Lily POV

My dream featuring Potter's kiss after our girls' night out at Madame Rosmerta's pub in Hogsmeade kept me up half the night. I felt immensely guilty, like I was betraying someone. But I also knew why. I felt as if I was betraying the firmly negative opinion I had of him by kissing him. Argh.

Don't get me wrong. I knew the few good qualities Potter had; such as – loyalty, intelligence, easy going humour, love for his family and friends … and rare displays of kindness when people weren't looking. There was a reason why Potter is Head Boy and it's not just because of his intelligence and…good looks. However much I didn't want to admit it, students from lower levels looked up to him and respected what he had to say. I had seen him multiple times spending time with younger kids from various houses asking them if they had issues that needed his attention. He would suggest some pretty good solutions or take the matter into his own hands if he decided they needed his help.

Okaaaaay, I admit that I was sneaking on him. I thought he was involving them in his stupid pranks with his friends and wanted to catch him red handed. So sue me! I have an evil streak too and wanted to take petty revenge. *grumble grumble*

I didn't know what to do or how to deal with what had happened between us. When it comes to dealing with the opposite sex I have the social skills of a hippogriff. If you just stick to plain old friendship with me, everything is fine and dandy. Piece of cake! I was extremely good at dodging potential boy-asking-girl-out set ups or questions. Oh come on! You try being asked out by the pimple-infested half-brain dodo of our batch and let me see how you say 'NO' without trying to come across as rude! I mean the bloke has enough self-esteem issues already. Why make it even harder for him?

Potter. Potter. POTTER!

ARGH. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THAT IDIOT?!

Why did I even kiss him in the first place?! I don't even like the bloke but nooooo… I just had to allow Potter to plonk his fat lips on mine and allow his disgusting hands to skim areas which have never encountered anything male before. Instead of pushing him away and kneeing his manly bits I put my hands in his hair and kissed him like I wanted him. Like where were my faculties? WHERE?

Sigh.

I could always ignore everything that happened and avoid him like the plague but his parting statement scared the bejesus out of me. Potter has a nasty habit of following through his 'threats' and the last thing I wanted is to be backed into another wall by him. Ick. I might even catch some unheard of disease he caught from his playboy ways! *shudder*

Now I am all ready for classes today. Well-groomed, impeccable, prim and like a proper Head Girl. A Head Girl who just happens to snog her counterpart like she is searching for her favourite lemon sorbet within his lips. Ahem. Thank God the day is starting off with Charms instead of Care of Magical Creatures.

Merlin help me.