A/N: The obvious belongs to the Queen.

People always say that it was James who loved her first, but that wasn't true.

Lily knew James was special from the moment she met him when she was sorted in Gryffindor, she just didn't like it. Lily was a very organized person, she made lists and every thought and feeling had a specific label and compartment in her mind. The problem with that is love is a very complicated emotion; in fact more than one emotion was involved with love itself. There was anger, lust, jealousy, and sadness. Joy. James did all of those things. She hated him, but always felt a pull towards him, like something deep inside of her refused to let him go. She didn't know that was love until their fourth year, and when she did realize it she tried to push it away as best she could. Unfortunately for her, being in love came with its consequences.

~Sixth year~

"Evans!"

Oh great, what does he want?

Lily turned around to find James Potter standing in front of her, in his quidditch robes, sweaty. A sweaty James was a very sexy thing, but she hated thinking like that. He's a prat, he's snogged every girl in this school and some adults too. He just wants you because you keep saying no.

"Yeah?"

"Hi" he flashed her a smile, that smile. Lily nervously tucked her hair behind her ear to distract herself from the stirring she felt in her chest whenever he was around.

"Hi, Potter. If that's all, I need to go to the library. Slughorn assigned me some extra credit and-"

"-Extra credit? Evans, you're top of the class! You don't need any bloody extra credit!"

"-I need to get started on that. There's a specific book in the library that has been checked out for ages, so I ordered a new one and-" she stopped herself, "why am I telling you this?"

"Because you love me?" he tried, wagging his eyebrows.

She snorted and started off in the direction of the library, but of course James had to walk her.

"In case you walk into Snivellus," he said, as if she asked for an explanation.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, James, for the five hundredth time, asked her the same question.

"Lily Evans, would you please accompany me on a date this weekend?"

"Sorry Potter, I have plans. It's this little thing called homework. And prefect duties."

James looked disappointed, even though he knew the answer. Lily couldn't help but admire his profile while he wasn't looking at her. His heart shaped face was spotted with dark freckles, he had thick black- but well kept- eyebrows, and his hazel eyes were framed with luscious black lashes. His nose had the perfect slant and his lips were red and plump, basically begging to be kissed. No wonder he gets all of the girls, she thought. Lily couldn't help to think of what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against hers, their mouths moving in perfect harmony, his hands freely roaming her body, and eventually travelling down to-

She shook herself as if she was cold, just to try to shake the thought from her mind. She couldn't think like that, not when he was right next to her.

"Anyway, here's my stop. I guess I'll see you back in the common room?" She questioned, trying to meet his eyes. When she finally did, he nodded and smiled.

"Later, Evans."

"Bye, Potter."