Lily knew James was in love with her from the moment they'd met. She loved him to, but never wanted to date him. Lily was usually very good at knowing a person's personality. And she knew James was nothing but trouble. How wrong she was. On the first day of their Seventh Year, James had given her a pure white Lily and told her how sorry he was for all the times he'd bothered her, and that if she just gave him a chance, he'd be the better person he always was, but never shown. That was one choice, Lily hadn't grown to regret.