Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling and therefore I own nothing but the plot.

Ever since Lily had heard that conversation in the Three Broomsticks, she had been doing a lot of thinking. Could Potter really be that arrogant? She asked Remus because she wanted to go with him, not because she was in love with Potter! Right?

NO! she scolded herself mentally. You do NOT love James Potter. He is an arrogant toerag that doesn't deserve his position as Head Boy. He has tormented you for six years. You do NOT love him.

Since that conversation, three more days had passed, and it was the Wednesday before the dance. Lily thanked God, because Wednesday was the one day a week that she didn't share a class with Pothead Potter.

First she had Potions, which Potter was too stupid to take.

Next she had Arithmancy, which Potter had not signed up for in third year.

She then had a free period that she, fortunately, could spend outside of his not-so-charming company.

She then had lunch, which she could spend with Mary and Alice.

Then, she had Ancient Runes, her last class of the day, which Potter considered a stupid subject.

Fortunately, she got to have Remus in all of her classes. Unfortunately, she also had to share them with Snape, plus a whole lot of other boys who were staring at her, waiting for her to ask them to the dance.

See, Lily Evans was very pretty. Some even described her as beautiful. She had wavy red hair that fell right across her shoulder blades. She had emerald green eyes that were in the shapes of almonds. Lily actually hated her eyes. She thought that she would rather have brown eyes, or blue eyes, because everyone expected redheads to have green eyes. She had beautiful skin, and the freckles across the bridge of her nose only made her look prettier. Needless to say, Mary always wanted to do a makeover on her.

Lily actually hated being pretty, only because boys were always panting after her. It made it very difficult to concentrate on schoolwork. By Ancient Runes, Lily felt like standing up in the middle of the professor's lecture and saying, "Look, I already have a date, okay? So stop staring at me!"

She found later that she didn't need to. On the way down to dinner, a rather handsome Ravenclaw by the name of Joseph MacDougall walked up to her and practically shouted, "So, Lily, I hear that you haven't asked anyone to the dance yet."

"Not that it's any of your business or anything," Lily muttered, because Joseph had been one of the boys staring at her during Potions.

"So," continued MacDougall, "Would you like to ask me to the dance?"

"Oh, Joseph," she said sweetly, "I really would love to, but you see, I already ASKED someone else. A week ago, actually!" She batted her long eyelashes at him.

MacDougall looked like he had been hit over the head with a club. Then he ran off, probably to warn his friends not to try what he had just tried. Much happier, Lily and her friends continued walking down to dinner.

While Lily was finishing her homework that night, she heard a bit of a scuffle outside the portrait hole. She got up off of the couch to go take a look. She cracked open the portrait hole so that she could peek out. Outside it was James Potter, making out with Carissa Stewart from Hufflepuff. Suddenly Carissa broke off the kiss.

"Do I take that as a yes, then?" she asked with a sly grin on her face. James just smiled and led her off into an empty classroom.

Lily slowly shut the portrait hole. She got up and walked over to the couch and sat down with a thud. Stewart? Potter was going to the dance with Stewart? Stewart couldn't even cast a basic Aguamenti Charm, or make a simple shrinking solution! She was one of the least intelligent girls in the school! Lily was of the opinion that she used so much hairspray that it had eventually it had melted her brain into a pile of go that sloshed around in her head. So why was James going to the dance with her?

She was only slightly pretty. With bleached hair and a fake tan, she wouldn't have gotten any guys attention if she didn't wear layers of makeup on her pinched, narrow face. So why was Potter going to the dance with her?

The first theory that came to mind was that he was getting desperate. After all, the dance was only three days away, and the Head Boy would look really stupid without a date. Stewart was probably the only girl that had asked him. Lily smirked at the thought.

The second theory was that Potter had accepted a date with the one person that Lily disliked that wasn't Slytherin to make her, Lily Evans, feel jealous. Ha! Jealous? Of Stewart? As if!

Lily smirked evilly. If Potter wanted to try and make her jealous, then let him try. Hopefully, he would be trying so hard that he would stay out of her hair until after the dance!

A/N: Hello again! The story is actually coming along very well now! It's practically writing itself. Please keep reviewing!