"Potter?  Being nice?  To a first year?  Something had to be wrong."

“So Lily, how does it feel not hexing me into oblivion every five minutes?”
 
“Surprisingly empty actually,” I retorted, rather harsher than I intended, but James didn’t seem to notice.  Then again, I didn’t really have the energy to feel guilty about snapping at him for no reason.  It’s not like it was the first time I reacted like that.  I was just in a surprisingly good mood today, and not even Potter could ruin that for me.

I supposed I could understand what Mary said too, he was petite, but he was not lanky, he had a small waist, but his shoulders were broad and I could see the faint definitions of muscles through his shirt.  He didn’t look melt-worthy per say, but for the female population quota, he was more than enough.  If I hadn’t had such bitter feelings about him so long, dug into my very being, I might have fancied him.  I shivered again at the thought.

"As I looked through the large crack in front of me, I saw that there was a great, large, werewolf standing in the center of the room, staring hungrily at James and Sirius.  The werewolf’s cries masked my own as I stared in horror, realizing that their stupid curiosity, much like my own, was about to get them killed." 

 

“What’s wrong Lily?”  He set a hand on my shoulder, and I shivered at the touch, sure that he would hate me after this.

 

“Nothings wrong with me…it’s just,” I couldn’t find the appropriate words, and Remus just stared at me curiously with his big golden brown eyes.  I saw a new scar above his left eye.

The fact that I was actually caring what James thought scared me the most.  Before, I could tell easily how James felt; whether he was angry with me (though he rarely was), or “in love” with me, or just simply happy to be in my presence.  The point was, I could read him like a book, but now…I don’t know.  I never know what he’s thinking about, how he feels about me, or even if he still wants me.

“Lily, you don’t mean that.”  He narrowed his eyes, and now moved on to the couch I was sitting on.


“I think I do James,” I replied, “All you’ve done is cause me pain ever since I started coming to this school, and I’m tired of it.  I may not have the right to tell you who to date, but I’m not stupid.  Tatiana’s not good for you.”

 

“Umm,” I muttered, unable to take my eyes off of his lush stomach, he was wearing loose muggle sweat pants with his trainors, with his t-shirt and cloak in his hands.  I realized it must have been a more muggle-type of training session, what with running and such, “I-I wanted to speak with you.”

I shook him gently, and he murmured angrily in his sleep, unwilling to be lulled out.  I shook him harder, but he still refused to wake up.  Finally I grabbed a nearby pillow and whacked him in the face; he awoke after that.

 

“Merlin, Evans that hurt…you hit my scar.”  He rubbed his scar over his eyebrow gently, not even bothering to bid good morning to me, but trying to sit up.  He cringed as his shirt made contact with his bare damaged flesh.