Hate at First Sight...

Hate At First Sight...

It was hate at first sight, I realized. From the moment I had seen him; I had hated him.

I hated the arrogant look about him, the way he carried himself. The way he thought he was everything.

In our first year, I had several classes with him and I found that I loathed him more than when I had first seen him.

He was pure blood, but that wasn't the reason I hated him. I loathed the fact that his whole family was wizards while mine were pure muggles.

After second year, he had a group of friends that he hung around with. They called themselves strange names and did strange things.

In third year, he started showing an unusual interest in me; I have no idea why.

He badgered and pestered me, perhaps because he liked to see me so flustered.

He asked me out so many times, but every single time I rejected him. I knew he only did it for fun, not because he liked me.

He thought he was so handsome and smart and did stupid things to try and impress me, but I didn't buy any of his crap.

He would bully other kids who bothered me and tried to appear like my hero, even though I told him I could take care of myself.

He was smart, I believe. But his friends were a bad influence on him and he was so busy trying to impress them that he didn't really concentrate on his schoolwork, I thought so.

I was always the top of the class and people made fun of me, and the amount of time I spent in the library.

I didn't care what they said though, because the library was my sanctuary and over there, no one could judge me except the books.

I liked the library because it gave me time to think and be myself, without getting teased.

The very few friends I had, used to tell me to come to the Great Hall and eat before I went, but I never listened and just went to the library right after class, where I would sneak my lunch in wile Madam Pince wasn't looking.

I would finish my homework and then spent the whole lunch period reading.

He continued to ask me in fourth year, and I still rejected him. One day in fourth year, as I snuck in to the Library to my usual spot behind the bookshelves, I saw someone was there.

It was him. I nearly screamed when I saw him, but he just smiled at me and told me to sit down.

I had no idea what he was up to, but sat down anyways. I had had a pretty bad day and wasn't in a very good mood, and so I was frowning. I had come to my sanctuary and had found him here.

He talked to me like I was normal and asked me what I was up to. I told him and we talked that day normally, like we were friends.

He made some pretty good jokes and I found myself smiling and then laughing! I laughed so hard, harder than I had ever laugh before. I felt so good after that laughing that I smiled the whole day and thought of him.

After that day, he still annoyed me and asked me out, but I still remembered that day when he was nice and when I had actually liked him.

In fifth year, I became someone else. I became less shy; or rather I hid my shy self and became more outgoing. My mother had given me some beauty tips over the summer and I found that I actually liked the way I looked. My red hair was tamable now and I rather liked the way it curled down my waist.

I got many dates and I accepted quite a few of them, but none from the one I wanted.

He never asked me out anymore, even though I wished he would. Over the summer, he had matured and spent more time on his schoolwork. He still hung out with those annoying friends of his, but there was a charm about him that I found hard to resist. I would sneak off to his Quidditch games and watch them, my green eyes searching the sky excitedly just for a glimpse of him.

In sixth year, I was made Head Girl from Prefect and he was Head Boy. When I found out, I nearly jumped for joy and screamed.

The first day of duty, he hardly talked to me and my spirits were crushed.

We talked a bit more the next day and the next, until we became good friends. I liked him much better than my fake friends because he treated me so nicely.

Near Christmas time, there was a Christmas Ball for the fifth, sixth and seventh years. I had gotten beautiful pink robes made for the occasion, in hope of him asking me.

I got many offers, but none from him.

The day before the dance, I had decided if he didn't take me, then I wouldn't go at all.

I sat beside the fire, in a bad mood.

I didn't even see him walk up to him.

I just looked up and saw him there.

"Will you go to the dance with me?" he asked in a small voice.

I thought I was dreaming, so I asked him to repeat please. He repeated and I accepted, smiling in a daze.

I went to the ball with him and had a splendid time.

The next day, while I was reading on the couch he came to ask me if I'd want to go out with him.

I was so shocked I started crying.

"Why did you stop asking?" I asked him.

He looked back, just as shocked and said, "You always said no to me, so I decided that I didn't want to bother you anymore, since you hate me."

"I don't hate you," I told him. "Not anymore."

"So you'll go out with me?" He looked hopeful.

"I was waiting for you to ask!"

We went out the next day to Hogsmeade and for the next two years. Al my best times and worst times were spent with him. He was my best friend, my confidante, and my soul mate.

I waited for two years, but one day it finally came.

I had planned to meet him in a coffee shop, and he was late as usual.

He walked in late and looked slightly nervous, and for him that was strange.

He came up to me and kneeled on one knee, with a ring in one hand. "Lily Evans, will you marry me?"

I started crying, but said, "Yes. I was waiting for you to ask!"

He smiled at me and my heart melted at my moment. I knew at that moment, that I had loved him from that day in the library when he had talked to me and hadn't judged me.

I love James Potter and will continue to do so for all eternity, because he is the one that made me smile.