Some preamble.

There are no spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Even if you haven't finished the book yet, you don't have to worry about me giving away any plot details. At the same time, this story is compatible, for those of you who hate anything that is non-canon.

This has been rated T for Teen. I have not chosen this rating arbitrarily. There will be some swearing and references to alcohol, sex, violenceand other adult themes. It is not a main focus of the story, but if such things bother you greatly, make note of this warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, his parents, the other characters, the world, or basically anything you see in this story. It was all created by J. K. Rowling.

I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

It is commonly accepted that all it takes for two young people to fall in love is to have them look deeply and soulfully into each other's eyes; to have them spend an amount of time together in each other's company all the whilst wondering why they find the person they loath so utterly, utterly attractive; or, barring that, to be locked in a small enclosed space until they either snog or kill each other.

Most prefer the snogging.

James Potter, being the romantic that he was, looked upon the upcoming year as a great opportunity. After all, he was going to be the Head Boy to Lily Evans' Head Girl. Evans was the smartest, most beautiful girl attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his not so humble opinion. He'd been pining for her for years now, and this year he would finally have his chance to show her what a great guy he was. He would win her over if it was the last thing he did.

This year, Lily Evans would fall in love with him.

Lily Evans, being the realist that she was, looked upon the upcoming year with deep dread. After all, she was going to be the Head Girl to James Potter's Head Boy. Potter was disruptive, disorderly, disagreeable and a general, all-around menace to the student body at Hogwarts. What Dumbledore had been thinking when he made Potter Head Boy, Lily would never know. She dreaded the coming year because she knew that Potter would take every opportunity to beg her to go out with him. After all, that was all he'd been doing for the last few years.

James Potter, her boyfriend? Over her dead body!

In the next chapter:

Dumbledore, being the enigma that he was to most students, declined to share his thoughts on the upcoming year. When asked about the subject, all he did was smile mysteriously and offer a sherbet lemon. What this might be code for, experts are still wondering to this day.


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