in frustration. What do you think I am, a trashy romance novel character? Boy's been after Girl for years, she's never given him the time of day, one day she turns around and, boom, Girl realizes that Boy is drop dead gorgeous and why did she never realize it before? That is so not happening here.

Maybe you are a trashy romance novel character. Please at least admit you like him, Lily. A little bit?

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

I considered carefully before I wrote back. I decided to answer her, in a roundabout way. You'd think that a heart could only take so much abuse before it puts up a "closed" sign. I remember how great it felt when I started dating Amos. Having someone waiting on me, telling me I looked beautiful when I had woken up late, stuff like that. I know that I have to get control of my emotions NOW, before I end up exactly where I was a few weeks ago.

You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When ya gonna own up
That ya got, got, got it bad

It took Erin a while to read what I wrote, and I couldn't stop fidgeting while she did. Eventually, with a small smile, she started writing back. Maybe so. But however you decide to deal with this is not my problem (or Nikky's for that matter), but we're not going to let it go.

No chance, now way
I won't say it, no, no
(Give up, give in
Check the grin you're in love)
This scene won't play,
I won't say I'm in love
You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love

I glared at the parchment, angry that I had almost collapsed under her crafty interrogation. This is completely stupid. There is no way that I could ever think of Potter as anything other than an arrogant toerag.

You chuckled when you wrote that.

Crap, I had thought that was quieter. Because it's true! I'm not even going to do this anymore. Write notes to yourself if you want, but I'm going to listen. Some of us have marks to maintain.

No, you're going to watch the back of James' head.

I levitated the paper into the rubbish bin a few feet away.

You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it
(Girl, don't be proud
It's O.K. you're in love)
Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love

Erin pushed a fresh parchment towards me, but I refused to touch it. I tried to keep myself from reading it, but curiosity won over.

Look, all I'm saying is that it would be great if you liked him. He's changed a lot, but you haven't seen it because you're determined to find every possible reason to hate him. He's perfect for you, Lily. Just think about it, okay?

I muttered a vanishing spell and the parchment disappeared with a tiny puff of purple smoke. Erin smiled smugly, clearly satisfied that her mission had been accomplished.

I sat down in my desk and spent the rest of the period trying to hear McGonagall, but when the bell rang, I couldn't even recall what the lecture had been on. While everyone was busy shoving their materials into their bags and made for the door, I noticed James talking to Sirius on their way out.

Maybe I am in love, I thought. But I still won't say it.