This is the first chapter fic I'm posting, please be nice and help...

Um, am I actually breaking a rule by making this T?

Thanks for your support, should there be any...

Disclaimer(i need 1, right?): I don't own the characters or anything, they belong to J.K. Rowling...

Chapter 1

"Hey, Lils, where's Snape?" Colette Prewett smiled as she bounced into Lily's compartment, accompanied by Andromeda Black, Marietta Clearwater, Lucy Abbott and Rosalie Brown. Lily pushed back her hair, frowning, and said shortly, "We had a fight."

"Aw, Lily, why d'you even talk to him?" Rosalie whined in her childish, nasal voice. Lily Evans winced. She had never appreciated Rosalie's 'sympathy' and never particularly favoured her voice.

"He's my friend, Rose, he was my first Hogwarts friend..." she sighed softly, peering at her friends with her startlingly gorgeous green eyes.

"Cheer up, Lils," Marietta said softly with a kind smile. "Now, who wants to see what Mom got me for the Christmas Ball?" Colette, Andromeda, Lucy and Rosalie cheered, but Lily just gave them a weak smile, "I have to change, we're almost at Hogwarts and I'm still in my jeans." Her friends shrugged.

"Okay," Colette offered. "How about we go see if we can get to the trolley witch first so you can change?" "Thanks," Lily replied with a smile. Her friends trooped out and she pulled out her black robes from her school trunk.

Five years, and Tuney still hadn't accepted her. Called her a freak. It hurt.

She looked at her vague, faint reflection in the glass of the window as the scenery whisked by, pristine and untouched by Muggle's hands. She saw a young girl of sixteen, with a clear, creamy complexion, softly curling red hair like flames, glinting in the light, framing a delicate face set with beautiful emerald-green eyes, peering from below sweetly curled scarlet lashes. Her red hair made her resemble the Prewetts or Weasleys, but her eyes were green, not brown or blue. And she was a Mudblood, not a Pureblood.

She was small; not petite and fragile and fairy-like, like porcelain, but slender and small and elegant. She was a late bloomer. She had been pretty in first and second, third and fourth year, but in her fifth year, she was acknowledged as beautiful, and in sixth year, the girls whispered behind her back – she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her profile was sharp and sweet, and her fiery locks fell in loose curls to her slender waist. Her hour-glass figure complimented her small breasts and hips, and her hands were small, fingers long and graceful. Her slim but full lips were in semi-pout, scarlet. She never wore make-up, except on special occasions, and frowned when her sister meticulously daubed rose on her cheeks and lips, and azure on her heavy lids every morning, and powder to soften the blow of her weak chin and horsey teeth.

Her neck was long and graceful as she traced her fingers across it. She didn't believe she was beautiful. She pulled off her navy-blue turtle-neck sweater, and her skinny jeans, leaving herself in a thin-strapped tank-top shirt and tight shorts. She shivered and dragged on her robes, and pulled her curly thick locks into a neat ponytail.

She snapped her trunk close, and heard the compartment door slide open.

"Evans!" she heard his cheerful voice say.

Without even turning around, she twiddled her wand, putting a locking charm on her trunk, and said clearly, "Show yourself the way out, Potter, I'm sure your thick head can manage that much."

It was him again. Good Merlin, couldn't he leave her alone?

James Potter, that jerk, was a stuck-up, arrogant toe-rag. He was a bighead idiot who everyone admired. She and Severus were the only ones that saw him as who he was. A self-centred, think-he's-so-great git. Nearly every boy was jealous of him – Quidditch Captain, Seeker, leader of the most popular group, smart and handsome, and pretty much every girl's dream. Well, nearly every girl. Lily Evans hated him, but everyone – including himself – said that he was dead in love with her. She hated to admit, but it was probably true. He'd been on her trail since first year.

"Aw, Evans, give me a break! Are you ever going to loosen up a bit?" Potter smiled as he flopped down next to her. She ignored him. His click sauntered in as well – Peter Pettigrew, Lily hated him; Sirius Black, Andromeda's brother, he was a jerk, she hated him too; and last of all was Remus Lupin, and he was the most decent of them all.

Potter put his hand on her elbow, but she jerked it off violently and shot him a look of pure hatred."Don't touch me," she snarled. "Get out!" Potter gave her a faux heart-broken look, and Black released a bark-like laugh.

"Are you a prude, Evans?" he grinned, flicking back his shaggy black hair. Lily scowled and pulled out her wand. "Out," she said firmly. Potter shrugged, and dragged his friends out, sending Lily a longing glance as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. The moment she left, girls came surging in: Melanie Malfoy, Louisa Finnigan, Michelle and Nora Thomas, Alysha Patil, Mabel Boot, Jennifer and Peggy Parkinson, and all the rest, from third-years to seventh-years. Lily groaned.

"Oh Merlin, did you see James Potter?" "Was Sirius Black here?" "They're so hot!" "What did they say?" "Evans, you are so lucky!" Andromeda, Colette, Lucy, Rosalie and Marietta hastily squeezed in and shoved the girls outside, slamming the door closed.

"What was that?" Andromeda demanded. Lily sighed. "Potter and his friends being jerks again. Merlin's beard, he just won't leave me alone!"

"Oh, Lils," Rosalie wailed. "Why don't you just date Potter? You know he fancies you! Every girl out there wants him!" Lily rolled her eyes. A lovely first day of Hogwarts.