Lily Evans has a perfectly normal life. Well, as normal as you can have when you're a witch. Well, as normal as you can have when you're a student at Hogwarts. In reality, Lily Evans's life was everything but normal, but that's because Lily isn't very normal herself. Her hair is orange, not brown or yellow or black, but orange. Her eyes are of a green that you could see from distance. Her smile is small, but kind. She is short, and she hates when she has to tiptoe to see something. She uses her skirt at knee-length and her doll shoes. She wears her Gryffindor tie with proud, and in the summer she uses to hold her hair up. Lily Evans is great with people and animal, but she is terrified of spiders. She is good at Charms and great Potions, but she is so terrible - even though her terrible is an average to ordinary people - at Transfiguration. She likes to draw and to create. She loves her parents and her sister. She likes to ramble inside and outside her head. She loses her stuff, a lot. She loves to eat, but she can't even make a proper sandwich. She is loving, kind, patient (or at least she tries to), beautiful, smart, melodramatic and funny, but above all things, she is an extraordinary girl who doesn't see herself so extraordinary, and no one sees her as extraordinary as she is. Expect for one person. Who is not her boyfriend.

"I'm breaking up with you." He said, biting his lip, and blinking his blue eyes like that would make Lily forgive him.
"What?" She said, exasperated. "You've got to be kidding me." She added, snorting.
"Well, it wasn't working."
"Of course it was!" Lily exclaimed.
"My exams are near and..."
"The year just started."
"I'm too old for you."
"You're a year older than me."
He bit his lip harder, thinking of more excuses, while Lily crossed her arms, full of fury.
"Ok, Lily... I'm going to tell you the truth."
"Yes?"
"You're too... How do I say it without being rude? Well, you're... clingy."
"Clingy?!" Lily asked. "I am not..."
"Yes you are. And it's not a bad thing! It isn't a good thing either but..."
"I know I've been a little… needy." She allowed. "Since that fight with Severus, I mean Snape! But it just because I need someone to rely to and you're my boyfriend!"
"I was your boyfriend." He mumbled.
"Yes. Was. Do you really need to remind me that?" Lily snapped.
"Sorry. We can still be friend though?" He asked hesitantly.
"Friends! No. We can't be friends, Luca. And I'm late." She said, turning away. She wasn't really late. She had ten minutes to get to class, but he didn't need to know that.

A break up and Transfiguration on the first Wednesday of the year. Differently from other people, Lily hated Wednesday, not Monday. Close to the end of the week but not enough to be happy about it. A stupid, stupid day that didn't let her divide the week in two perfects parts. She also hated Transfiguration. No, she despised it. Why would she want to turn a dog into a rock? It was useless and her rock always ended up with stupid doggish ears. Transfiguration wasn't black or white. Lily loved black or white. Or a dog, or a rock. Not something in between, like a rock with ears. No grey. Just black or white.
"Need a little help there, Evans?" Someone asked her.
"No, thank you." She replied, staring and her rock with ears.
"You rock has ears."
"I noticed that."
"Rocks aren't supposed to have ears."
"I know that."
"You do know you're supposed to get the dog back right?"
"Yes, I am aware of that, thank you. Again."
"We only have ten minutes."
"I kn... Ten minutes? Oh God. I'm going to freak out. I'm freaking out."
"Want some help?"
"Yes. Please." Lily looked up from her rock to the person in front of her. "You!" On this moment, Lily found out God was punishing her because she didn't go to her mother's church summer camp.
"Me!" The boy said, smiling at her. His hair was wet and spiky, apparently, James Potter showered in the mornings. Or he just threw himself at the lake, but that didn't seem likely, and his eyes hidden behind the glasses. "James Potter. At your service."
"No. No no no. Out. Go far far away. My rock with ears. Just mine."
"Eight minutes."
Lily stared at James and James stared at Lily. Lily wanted her perfect credit. James wanted a chance.
"What do you want?" She asked grimly.
"A trip to Hogsmeade."
"The next one is two months away."
"Walk with me. This Saturday."
"All evening?"
"All evening." Lily looked at the rock. And then at James. And then at the ears.
"Six minutes."
"Okay, okay, deal!"

Lily loved Wednesday, she thought while she shifted in her bed on the dormitory. Wednesday was so very much away from Saturday. And Saturday was a terrible day. Without Saturday Lily would be able to split the week in two perfect
parts and she wouldn't have to meet James Potter for a walk. Not ever. Lily decided now that she hated Fridays, because Fridays were before Saturdays and she dreaded the Saturdays. But she could kiss a Sunday on the mouth because Sundays are in a six days distance of Saturdays. The week was a complicated thing in her life.
"I should stop believing in this calendar thing." Lily mumbled. She began to wonder about how would be her life if she didn't use dates and weeks. Then she realized that she wouldn't be able to handle, so she turned on her side and closed her eyes to sleep.
The sun rose and the girls from Lily's room were up, excited about their first weekend back at Hogwarts. Lily opened her eyes and moaned.
"Please, God, I know I'm not much of a prayer, but take Saturday away from the week and I'll go to a church summer camp."
But apparently, Lily's connection with God wasn't really special that morning. So she sat down on her bed, and blinked once or twice. Everything was so blurry. Waking up was so hard. She opened the curtains of her bed and looked around. One girl was still fast asleep and the other ran around searching for her clothes.
"Marlene?" called Lily. "What are you doing?"
"I've got a date!" The girl replied, her blonde hair long and straight and her brown eyes full of excitement.
"Really?" Lily and Marlene were not best friends but they were friends. They talked, but Lily talked to everyone. She was indeed good with people, but that doesn't exactly mean that she liked everyone. Like some girls that she shared the room with, that from her point of view, deserved to burn in hell.
"Yes! With McKinnon. And I am late. Sorry, talk later." She said, trading a t-shirt for a purple blouse.
"What time is it?" Lily asked while Marlene got her bag and headed to the door.
"1:30 in the afternoon!" The door closed.
"Oh God." She got up from her bed and ran to the bathroom. "Of course." She mumbled while she washed her face. "Where the fucking hell is my toothbrush?" Lily Evans swore on two situations only. 1. When she was nervous. 2. When she was in a hurry. "Where are you?" She called. "Wait! I'm a witch. Wand. Where is my wand?" She started playing with her hands, pressing them together and tangling her fingers. "Bed." She ran to the bedroom again, and got her wand. She summoned her toothbrush, and went back to the bathroom, finally being able to brush her teeth. She dropped her toothbrush somewhere and she would probably go through the same emotional-wrecking situation in a few hours, when she won't be able to find it again. She got her green dress that did wonderful things to her skin color and eyes, and got it in her body, then started looking for a shoe. "I should go barefoot." She said, while she put the right shoe first. "And then I'll say 'Oh, hey there Potter. You know I came barefoot because now I'm a hippie.' because that's really better than the truth that is I couldn't sleep last night because of James Let's-Walk-Together-All-Saturday-Evening Potter, so I woke up late."
She needed to get her hair done. And she didn't have any time.
"I'm sorry, Maggie." Lily said, when she got her wand and made a spell to get her hair pretty. Maggie Arbald was a famous (or not so famous) writer who said that magic should not be used for cosmetic uses. And Lily believed that philosophy. But she was late. She went to the bathroom to put some make up on but she decided against it. She left the room. Lily Evans was going on a date with James Potter. She went the stairs. This was so wrong.
"I thought you were going to blow me off!" James was a beautiful man, not that Lily would say that out loud. His hair, once again, was wet and spiky. Lily noticed James has a thing for morning baths. Even though it was two in the afternoon.
"Never. I just woke up late."
"All night up thinking about me?"
Yes.
"No."
"Hungry?"
"Kind of."
"C'mon, I know a place." He said, holding the portrait open.
"How can you know a place? We can't leave the school!"

"Oh, honey, you're so naïve. But we're not leaving the school, at least for now."

"If you're taking me somewhere against the rules I really don't feel like I should g…"

"All evening."

"But I…"

"You promised."

"I did not promise."Lily remarked.

"I remember you promising."

"Well, I didn't. Potter, where are you taking me?"

"Special place. You will love me forever."

"I doubt it."

"I don't." He said, and tickled the pear in the painting of a bowl full of fruits.

"Potter, are you utterly insane?" She said, trying to get his hand off the pear. "We came all the way down here so you could tickle a p… The fruit is laughing. The pear is laughing." James chuckled at her reaction, and opened the door using the doorknob that was a pear a few seconds ago. A few elves showed up, wanting to help.

"Nothing for now, thank you, Clip." Said James, smiling.

"The kitchens? I didn't know we could enter it!"

"Well, we can't."

Lily stared at him, quietly, while he asked an elf to cut a piece of cake for him.

"Ten minutes with you and I'm already breaking the law."

"Don't be so dramatic, the elves love helping out! Want some cake?"

"No." She replied, sitting down. "I didn't even know Hogwarts had elves."

"Oh, yeah. Hundreds of them. How do you think we get all that food?"

"I should probably create a group defending them." She mumbled.

"What? Why?!"

"Because" she began, looking at James exasperated. "it's slavery!"

"They like it. It's their life. It's what they do."

"Well, they don't know any other way of living, do they?"

James shrugged, because he didn't care and because he had his mouth full of cake.

"Do you have a pen?" Lily asked, marveling at how James' hair looked nice wet. Actually, James' hair was always nice. Maybe that's why James keeps touching it. She would probably like to touch it too.

"What the hell is a pen?"

"Forget it. Muggle stuff." She shifted in her chair, looking at an elf. "Can I have some cake, please?"

"And then" She explained. "He just broke up with me. I mean, really? Why? Am I really that terrible? Or annoying? And are we still here eating you invited me for a walk not for a 'let's get Lily fat' session!"

"Did you have sex with him?" James asked, putting a cherry on his mouth.

"Excuse me?" Lily asked, blinking back her tears in surprise.

"Did you have sex with Luca?"

"No! Why are you asking me this?"

"He's seventeen! He wants sex! He probably broke up with you because you're a straight up virgin."

"He wouldn't break up with because of this! He's not… you. And I am not a straight up virgin!"

"Oh, yeah? Did he get to second base?"

"What's second base?"

"For God's sake, Evans!"

"Just because I don't know your stupid sex stuff…"

"Boobs. Did he touch your boobs?"

"Ew, of course not!" James laughed, supporting himself on the table.

"You just said ew!"

"Stop it, it's not funny. I bet you're a virgin too."

Lily knew it was not true. Lily was more than certain that it was not true but she had to say something.

"You don't really believe that, do you?"

"No." She admitted. "But I had to say something, didn't I?" He chuckled again, and this time Lily smiled back at him.

"Let's make a deal." He said, sitting himself up.

"I'm a bit scared of your deals. The last one brought me here."

"I'm a sex-addict."

"True."

"And you're a virgin."

"Yes."

"We're perfect together!"

"James, are you insane?" she laughed. "We're the complete opposite. I'll admit, you aren't as bad as I thought you were, but we are not perfect together."

"We complete each other."

"I'm ignoring this part. I still don't get the deal part."

"Friends with benefits!"

"Except for the part we're not friends. Also, I won't have sex with you! I didn't have sex with my boyf- ex boyfriend! Why would I want to have sex with you?"

"Because I'm awesome, and you're awesome, and Luca is as dull as a hippogriff."

"Hippogriffs aren't dull."

"You still understood. So I'm awesome like a hippogriff and he sucks."

"I still don't understand why I would have sex with you."

"You know me since forever, Lils. You can say you lost your virginity to James Potter. I'm pretty. You're pretty. We're outstanding. I showed you how to get to the kitchens. It would make Luca jealous. Need any more reasons?"

"I'm not doing it, Potter."

"Unless you're afraid…"

Lily Evans hated a lot of things. She also loved a lot of things. She didn't come to realize that she loved James Potter at that moment. But she did come to realize that she hated when someone thought she was afraid.

"Let's do it. But no one can know."