Lily sat up in bed and looked at her muggle alarm clock for the tenth time. 2:16 AM. She slapped her hand against her forehead and fell back against her pillows. Why in the devil am I worried about Potter? He's a big boy. A very big boy. Lily blushed and mentally kicked her conscience for being perverse. But a girl could only be teased with temptation so many times before it gets her. Lily had caught James coming out of the shower a week ago and could not kick the image of his half-naked body out of her corrupted brain. Things seemed to change in the week previous. Like a blanket of tension would settle every time they happened to come into close proximity. Basically whenever they were in a room together.

It did not escape Lily's attention that James had been going out more than usual and getting foxed every night since their awkward encounter. This was the latest he had been out though, and it was making her worry. She struggled and wrestled with sleep and it did not come for worry and images of naked James Potter invaded her brain every time she closed her eyes. Her only condolence was that he was perhaps sleeping over with his best mates. Or perhaps he was only out late because it was a weekend and there was that party in the Hufflepuffs' Common Room.

She tried to reason with herself that she would not be worried if he wasn't the Head Boy, because she would not be expecting him to show up. But of course he was her fellow Head. And it was his bloody fault that she wasn't getting her beauty sleep.

Lily was still not entirely over the fact that James did indeed make Gryffindor Head Boy. She was actually jealous of the fact that he did not study and still managed to receive O's in almost every subject. Lily pounded her pillows with her fist. Stop thinking about Potter.

It did not take a seer to predict that Lily would make Head Girl. She was a brilliant student, surpassing almost all of her classmates in nearly every subject. So when she received her letter she was not completely shocked to find a gold badge clattering out onto her kitchen counter. In fact she was completely pleased as she scanned her Hogwart's letter. However, her eyes stopped short when she read that James Potter was her fellow head. Shock could not be a word to describe Lily Evans at that precise moment. Her mouth fell open and her eye began to involuntarily twitch as the letter slid from her hand to the floor. Quite frankly, it looked like she should have been institutionalized. Of course it didn't help matters that she was muttering to herself: "A mistake…Obviously a mistake. Just a typing Error. That's it Evans."

Lily shuddered at the memory and quickly pushed it aside. By the time school came she was surprised to find that she was actually looking forward to seeing Potter. She of course spent the majority of her Summer thinking of 100 new ways to embarrass or reject James, but that is an entirely different story. What did shock Lily was the fact when she actually, physically seen James he perpetually ignored her. Merely tossed out a "Hey, Evans," before he disappeared for the rest of the train ride. Lily rolled to her side and kicked her sheets off.

A couple of months into school and after sharing the Heads' dorms, Lily had come to realize that James Potter had changed. Of course he was still the brash, cocky, arrogant prat he had always been. But now it was like he did not direct that attention towards her.

Lily had really never been a jealous type. She was after all a knock-out by any means. She stood at about 5'7 with her notorious red hair and bottle green eyes. Over the last couple of years her body had more fully matured and the sharp curves of her early teenage years dissipated and turned into well-rounded proportions. But she was becoming the jealous type now since James had been ignoring her. Every time she seen him hitting on some addled-brain bitch she wanted to step up and pull their hair out and destroy the beautifulness so that eventually she would be the only beauty in the school. Quite insane and self-centered…but one cannot control jealous tendencies…Right?

Eventually when Lily could not stand the cold shoulder from James no longer she finally mustered up the courage to pop the question.

"Why in the devil have you not asked me out yet Potter?"

"It's simple really, Evans," James replied, almost sounding bored. "I've come to realize what the word NO means…and all the other phrases you delicately rejected me with. That's what you wanted after all, right?"

Lily winced and thought about the times she had rejected James.

"Lils, will you please go out with me?"

"I'd would rather go to hell potter."

"Lilyflower, fancy a snog in the storage bin before classes?"

"Potter, I would rather snog the giant squid in the black lake."

"Lily! Everyday without you causes the strings around my heart to grow tighter!"

"GOOD! Maybe it will kill you one day!"

Lily sighed and sat up in her bed. So she had not been the nicest to James. She was rather confused each time he walked away looking hurt.

This year had actually been different. They actually talked now instead of fighting. And James still hadn't asked her out one, single time. She did feel selfish for wanting the feeling back of being the center of James' world. But indeed his asking her out had became a sort of her routine. She missed the interaction. So she had gone out of her way to try and make James jealous by dating several other guys. Trying to prod him into being the "old James". However, she was the one that ended up jealous every time she seen James with one of his whores. For the most part she had tried her hardest to harbor her jealous feelings, but a new gate opened this day a week ago when she caught James coming out of that damn shower. Of course it was by accident.

It was early in the morning and usually James slept in. However, as she opened the door to their shared bathroom she found to her great horror that a very naked James Potter already inhibiting the bathroom. He was turned, so he did not realize Lily's intrusion until he heard her gasp. Choking for breath more likely. Lily took in the sight of his long back that tapered down to his lean waist and firm, tight ass. Yes…tight ass. Quiditch was good for something. She was pretty sure she was in the process of dying from mortification as she choked on her breath, drawing James' attention. He merely just turned around and wrapped a towel around his waist. Upon seeing Lily's flushed face he raised a jet-black brow in amusement and asked if there was a problem. She couldn't stop her eyes from their downward travel from his lean, muscled chest and tight abdomen down farther…"What the devil are you staring at Evans?" James now seemed a little embarrassed and Lily could do no more than turn crimson and mutter a quick apology before she stumbled backwards through the door.

Lily was quite confused by her feelings but even more confused by how James responded. He went from amused to almost angry. Lily was a virgin, but she was not ignorant about sex and what went on between men and women. What she did not understand was that her "innocent" perusal of James' body got him a bit heated up and he did not want her to see.

Lily decided that she must have been awake for far too long for her brain was creating the most foolish notions. Her confusion seemed to dim and all that was left was a raw emotion. She wanted James. She shook her head and slipped off of her mattress. For now she would settle for a cup of water.