He's In My head
Lily's POV
That boy! That boy has been intervening in all my thoughts. Every single one of them. Every single class I have to look for him in the small room making sure he didn't apparate into my mind and make himself a house there just to annoy me. But than again he hasn't really been annoying me all that much. Earlier in the year we made a kind of agreement that we would be friends for the sake of the well being of the school and everyone in it. And we have been. Friends that is. He hasn't asked me out once. He hasn't given me that smirk that used to make my blood boil. He hasn't pranked anyone that big anymore. Sure he still did a couple of pranks now and then, but nothing big. I'm just coming to the conclusion that I actually . . . . miss those annoying pranks. I miss hearing everyone laughing all throughout the Great Hall when the Slytherins' food on their plates blew up in their faces'. I actually truly miss that. And look, James is all I've been thinking about. I just can't seem to get him out of my head! I think about him all day through. AND even all night through! Just last night I was having a dream of him. With me messing his silky black never-staying-flat wonderful hair even more with my hands. Now his hair. That's a subject that makes my knees go weak. When ever he ran his hand through his hair it used to annoy me like hell, but nope, not anymore. Now I love it. I can hardly stop staring at it. I catch myself wondering what it would feel like if my hands wound through it. I can only imagine it as silky and soft as in my dreams. Oh my god! do you hear me? I'm a mental case, a true mental case! I can't believe what is happening to me!
I've fallen for James Potter. The unruly hair, arrogant, toe rag, mischief maker, chaser, and one of the school heart-throb boys of Hogwarts.
And all the same wonderful, brilliant, intelligent, funny, caring, sweet, kind, mischievous, mature James Potter. And now to my luck he's moved on. Without needing me anymore.
End of Lily's POV
Lily all of a sudden felt this huge pain on her forehead.
"OW!" she yelped.
She looked up to see what was inflicted on her and she found herself staring at a cold stone, one of many of Hogwarts, a wall. "Bloody hell!" she thought
She just walked herself into a wall. And on top of that she just realized that she was late for class. She started running back to class, skidding past the door of her Transfiguration class, she hurried back to it and walked through, feeling the throb of the now bruising bump on her forehead.
"Miss Evans, where have you been? I would of never expected you to be late!" Professor McGonagall said.
Lily could hear Sirius Black's muffled laughter behind her.
The throbbing in her head was a big pulsing movement and Lily needed to sit down. it was then Professor McGonagall looked at the purple and blue spot on her forehead.
"Miss Evans whatever happened to your forehead? How did you get that bruise?" the Professor questioned.
It seemed the whole class seemed to turn as one to look and Lily's new attention seeking bruise.
"It's a long story, professor." Lily simply stated.
Lily started turning a shade of red remembering just how she got the bruise and why it happened. McGonagall went back to the lesson. Lily turned in her seat to try and look unsuspicious while looking at James who was seated across the room a little ways away from her. She felt someone watching her, but it wasn't James. She turned a little and saw Remus looking at her questioningly with his eyebrows raised. "Aww no!" Lily thought. It got worst when Remus elbowed Sirius in the side who sat next to him and nodded his head towards Lily who kept glancing at James despite herself. Lily turned back at to look at Remus and found herself looking at Sirius practically stuffing his fist into his mouth to keep from laughing while Remus looked straight on forward not looking at Lily or James or Sirius. he just smiled a Marauders smile. "Oh god!,this is going to be a loooooong day." she thought. With a quiet groan Lily turned to look at back at the Professor not even trying to listen knowing it would be a futile attempt at trying to concentrate while a boy with glasses, hazel eyes, and raven hair occupied her mind for the rest of the day. This was going to be a long day indeed for Lily Evans.
A/N: tell me if you would like for me to continue. The chapters would get longer. And there would be a lot JAMESXLILY, this my first harry potter fic so be patient with me. And don't forget to gie me some advice. This is terribly short and I apologize for that.