The Note

Disclaimer: Once upon a time, a girl named Arielle wished that she could own Harry Potter. When she looked at the book, she saw the name 'J.K Rowling' instead of hers. Therefore, Arielle learned not to wish upon a star.

Hey, guys I'm back with another story (if a 2 shot is considered a story. )

Chapter 1—The Note

It was Monday.

Another boring start of the weekday.

It was a day when your alarm sounded and you felt like chucking it out the window.

Yes, that was your clue that the dreaded Monday had come back.

This Monday, however, the seventh year Gryffindors sat in Professor Binns' History of Magic classroom for a lecture on warlocks and witches. Normally, they would not have this class but Binns insisted that the seventh year Gryffindors would love this lecture.

Ooh yeah, the Gryffindors were taking notes diligently.

No, they most certainly not. Ninety nine percent of the class was sleeping.

Now who was the one percent that didn't sleep?

Why it was none other than Lily Evans, of course!

Lily Evans was known to take careful and accurate notes about everything. Ever since she had stepped into Binns' classroom the first day of Hogwarts when she was eleven, she had been the only one (besides Remus Lupin of course) who was immune to Binns' monotone voice. Day after day, while everybody slumbered, she would be seen taking note after note.

Even after they were allowed to get rid of this dreaded class two years ago, it had come back to haunt them on a lecture of wizards and witches of England (spanning from 1000 to 1945 A.D.), and Lily was still taking notes.

"Why are you taking notes Lil?" Krista Watson, Lily's best friend asked as they stepped into the classroom. Krista had watched Lily take out a quill and parchment and ready herself for the note taking.

"Oh, I'm going to be taking notes." Lily said cheerfully.

"Notes?" Krista exclaimed. "Oh, you've got to be kidding."

Lily told her that she was dead serious.

"Lily! We don't have this class anymore! Why bother taking notes! It's not like we need them!"

"We one day might need them." Lily insisted.

"Ooh yeah. Like we'll be walking down the street one day and a huge sign will appear in front of us and will say, 'What year did Sassafras the Stupid try to conquer England?'"

"Uh, there was no such wizard named 'Sassafras,' Krista."

"I know," the girl batted a hand. "I made it up."

Lily rolled her eyes as the ghost of Binns floated into the room.

Binns greeted the class and glared slightly at Sirius Black, who was sitting in the back of the room.

It was a well-known fact that Professor Binns hated Sirius Black.

Why you may ask?

Because, as an overly excited first year boy, Sirius Black had entered the History of Magic classroom to discover his own professor was a ghost!

"Look here everybody!" Sirius had cried. "Professor Binns is dead!"

Everybody knew that Binns hated being reminded that he was dead.

Lily smiled at the memory as she looked over her shoulder to see the infamous Sirius Black sleeping on his desk. He had transfigured a textbook into a pillow and was using it.

Lily shook her head. Sirius may be lazy yes, but stupid he was not.

"Now, as I was saying—" Binns cleared his throat that sounded like chalk snapping and plowed on about Glendela the Grump and Edwin the Something.

Lily yawned and looked at her piece of parchment. It was halfway full with her neat and minute handwriting.

Casting it aside, Lily drummed her fingers on her desk in boredom. For some reason, she really didn't feel like taking notes today.

She glanced over at a peacefully sleeping Krista. If only Krista were awake, then they could play hangman or Tic-Tac-Toe. Of course, Krista would yell in anger if she lost.

Lily then felt her eyes move sideways and then felt her head turn around until she was watching James Potter.

Everybody knew James Potter. He was the crème de la crème of the school (next to Sirius Black of course!). All the girls loved him, which made him quite arrogant.

He was also very handsome too. He had messy jet-black hair, mischievous hazel eyes that were covered by glasses. He had been quite short when he was younger (Lily had a good three inches on him at age thirteen) but during the summer of fifth year he grew seven inches until he was six foot.

Lily and James also weren't on good terms. From second year til sixth year, Lily had hated him. There was a specific reason why but Lily wasn't about to go through it again. It was highly embarrassing and mortifying. Not to mention Lily had tried to shove it out of her memory.

Lily disliked, no hated James Potter. She despised everything about him. To his messy black hair, (that he ruffled every single blasted day because he thought the girls would like it better if it were messy. To Lily, it was pointless. His hair already looked like he had never brushed a comb through it. Why make it look even worse?) his arrogant attitude, his evil smirk to his annoying voice.

However, at the beginning of seventh year, however, Lily was shocked to see a different James Potter stand in front of her. Instead of his usual 'Hey Evans, want to go out with me?' question, he actually told her 'Hi.'

That was the first of Lily's shock. When Lily had gone into the Heads Compartment, she had been shocked to find James reading a book.

He even had stopped asking her out, and acted more chivalrous. He also (it must have been tempting too) stopped tormenting Snape when Lily was around. Lily had been astounded because she knew how hard it was for James not to annoy Snape.

And do you know why he was doing this?

Because James had a serious crush on Lily ever since he first laid eyes on her in first year.

He had tried (four hundred and sixty seven times to be exact) to persuade her to go out with him. He claimed it was the right choice, that he was the best-looking boy out there. Yet, Lily refused him.

Yes, Lily Evans refused the infamous James Potter.

Lily smiled at the memories and snuck another quick peek at James. He looked so peaceful, Lily wanted to go and give him a hug.

Yes, now Lily Evans had a crush on James Potter. Strange, huh?

They had soon become friends and before Lily knew it, she was slowly falling for James. She didn't know how. She would watch him in class and admire him. She would dream of talking with him, holding his hand, even kissing him...

Whoa, whoa, WHOA there. Time out Lily, don't think of such things! She thought to herself firmly, adverting her eyes away from James.

She looked at Krista again and wished she had more confidence. Krista was the boy magnet around here. She would know what to do.

Unfortunately, Krista Watson was asleep and waking her up was like waking up a coyote.

Lily sighed and drummed her nails on her desk. It was already March and Lily had liked James ever since January 6. School would end in June and it was their last year at Hogwarts. After school ended, would Lily and James ever meet again?

No, Lily wouldn't have it. She would take the matter into her own hands.

But what to do?

Lily mentally started reviewing things. Tell him to his face? Psh, hell no!

Tell his friends? No, especially NOT Sirius. Lily shuddered. That boy would hear one thing and interpret it as something else perverted and disgusting.

There was also Remus Lupin too but (even though Lily liked him a lot) she didn't trust him that much. There was a certain air about him that Lily was uneasy about. Most likely it was because he was a Marauder, the group that Sirius, Remus and James were in. (A/N: as you can see, I am NOT putting in Peter Pettigrew. That stupid rat!)

Lily was quickly running out of options.

C'mon, Lil. She told herself as she watched the clock. You have forty minutes left. You can at least think of something!

Finally, she did think of something. It came to her so clear that she smacked herself in the head for not thinking of it earlier!

Write James a note.

Duh.

Lily seized a fresh piece of parchment and dipped a quill into ink.

Dear James, she started and than froze.

What in God's name was she to say?

She had to start calm and collected. Write it like an essay, she thought. She would start with an introductory, a body and a conclusion.

It couldn't be that hard, right?

--

Ten minutes later, Lily was still staring at a blank sheet of parchment, the only words on there was 'Dear James.'

Damn it Lily! C'mon! It's not that hard to write a stupid note to the guy you like!

Finally, Lily got some inspiration.

Smiling slightly, Lily scribbled everything down and re-read it over.

Perfect.

Folding it up into a small square, she wrote 'JAMES' in big letters on the front.

Suddenly, a vision of her giving the note to James and him laughing at it crossed her mind.

She opened the note again and re-read it, just to be sure.

All of a sudden, it hit her.

She couldn't send James Potter this note! It was unethical! No way!

Lily was tempted to rip it up and through it out but today, she was feeling kind and generous so she decided to tuck it into her folder.

So she wouldn't tell James her true feelings—so what? He would eventually tell her—right?

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The bell sounded.

The finally long lecture was over.

Binns finally looked up from his notes and said, "I believe that is all for today. Maybe we can pick up next time. I shall arrange it with Professor McGonagall. Good day."

He floated out of the classroom, amidst groans.

"Noo!" Sirius Black cried, looking up to the heavens as if asking why they were torturing him. "I gave up on this class two goddamn years ago! Why is this HAPPENING?"

"Oh shut up Sirius." James yawned, hitting Sirius upside the head. "Really. At least we got some sleep."

"Yes," Remus glared. "Some sleep. Others were trying to take notes."

Sirius snorted. "Why do I? It's not like I'll need it anyway."

The three Marauders crossed the room, bickering still.

Lily's face turned bright red as James looked over to her and said, "Hi Lily."

"Hi James." She said breathlessly. "Sirius and Remus arguing still?"

"You have no idea." James muttered.

C'mon Lily. Say it! It's six simple words. I Have A Crush On You.

"James, I—" Lily started to say but he cut her off.

"Is Krista still sleeping?" James asked interestedly.

Damn it.

"Uh yeah she is." Lily said, planning to kill Krista later.

"Jeez, she can sleep through anything."

"Tell me about it. We even put a trombone near her ear. Didn't work."

James smirked. "Try a trumpet or a glass of water. Works on Sirius."

"Tried that, didn't work."

"Okay then," James looked thoughtful before snapping his fingers. "I got it. Whisper in her ear that whomever she likes is standing right in front of her."

Lily looked shocked. "Now why haven't I ever thought of that?" She thought.

James winked. "Marauder secret milady."

Lily rolled her eyes and leaned over Krista.

"Krista," she whispered. "Chris O'Malley is right in front of you."

Krista's head shot up. "Where?" She wondered.

Lily threw James a 'thank you so much' look.

"C'mon, you pillock." Lily said, walking out the door. "It's time to go."

"Where's Chris O'Malley?" Krista wondered as they left the room.

"I just made that up to get you up." Lily replied, her voice fading.

"LILY!"

Little did Lily know that a certain piece of paper that had been wedged in her folder had slipped out and fallen to the ground.

And the worst part was, it was open for anybody to see.

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Hey everybody. I'm back! Yes, I know. I bounce back from story after story, but I can't help it!

For all you 'Dating The Enemy' fans there probably WON'T be a sequel. I have a Million thoughts of a sequel running through my head and none of them makes a lot of sense. I have a beginning and an end but no middle.

The note that Lily wrote will all be in Chapter 2. So don't worry!

I will have Chapter 2 of this story out by next week.

Until next week!

Greekchic