Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters in my story. J.K. Rowling does.

I do, however, own the plot...and that is it.

A/N: Okay, So…this chapters a bit short…but they get longer as I go along. This is my first fanfiction that I'm actually quite proud of. . So please be nice. I appreciate constructive criticism . I stress the word constructive. No flamers please. I'd like to get some reviews before I post the next chapter so…please review .

Love Candy

He was hiding something from her, and she knew it. He was a really bad liar and Lily could tell by the way all the marauders avoided her glances that they all knew something, which she clearly didn't. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to let it go, but something in her brain just wouldn't let her. She had to save him. However cliché it sounded – or was – she needed to save him. She ran a hand through her hair. It was starting to get tangled and knotted from all the times she'd run her hand through it that day. It was a nervous habit; you could always tell when she was stressed, because her hair would look un-brushed.

"James," she half-whispered, opening her eyes. "I know something's not right, and it's not okay for you to not tell me. I know that you just want to protect me, but I'm not a little girl. I can protect myself just as well as the next person." He looked at her and she could read in his eyes that he wanted, almost needed, to tell her, but instead he just shook his head and sighed

"Lily…" he sighed heavily, standing up. "I tell you absolutely everything. If there was something going on, you'd be the first to know. I promise." He grabbed her hands and squeezed them softly, "Everything's alright. Do you trust me?"

Did she trust him? Of course she trusted him. More than anything else in the world, he was the only thing she did trust most days, but something about that look in his eyes told her she shouldn't. She glanced around at the marauders. Sirius was idly playing with his wand so he could avoid looking at her. Remus had his nose in a book, which was not uncharacteristic of him, but today it was rather annoying to her. Peter stared avidly at the pair of them, wondering what would happen next.

There was no point in arguing any further, she wasn't getting anything out of him or his friends tonight. She nodded.

"I trust you," she let out in one breath. James' face spread into a smile.

"That's my girl. I love you," he said quickly, brushing his lips against her cheek.

"I love you too," she whispered softly. She looked up at him, one of her hands reaching up to rest on his cheek. She caressed his cheek with her hand, running it down his face. His skin felt rough against her own, and he looked so tired…She wanted to hold him and let him sleep.

The bags and dark circles under his eyes scared her more than anything. He wasn't sleeping, and not sleeping is a result of a guilty conscience. But what did he have to feel guilty about? Why wouldn't he just let her in? As she let her hand trail down his face he became suspicious, placing a hand over hers to stop its movement.

He said with a small smirk, "What are you doing?"

She looked at him for a long moment and then said, without thinking, "Memorizing your face."

James raised a brow, "You think you might not see it for awhile?" he asked, a bit condescendingly.

She shrugged. "I don't know what to think." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "See you in the morning." She turned and traipsed up the stairs without a second glance towards him; she was slightly afraid of what she might see if she did.