Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately

A/N – this takes place just after the dreaded DADA owl in 5th year!

"Hey Evans, what are you doing here,"

"Thinking Potter, just thinking." I didn't have the heart to tell him to go away, or the energy. I'd been hurt by my best friend, I was nothing more than a Mudblood. I'd over reacted towards Potter slightly, but it didn't matter. None of it did. I just remained still my back against the giant Oak tree, knees pulled up to my chest, my view overlooked the black lake.

I could hear him shuffling, so I looked up, I knew my eyes were puffy and almost as red as my hair, but for some reason, I wanted him to see my pain. I could see the pity in his hazel eyes.

"Well, I'm just gonna have to sit with you, until you stop crying then," and only a moment later he was sat next to me, our shoulders brushing.

"I always liked the lake," I confessed, "It seemed peaceful you know?" he nodded so I carried on. "I know there is a giant squid and mer-creatures, but it just felt like a happy place to frolic, well it used to anyway,"

In response, Potter nudged closer, and wrapped his arm round me.

"Aw Lil, you know, you could carry on moping and being upset and give those Slytherins the satisfaction of it. Or, you could walk into the great hall with your head held high and show them whose boss,"

I looked at him, he wasn't looking at me, but out across at the violet sunset. "You don't get the constant looks, the hisses, the heckles,"

"I get called a blood traitor."

"Only by choice."

"Lils, Evans, even if you were a pureblood we all know joining Voldemort would be last on your list of priorities, so yes I think yours is a choice too,"

And, that's when I finally rested my head on his shoulder and cried. His arms snaked around me pulling me closer, tighter.

"I'm sorry for being a prat," he breathed into my hair "Really sorry, you're the last person I would hurt, ever. I promise."

"I know." I'd stopped crying by this point and and instead shivered, causing Potter to shuffle away, taking off his jumper and placing it gently over my head.

"Stifling isn't it?" to which I could only smile.

Pulling it on, Potter put his arm back around me and my head fell onto his shoulder. His jumper smelt musky, it was oddly comforting. We stayed like this for a while. I thought he might just get bored, just a little anyway. But, he seemed content, just sat there our backs against the tree, gazing out.

Finally, I spoke "How did you know where I would be?"

"That is a trade secret, you know marauders business,"

"But, you'll tell me someday?"

"If you go on a date with me Evans,"

"You know I prefer, James the sensitive guy, who still remains funny. But, not Potter who is arrogant and obnoxious." I said almost exasperated.

"Are you saying I'm bipolar?"

To that I chuckled, "No, just saying I like a bit of maturity,"

"I hear you loud and clear, over," he said tickling in my sides. "Anyway, Evans, it has been fun, but I think its time we headed back up, Marlene's worried not to mention, Remus."

"And they sent you here?"

"No, I sent myself, being mature and all," he said giving me a wink.

Once, he got to his feet, he pulled me up and we started walking up towards the wooden doors.

"So about finding me?" I asked trying my luck

"Trade secrets,"

And with that we walked up towards the common room. And, it had to be said for this first time in hours I was happy.

A/N – I have really gotten back into fanfiction at the moment. And currently have the first three chapters or so written for this, with more planned! Sorry, its short, the chapters do get longer I promise!