Hey guys! So this chapter is in Lily's P.o.V. And I know this one is REALLY short, but the chapter after this is one of my favorites so I hope that makes up for it!

Enjoy :)

HOW DARE THAT GIT! HE JUST SAID- AND JUST WALKED OFF AS IF- AND JUST UGHHH!

Lily was fuming mad with Potter, but also with herself. This was exactly what he had wanted, and she was basically just paving the road for him. She had let him get to her. Lily Evans did not let James Potter get to her, no matter what. She couldn't just open up to him because he held her bloody books, yet there she had been- flustered and blushing. Bleh.

Lily knew that she had been treading dangerous grounds the moment she agreed to Potter's Hogsmeade request- or rather, bribe- but this was downright preposterous! It had barely been a day, for Merlin's sake!

Lily sighed in self-reproach as she continued to write her essay on the twelve uses of dragon's blood, pushing all thoughts of James bloody Potter away...

The next day, Lily had barely stepped out of the Gryffindor common room before James appeared by her side, his trademeark smirk etched clearly across his face.

Lily groaned and quickened her pace. Unfortunately, James's long strides matched up perfectly with her hastened ones, and he was soon strolling along right beside her.

"What do you want, Potter?" she finally sighed irritably.

"Why, I'm just walking a fair lady to breakfast," he replied innocently, barely biting back his mischievous smile. "Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Lily rolled her eyes and continued walking, pretending not to notice as James shifted uncomfortably close to her, pretending not to feel a jolt as his curious eyes rested on her, and definitely pretending not to hear the rebellious voice inside her head as it quipped," Quidditch has done him good..."

"LILY!" she scolded herself.

"Just saying..."

Soon, the pair had reached the Great Hall and sat down to eat. James had taken a plate and already begun serving himself as Lily continued internally bickering with herself. She looked up with a start as James slid his plate towards her, and her jaw dropped.

"Blueberry pancakes dressed in hazelnut glaze with strawberries on the side. Your favorite, right?"

Lily was too stunned to answer; she continued staring between her plate and James in utter shock. Under any normal circumstances, she would have severely chastised James for having the audacity to watch her eat every day (Merlin, how odd was this boy?). However, Lily was facing no "normal" circumstances... where was the James that pranked her, mortified her, and made her feel like ripping out his very throat? This James- this new, polite James- was scaring her.

She was quickly losing what little respect she still had for herself by letting him play this game with her. She saw that he was gradually working his way to her, but she still had not done anything to stop him yet...

Bloody hell.