Lily ran up to the deserted Gryffindor common room. Who would be inside on a day like today anyways? She thought to herself grimly.
She curled up on the couch and cried silently. She couldn't believe Severus. She thought they were friends, but then he called her a... She cried even harder. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop. Anger and sorrow boiled up inside her. Her whole body shook furiously. And that bloody James Potter. He had to coax Severus like that. Who did he think he was anyways? Always acting like nothing matters but himself.
She hated him. Every time she saw him she got a sick feeling in her stomach. He was arrogant, annoying, conceited, ignorant, and so much more.
"Hey, Evans," a voice said. She looked over her shoulder at who had aid her name. It was none other than the idiot himself, James Potter. His messy hair fell into his eyes behind his circular framed glasses.
"What do you want?" she spat, turning away from him and wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. The last thing she wanted was him to see her crying. He wouldn't get the better of her.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright," he said, holding up his hands. Lily locked her jaw. She didn't believe it for one second.
"Just go away," Lily ordered.
"Come on Evans, lighten up. I didn't mean any of it," James insisted. She crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm sure Sniv- Severus didn't either," Lily's expression softened. She had to bite her tongue to keep from breaking down in tears again.
"Leave me alone," she said, sounding more helpless than demanding. James hopped over the back of the couch and sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry," he said after a long silence. Lily finally looked at him again.
"Thank you," she said quietly. Lily got up and rushed to the girls dormitories.
"Hey, wait!" he called after her.
Lily felt repulsed by herself. She was in disbelief. She had actually liked talking to James for once. He wasn't acting arrogant or rude; he was almost being sweet. No, she thought. She still felt the same about him; completely and utterly disgusted. Maybe she could stand being near him though. Maybe he was't always as conceited as she thought him to be. She shook her head and ran into her room.