Chapter 1

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There she was. My view of her was obscured by the small, ever-present crowd surrounding her in the Great Hall, and I hadn't seen her all summer, but I knew it was her nonetheless. There was no mistaking her smooth, bright red hair that fell to the middle of her back, or her vibrant, shimmering green eyes. Lily Evans. The golden girl, the girl who can do no wrong, the girl who everybody loves. Everybody except me. I loathe her. I despise her. I abhor and detest her. I hate her with the fire of a thousand suns. How else can I say this? The bottom line is that every time I look at the pretty, perky, perfect Miss Evans, all I feel is bitterness, right down to my very core. She makes me want to vomit.

Why do I hate her, you ask? There are so many possible answers. Lily truly is perfect; she is tall, svelte, beautiful, intelligent, funny, talented, and, as if that wasn't enough, she's ambitious and ridiculously nice…to everybody, including the geeks! She is the most popular girl in school and the professors' pet. There isn't a thing wrong with her, and she has everything a girl could ever want. That makes my blood boil. You all know the type; she is the girl who you just can't help but hate. Unfortunately it seems I'm the only one who feels this way. Perhaps I wouldn't have cared about lovely little Lily being so damn perfect and adored if it weren't for one thing.


The boy I have been hopelessly in love with for three years, and have pined over for even longer. Since the moment I laid my eyes on him on my very first day of Hogwarts, I knew he was special. I was drawn to him, and though I didn't know why, I knew I couldn't fight it. When third year began and the teenage hormones started kicking in, I realized what that strange pull towards him was. It was love. At first I thought it had to be a phase, but here I am three years later, still in love with him.

Every time I look at him he pulls me in deeper. His raven hair shines like my favorite time of night, and his eyes are hypnotizing. It isn't just his looks that I adore, though. Oh no, this isn't just some lustful schoolgirl crush. This runs far deeper. His sense of humor keeps me in stitches, and his bravery knows no bounds. On top of that, his intelligence never ceases to amaze me, and his creativity is second to none. When he speaks, he captivates the room, and his voice sends shivers down my spine. Everything about him is amazing. There's just one little problem.

He's in love with Lily bloody Evans.