Jily In Trouble.

"No, just get out of my sight!" Lily was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"But I...I was just.." James stood in front of her in the Gryffindor common room alone.

"Look, Potter, me and you, it is never going to happen, I don't go out with arrogant toerags like you."

"Lily..."James said slowly.

"That's right, that is exactly what you are, an arrogant self centered idiot."

James had crossed the lines, or so thought Lily. He had asked her out yet again, in front of everybody right after he got off the broomstick, after winning the Quidditch match.

" Don't you get it, I will never go out with you, Potter."

James lay in bed, later that night and these words echoed in his ears, he was never up this late after a match, but right now he couldn't sleep. His eyes were wide open.

"Okay then, if this is what you want, Lily, I will never ask you out again, I will never say a word. Ever again."

He promised himself as he rolled over on to the other side of the bed.

"Just let it go, Okay?" Remus advised him. "Move on to someone else."

"He's right, you know," Sirius added. "She couldn't have made herself clearer."

Peter nodded, his face stuffed with toast.

"So you are saying, I should leave her, and ask someone else out?"

"Definitely!"

"Hogsmeade weekend, next week, ask someone else."

"But who?"

"Anyone, Jamsey, almost all the girls will go out with you, if you could look at someone other than Lily."

"Okay..." James was still uncertain but determined to try this out.

"I can do this, it won't hurt, maybe I was running towards the wrong girl." He thought to himself as he adjusted his glasses back.

"I'll do it." He returned back to Remus and Sirius.

"That's my boy!" Sirius thumped his back.

So that was what James was exactly doing, the next weekend as he stood outside the girls dormitory waiting.

"Oh no, not you again?"

Lily moaned as she climbed out of the dorm room and saw James Potter standing there. James Potter, black hair messy as usual, tall and broad, slightly leaning against the wall, tilted.

"No, Evans, I am looking for Mary."

Lily was dumbfounded, she didn't think James would actually leave her alone.

"So you are going to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes." James's answer was short.

He smiled for a fraction of a second.

"Oh, there you are, Mary, ready to go?"

Lily couldn't believe it, her friend Mary was going out with James. She had joked about wanting to go out with him but Lily didn't think she was serious. And Lily had always told her that she would be happy to have James off her hands, and Mary could date him all she wanted.

Lily couldn't help feeling a ping of jealousy as she saw Mary and James walk away. Mary holding the flowers he brought him. White roses, Mary's favorite. James Potter could be a real gentleman, when he wanted.

Over next few weeks, Lily witnessed Mary being sent flowers, chocolates, having midnight steal away-s with James. James, like he said, didn't bother her again. Just like she wanted. Other than polite smiles and greetings in the hallways or corridors, they barely saw each other.

And James was on the road to recovery, and his mind was more distracted toward his future OWL's, Mary, Lupin's transformation, tricks with Sirius. It was almost as if Lily Evans wasn't his concern anymore.

It was sometime later, Everyone was getting out of class, Mary left the group to catch up with James. As they all were coming outside, Sirius stuck his foot out and a greasy, black haired kid fell to the floor, his books came crashing to the ground.

"Watch your step, Snevellious!"

Everybody laughed.

Lily came forward to help him, shr gathered some of his books, he snatched them from her hands, stealing a glance to the Slytherins as he said,

"I don't need your help, you mudblood!"

Lily's eyes unconsciously wavered towards James, who last time this happened had a wand to Severus's neck, demanding an apology. But he just said,

"Sorry, Evans," He turned to Snape. "Not cool, Snivellious!"

Normally Lily would have defended Snape from James but she didn't say anything, she just slid through another passage back to the Gryffindor common room. All the girls, Alice, Marlene, and Mary were chatting about the most recent date she had. All of them were giggly and whispering to each other. Lily kind of felt jealous and left out. She had made clear that she didn't like James Potter. In fact she used the word "Hate him."

And no explanation from Mary would make her change her mind. But it did. It wasn't Mary who had done that. It was herself. Ever since James wasn't running after her, she started to notice things about him.

So, she decided to go to the grounds, maybe some walking would help her clear her mind. As she walked out to the ground, she saw the Quidditch team practicing for the Final match. Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff. She sat in the corner watching, her friend Alice was also playing but she didn't see her.

At the moment she only had eyes for James Potter. The same Potter she detested for years. And funny how it was, that she didn't hate him at all anymore. He was flying after the Quaffles, smoothly, as if he were floating. His dark hair was messier than usual because of the wind. His one hand controlled the broomstick, and the other one ran through his hair every now and then.

Lily fell asleep after studying for a test in transfigurations in the Gryffindor common room, she was awakened by hushed whispers and saw three figures in the a dark, One tall and burly followed by another tall figure, behind them was a short person with squared shoulders and a stooping back.

"Will you be quiet?" She recognized the voice immediately. It was Sirius.

So that means the other two were James and Peter because Remus was taller then Sirius but didn't have a burly built like James. And where was Remus? They are usually together! She thought.

All the three boys disappeared through the door, out of the common room, she crouched a little so they wouldn't see her. She waited for a few minutes before they were gone, and then she followed them, quietly moving through the door, and walking behind them through the corridors.