JAMES BLOODY POTTER.

OF ALL PEOPLE.

I was stuck with the most arrogant… THING in a ten mile radius of Hogwarts. Fabulous. I was fuming. Actually, I was upset. I didn't want to be Head Girl with James Potter.

Ever since third year he had asked me out taking the piss, and every time I said no he got the marauders laughing and sneering.

I hated him. No. I despised him.

I'm not a very hateful person, but this boy made my blood boil. I was always the subject of mocking with him and his friends, which always left me feeling wonderful about myself. He would call me freckles, because he knows how self conscious I am of them. He would call me 'perfect' as a way to tease and mock me. He made me feel bad about myself, and as a result of that I hate him. And I always will. All of this was running through my head, and I think Pomfrey caught on that I was about to punch something as she stepped away from my bed and let me get on with it.

Thinking about it, I bet it was Potter and his gang that charmed me.

Of course!

Why didn't I think of this before? Obviously they would do it, they are the only people I know of who have an irrational hatred for me. Remus is the only person who is decent and is friends with Potter and Black. Sirius Black was as arrogant as Potter, the only difference was that Black was slightly attractive, unlike Potter. Potter was not attractive in the slightest, although every other girl in the school was attracted to him.

"Up you get, Miss Evans." I looked up.

"What?"

"A fairly simple instruction. Up you get. You're well enough to start this term now, you just needed a decent amount of sleep which you most certainly would not have got being in a dorm with Rowan."

I smiled. Evie Rowan was my best friend, but I swear she had verbal diarrhea. Not once since first year when we became friends has she stopped speaking, bless her. She might be very talkative, but she was also the most genuine, caring person I had met.

Apart from Felicity. Felicity Taylor was my other best friend. She looked like me but with dark hair, unlike Evie who was much taller, slimmer and had long blonde hair. She was Black's girlfriend, which was why me and Potter were always near eachother. Unfortunately. Felicity didn't have a boyfriend and was single like me, but neither of us needed a boyfriend. I didn't want one, as I needed time to study, while she was too dedicated to Quidditch.

I sat up and stretched, and climbed out of bed. My head was pounding still, but I was far too hungry to pay attention to that at that very moment. I thanked Pomfrey and went to hunt for Eve and Felicity.

"LILY!"

Something large ran into me and squeezed me tightly. I grinned madly, that perfume reminded me of one person and one person only.

"Felicity!"

She held my shoulders and smiled.

"Explain! Where were you? You missed my little brother get sorted into Gryffindor, and Merlin's beard, you should've tasted the chocolate cake last night!" she squealed.

"The chocolate cake was rather fantastic, I must agree."

I spun round to be greeted by Evie. I laughed and explained the whole 'charm' situation. Felicity frowned.

"Is that Freckles I see? Thought she'd dropped off the face of the Earth."

I gritted my teeth.

The low, raspy voice was speaking behind my ear. I would know that voice anywhere.

"For your information, Potter, I was in the Hospital Wing all evening and night. Where were you? Getting drunk on Firewhisky no doubt." I replied, not moving. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him. I might despise him, but he does have rather beautiful eyes. He stared at me for a few seconds, and then registered what I was saying.

"Hospital wing? Why?" he looked genuinely concerned.

Why was he bothering himself with my troubles, it's not like he's cared before.
I reluctantly told him what Pomfrey had said to me. He frowned.

"I'm on to it." This time it was my turn to frown.

"NO! James Potter come back here this second!" he ran out, laughing over his shoulder.

Prat. Of course it was just like him to go and make a drama out of nothing, and to go and involve himself in my business. I turned round. I would've spoken to Evie about what I'd missed gossip-wise last night - if Sirius and her weren't eating each other's faces that is. I made a gagging noise to which Felicity laughed and went upstairs. I would've followed her if I wasn't so interested to know how exactly James Potter was going to find out who charmed me. I wasn't even bothered about the charm anymore anyway.

So for some reason, I walked out and went to find James Potter.