Dear Potter the Prat,

I thought I was done with the letters. I wasn't mad at you any more, I approached McGonagall and she said if I really felt that way, I could go back to normal detentions. I'm glad she didn't try and give us couples counseling or anything, I'm not sure if I could have withstood that. But we've been getting along. We've been oddly polite and mostly just not talking to each other, but getting along.

It's just...why do you have to be such a good boyfriend? Giving her flowers, walking her to class, holding hands, sitting with her at dinners, making her laugh, laughing at her jokes, kissing her, looking at her like she's so important

Who do you think you're kidding with all that? It infuriates me, that's what it does. You have the nerve to pretend that after all you went through with me, you genuinely like her. You're a liar, James Potter, you're a faker who's still treating girls badly and I am angry that you're

Why couldn't have you grown up like this before asking me out? Why did you have to be such an immature boy about it? Why did I only see you as an immature boy? When did you become a good, dateable person? Why did you have to wait until after you got over me? WHY!

I just...you're a good boyfriend, and a good co-Head, and before this whole mess, I really liked spending time with you last year. If you hadn't been so awful about it, I might've

What do you see in her, anyways? I'm taller than she is, which is saying something. I'm sassier than she is. I'm...more freckly. I've been informed that I'm a good kisser, and that my eyes are beautiful. I even had one boy ask me out 197 times, oh wait that was you, before you got over me.

Maybe you don't like sass. Maybe you never did. Maybe you were just making fun of me, or I was a conquest, yes let's bed the uptight Evans, see if she loosens up. Well, I hope someone shoves a Hungarian Horntail up your arse, Potter. That was rude, and immature, and just

but why are you such a good boyfriend? Why do I feel jealous of that? You're faking, I know you are, or I hope you are.

No, no, no, no, I don't want to go into that.

I'm sick of this whole mess, sick of you. This has gone on for three years, three years of hating each other and liking each other and fighting and pranking and hexing, and it's exhausting. It's unhealthy. I said I was obsessed, but you're obsessed with me, too, Potter, or you were. And I have way more self-esteem than this, so why is it so hard to let go?

I just...I don't like them dating. I don't know why, but it bugs me, probably because he's faking and she's annoying. They bug me as a couple. I get a really "not right" feeling from them, you know? Like they're both supposed to be with other people.

And any idiot can see Amos Diggory has been in love with Kendra Wood since practically first year- they're always together, studying, partnering up on projects, laughing over lunch. So she should probably just go be with him.

But I'm not jealous. I don't care. I've said it before and I mean it. I have Rich, and Head Girl duties, and NEWTS, and the eventual dramapocalypse that will consume Emma and Sirius's relationship (they just recently made it official!). I just don't like James and Kendra together, that's all.

And I don't hate Kendra, before anyone says anything, or at least, I don't hate her out of jealousy. She's annoying, yeah, but lots of people are annoying. And it's not even really that I hate her, just that I want to see less of her- her and Potter are in our Heads dorm ALL THE TIME and it's getting on my nerves. I mean, I get it, they're in a relationship, they have every right to be together, but do they have to snog each other on our couch all the time? I don't do that with Rich.

Well, maybe a little.

And the snogging bothers me, yeah, but what bothers me more is how often she is over- she is in our dorm so much that she practically sleeps there by now. I've walked in after class before to find her in there without Potter, just "waiting for him". I mean, how pathetic do you have to be? Don't you have a life beyond dating Potter? Or what, are you jealous of me for living with him? Afraid we'll start snogging in our jammies after you've had your "good night" petting session and left? Well, joke's on you, Kendra, he doesn't like me anymore, he's dating you instead, and he's still as much of a prat as he was last year, so I wouldn't date him anyways.

I've actually caught her a few times coming out of my room, too. Really? You aren't already breaking my boundaries enough? She says she was using the loo- apparently, to no one's surprise, the one on Potter's side is disgusting- but I still wish she would actually ask before going into my PRIVATE bedroom. There may not be much more secret things in there than my knickers and these letters, but it bothers me that she just assumes she's allowed where I'm supposed to be.

And also, for the record, I'm not angry at Potter because of the relationship. If I were, it could be called jealousy. I'm mad that he's faking a relationship with an innocent girl and that he's going to break her heart, and I'm mad...well, it pisses me off that you can suddenly pretend to be a good person when you've been horrid for your previous six years at Hogwarts. People don't change that quickly, you're not fooling anyone. Just because you're Head Boy doesn't mean you can suddenly be more arrogant than usual and think you're a good person.

What's wrong with you, Potter? You're confusing me, is what you're doing. I don't like it. Are you doing it on purpose? Why are you dating Kendra and acting like a different person? Have you always been this way and I just never noticed? Because that would make me more angry than any of the rest of this.

Cut the act,

Lily Evans

P.S. I don't think I can keep writing these letters to you. They're getting painful. And pathetic. It helped at first, the compliment letter made things better between us (and then caused a whole bunch of other troubles), but now I'm just obsessing. If I really want to get over y get past this...whatever it is, I've got to stop writing the letters. I have to stop writing about it, and talking about it, and thinking about it, and just forget completely. Luckily, I have a date with Rich Davies coming up (third this year)!

P.P.S. Since this is (hopefully) my last letter (if I stop arguing with him, that is), I guess I can admit...well...

I don't dislike him. Or at least, I didn't dislike him. That much.

That's all.