A/N: I went looking for prompts about four hours ago. And then 5000 words of Lily/James happened... so, uh, enjoy!

Cockroach Clusters – Are gross. Just kidding. People hate cockroach clusters so this challenge is to write about someone that hates someone else.

She'd always been told – accompanied of course by winks and nudges from elderly relatives, or wise, heavy nods from cousins just a years older, who'd suddenly turned eighteen and felt like they knew it all – that there was a fine line between pleasure and pain. That this silly boy who she resolutely professed to hate so strongly would probably end up as her husband one day.

That they'd live in a little cottage in a little village and shut themselves off from the world when it got too much. That they'd have big fights that woke up the neighbours and sent dogs barking down the street, but in the end they'd find themselves in each other's arms, sobbing and shaking and wanting so much to just be able to love without all of the hurt. That they'd have a son and then maybe twin daughters, and spoil the babies rotten and try not to fight so much when they were around.

That they'd discover that those feelings – so confusing and brutal and painful – that broiled within were really something much more like fear than hate. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the passion they could pull from one another at the drop of a hat. Fear of every part of themselves that only existed around the other.

It all made Lily wrinkle her nose and roll her eyes.

Puh. As if.