A/N (skip down if you don't wanna read): I wrote this a wile ago, but I'm just getting it onto the computer now. The warning is my response to the way people (including me, I admit it) warn about homosexuality so frequently and heterosexuality so infrequently (if at all). This is my attempt to mock the paranoid attitude homophobes have given many writers (although, one good thing about the slash paranoia os that if you want to read slash, it's very easy to find using the search engine) ...realizes no one cares... Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.
Quote is at the bottom.

WARNINGS: contains mentions of heterosexuality. Heterophobes, please discontinue reading. If you fit the aforementioned category, the author cannot be held responsible for any unwanted side affects that occur and should not be flamed as a result.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and a lot of other people who didn't write/come up with crap and just make crappy toys.

By Goddess of Darkness (3)

I'm not trying to be arrogant, or a pig, or conceited, or a bully. I just want to be perfect.

I know, I know, 'no one's perfect', but I want to get as close as humanly possible. And I realize I should just try and be myself if I want people to like me, but that's just not possible for me. Because no one would like me if I was just 'James Potter, ordinary boy' instead of 'James Potter, super-sexy quidditch star.' No one would like the James Potter who likes poetry, who likes muggle movies, who sits still – that's right sits still – for hours thinking. No one would like him. That's why I go to such lengths to hide him.

Well, that's half the reason. The other half is about five foot six, has fiery red hair, dazzling green eyes, a dizzying intellect, freckles on her nose that she hates with a passion, and is even prettier – if that's possible – when she smiles. The other half is the incredible, incomprehensible Lily Evans. I want – no, I need – to be perfect for her. Because she is perfection.

I know there are flaws in my plan. Lily hates my attitude almost as much as Snivellus does. She's always telling me – when she's speaking to me – to stop acting like such an arrogant prat. But I can't, because, as much as she hates me now, she'd really detest the real me, the one behind the mask. And I would much rather have her hate the man she thinks is me than have her hate the man she knows is me.

I'm not trying to be arrogant. I'm trying to be perfect.

Quote: "We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection." - Sidney Poitier