Who's knocking on the door at bloody 4 in the morning? I went to answer the door and it flew open smashing me in the face, causing me to fall backwards on the floor.

"Alright there, mate?" Sirius asked, grinning down at me.

"What," I paused, emphasizing the word. "the hell are you doing here?"

“UMPH.”

I looked up and saw Sirius. “Oh! I’m SO sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“S’alright, Lily.” He said, grinning.

“What are you smiling about?” God, he knew.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” Could he make it more obvious?

“Ugh, could you just tell me where Remus is?” I asked, tapping my foot impatiently.

“But, of course.” He twirled his hand in the air and pointed towards his right. He almost looked like a butler.

“Don’t be jealous, Moony. Green isn’t an attractive colour on you.” He paused and looked towards me. “You on the other hand. . .”

“Whatever, Sirius.” I said, looking at the ground.

“No, really. James keeps going on and on about your green eyes.” As soon as I heard James’s name mentioned, my head shot up. Merlin, I was pathetic. “He says they’re beautiful; that they’re the window to your soul. So, obviously green is a nice colour on you.” He said grinning.

Remus suddenly looked up and shot daggers at Sirius. That was my cue to leave.

“I apologize.” He said as he grabbed my hand, twining our fingers together. It felt so right.

“Well,” I paused. “I don’t accept it.”

He smirked at me. “Maybe there’s something I could do to change that?”

I saw his face getting closer and closer to mine. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t stop him. He kept looking at my eyes, making sure it was OK; making sure I wouldn’t snap and slap him.

He pulled me closely and kissed me so hard, my knees became weak and I could barely move.

Quickly, he pulled away from me, staring at my eyes. “Doesn’t the fact that I love you and would do anything to have you make you love me? Just a little? It drives me bloody mental just to think about you, then I actually see you and want to grab you and never let you go. Don’t you want me?”

“That’s alright.” He said grinning. “We have the rest of our lives.”

I gulped. “That’s quite the commitment.”

He laughed, still tracing patterns on my hand. “Well, it’s either friends for life or a very annoying James Potter stalking you for the rest of your life.”

I looked at him and he winked. “Deal. We’ll be friends for life.”

“That’s all I’m asking.”

“You’re a prat.” She said after a few seconds.

“And you’re so unbelievably innocent. It’s adorable.”

“Whatever, James.”

She rested her head against the back of the couch, her eyes closed. She seemed perfectly relaxed, not to mention beautiful. She loved me. It was obvious. No one could be this comfortable around someone they didn’t love, could they?