Disclaimer: Despite numerous wishes, Harry Potter never has and never will be mine. Do I look rich to you?

A James Prologue

James walked confidently onto Platform 9 ¾, his hazel eyes roaming over the crowd of students that were standing in front of the scarlet steam engine, searching for a hint of bright red hair. James was about to enter his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was more determined than ever to win over the lovely Lily Evans. Lily was the girl of his dreams with her long flowing red hair and her bright green eyes, and James had been in love with her for years. He was convinced that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. The only problem with this brilliant plan was that Lily didn't seem to agree. For as long as he had been madly in love with her, Lily Evans had hated James Potter with every fiber of her being. James let out a sigh of depression when he couldn't find his lady love on the platform.

Maybe she'll learn to like me this year. He thought hopefully. Maybe she'll realize that I only act like a big-headed jerk around her because she makes me so nervous, that I only act arrogant because I'm trying to impress her. Not that it has worked for me… hmm… maybe I should try a different strategy this year. She's got to see that we belong together…

Kissing the Red Head

Chapter 1: In Which Lily Tries to Ignore James

This year is going to be wonderful. I'm Head Girl and can finally stop Potter from annoying me too much. He puts one toe out of line and I'll give him detention. Oh, what a happy thought! I wonder if it is evil to be this happy about giving someone else detention? I mean, I'm sure he'll deserve it, he usually does. Hopefully he'll have grown up a little over the summer and he will leave me alone this year. But something tells me that is not likely, more like wishful thinking. Pity. Oh well, I can fantasize about Potter finally leaving me alone later, now I have to go meet the Head Boy. Hope it isn't a Slytherin. I don't think I could spend a year working with Snivellus… I mean Snape. Especially as the Heads have their own dorm. Maybe I'll get lucky and it will be someone like Remus. Although, that might mean that I have to see Potter more than usual. I'll hope for a nice Ravenclaw, they are nice. As long as it's not…

Potter! What is he doing here? No! It can't be! No way would Dumbledore make him Head Boy! Oh no, my life is ending, I can't survive a year of him. What is the boy rambling about now? Hmph! He actually is trying to have a conversation with me. Like I am going to sit here and tell him how my summer was. That is none of his business. And he'll stay away from me if he knows what is good for him. Besides, I've come to the conclusion that the best way to deal with the annoying git is to just ignore him completely. I am not going to give him the satisfaction of speaking to him. I bet he only bugs me to try and get to me anyways. He can't possibly mean any of it.

"Lily? Are you even listening to me?" No! I'm ignoring you. Can't you see that?

She shot him a scathing look and didn't reply, then abruptly stood up and headed for the door. There is no way I am going to sit here with Potter! But he caught her arm before she reached the door. I'm not even going to give him the pleasure of yelling at him. I think I'll continue avoiding talking to him. Maybe it will annoy him enough that he'll stop annoying me. She glared at him, only to receive quite a shock when she looked in his eyes. She expected to see his trademark smirk on his face, but he was instead looking at her intently, his eyes full of burning passion. The look scared her. Just as she was rethinking her plan to ignore him, maybe yelling would be more effective…, James suddenly swooped down and planted his lips right on hers. Before she even had a chance to realize what was happening, he had disappeared out the door, leaving her standing in a daze.

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Lily was sitting in the couch of the Head common room, staring moodily into the fire, when James walked in late that night. At the sight of him she jumped up and quickly walked towards the door of her room, but he beat her to it. There was fire smoldering in her eyes. Angry fire.

"Lily, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have done that… it's just that I really like you and you looked so beautiful and I really couldn't stop myself…"

Oh, he is so on dangerous ground! The prat should get away from me before I do something I might later regret. Actually, on second thought, I don't think I would regret anything I might do to him. After all, he does deserve it.

"Can't you just give me a chance, Lil?" He did not just call me that! "I just know we are meant to be togeth…" He never even finished his sentence, for her hand met the side of his face in a furious slap. Out of instinct he reached out and deftly caught her small hand in his, preventing her from attacking him again.

The fire in Lily's eyes intensified. Angrily she brought her other hand up to attack him, but James caught it before she made contact with his face again. Her eyes narrowed at him. Oh, he is going to get it!

James stared at her for several seconds, then twisted her around and slammed her body against the door of her room. She looked up at him, surprise overtaking the anger in her eyes. And before she could say anything, James had once again placed his lips firmly on hers. This kiss was not quick like the last one, it was slow and passionate. Or it was until Lily brought her knee up to connect with his groin, effectively getting him to let go of her. As James collapsed in pain on the floor Lily practically ran into her room and slammed the door, before sliding down to sit on the floor and burying her face in her hands.

The prat! I slap him and he kisses me! What made him think he could do that! He deserves whatever he gets. Stupid boy should learn to keep his lips well away from my own… even if he is a good kisser. But that is entirely besides the point. He needs to leave me the hell alone. I'm starting to think that my tactic of not speaking to him may not be working very well. Perhaps I should go back to screaming at him? I'll have to think about that one. He had just better leave me alone tomorrow. I'm liable to start cursing him if he keeps trying to kiss me and talk to me.

A/N: This is a relatively short fic that just popped into my head one day. It is already written so updates should be frequent. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think.