Ophelia Parker, a name everyone knew. An enigma to everyone around her yet they all had something to say, she was the girl who had perfect grades or she was the girl who was cheated on by her boyfriend or the one rumour where she was the girl who had a summer fling with James Potter!

Ridiculous right?

Or maybe not so ridiculous since that one was true, those six weeks spent together when both their families had coincidentally rented summer houses next to each other on the coast of Cornwall.

They had never meant to kiss the night of the beach party. They had never meant to hook up afterwards. Yet they still continued their risky actions throughout the summer until august slipped away.

They never meant to fall for each other. But they did.

He never meant to break her heart. But he did.

But of course Ophelia couldn't blame Lily Evans for capturing his heart, she should have known that after a lustful summer that everything would have go back to normal. What a dreadful word, yet its one where James pines over Lily and Ophelia over James.

Growing up on romance novels should have warned the young teenager about stupid love triangles yet here we are beginning Ophelia Parkers story in the middle of one. Like Jane, Michael and Rafael in that one silly tv show she remembered catching on the small (and only) television in the Parker's summer house.

Love, love, love, what a tricky little thing!