Lily gaped at his slumped figure. They were supposed to be working, not sleeping! For the first time in her life, she questioned Dumbledore's sanity. Who would ever think of appointing someone like Potter as Head Boy?

To Lily's astonishment, James smirked. It contrasted greatly with his previous condescending attitude. "Good. At least I know you're not a liar."

"Wait...did you just buy that thing?" Lily asked incredulously. "And for...for me?!"

Remus grinned triumphantly. “Ah, so you do like James.” Lily glared. “I do not! How can I like him?”

“Damn you, Potter,” Lily said, her voice shaking. “You bloody bastard.”

James abruptly lost his temper. “Would you get off that damn idea for a moment?” He smashed his fist into the wall angrily. “Fine! I used you! I pretended you were Aileen every single time I talked to you!” He spun around, his eyes narrowed furiously. “Are you bloody happy now?”

“Because you doubt me!” James’s breathing was ragged now. “You doubt every bloody word I say and every action I take. How the hell can we be friends if you can’t even trust me?”

She smiled brightly at him. "I guess was just...I was just being a jealous little witch."

"Lily," James murmured, "will you go out with me?" Lily looked at him. "Can I say yes to that question?"

Lily smiled through her tears. She felt as if the sun had exploded within her. She was immersed in warmth, the feeling blinding her with its brilliance. Was this what it felt like to be in love?