Worst trope ever. That's the prompt.
Have five worst tropes ever, one for each line.
“Alright, Evans?” James asked, plopping down next to Lily at the breakfast table.
“What do you mean, Potter?” she hissed, angry at herself that she shuddered involuntarily (because even gits smelled nice).
“Well, in addition to asking you out three times a day, Evans, I stalk you on my magical map–you know, with all my free time? and don’t be put off by that because I mean well–anyway, I noticed that you went to Slug Club ten minutes early, instead of your usual twenty…and I know how much you love potions–it’s your fourth favorite subject after potions, transfiguration, and defense, in that order…but you’re always early to Slug Club, and the only reason I can figure–I thought about it all night–is that you’re gravely ill….So…I repeat…are you alright?”
“Fine, thanks,” Lily said warmly, leaning toward him, because he cared, and didn’t that count for something?
“Sure thing,” James said, winking sexily, “and by the way, Evans, since I haven’t asked since Wednesday, will you go out with me?”
