Love is a term so easily thrown around nowadays. Something hard to get over, hard to admit to at times. And did Lily Evans still love James Potter? Well yes, but she wasn't one to admit it though. She loathed him for years, then eventually something changed, well her opinion on him did at least. And well, it didn't take long for her to fall hard and fast. But all good things come to an end, even over the stupidest things.

It caused nothing more then a stupid fight to end the relationship, in early august. Nothing more then a stupid fight. Honestly, she didn't even remember what happened, or what it was even about. Just something stupid. And of course, it grew to unbelievable proportions, stupid things being said, and well people just simply not wanting to admit they were wrong. And of course Lily was one of those people. The specifics leading up to the fight were a blur, but the final words stuck mind, so clear it was like it had happened moments ago.

"God James! Why the bloody hell do I even put up with you!" the red head yelled, emerald green eyes glaring at him.

"No one said you had to Lils," the man replied, clearly as angry as she was.

"Well if that's the case, I'll bloody leave" she yelled coldly, clearly the red head at a fiery temper. Apparently the two had much more in common then she was willing to leave.

"Come on Lily I didn't mean it that way-" he said the anger still in his voice as he saw her head towards the door.

"No you what James, I'm gone. It's done, and over with." she yelled looking back at him momentarily before storming out the door refusing to look back, the whites of her eyes beat red.

"Fine Lily! If that's the way you want it we're bloody over, I hope you're damn happy!" James yelled as he slammed the door, frustration taking over.

And what he did after that, she had absolutely no clue, She just kept going, refusing to look back, shocked it was over but to thick headed at that point to apologize or pick up the phone. And with out a doubt she'd regret that sometime. And well she did. More than she'd like to admit to. But it was in the past now. Done and over with, and she'd have to deal with that somehow or another. Even if she had to force herself to get over it, she would, even if those feelings were still there. He was probably over it by now anyways, time to grow up, after all what did she know. It was probably nothing more than a stupid childhood romance. Nothing more.

And well at this point she was quite well in the forcing herself to get over him part. New romances bloomed, one between her and Amos Diggory. A rather handsome young man, and she cared for him a lot. But wasn't exactly a word she'd chose to use. Yes she was attracted to him, and she cared for him, but did she love him, no probably not. Eventually she could, love takes time after all.

"Alight, I've got to get something for my mum, so do you want me to let you find the stuff for Marlene's Christmas thing, and I'll meet up with you in a bit?" the young man said simply, a charming smile highlighting hansom features.

"That'll do." she said rather simply, returning the smile as emerald optics gazed up towards the man "I'll be around.. somewhere."

"And I'll find you.." he continued before leaning fore ward placing a gentle kiss on the young woman's lips, "I'll be back soon Lils."

She stated a simple goodbye before she was left to wander Diagon Alley on her own.

It was mid-December, and the streets of London were covered in a layer of clean white snow. Every thing seemed so beautiful.. so perfect. The snow did that, it gave everything a strange sort of beauty. It was that time of year when people began to throw Christmas parties, that night actually she was attending one at Marlene McKinnon's home. She was an old friend from Hogwarts, it was supposed to be a big Hogwarts Reunion type thing, so god only knows if James was going to show up. It had been months since she last saw him, and knowing Marlene he was invited. She had been one of the ones completely against the breakup, and was especially against the quickly formed relationship with Amos Diggory.

A black winter jacket clung to her torso, a white scarf hung loosely around her neck, more or less for fashion then to keep warm. A simple pair of jeans with a flair clung to her legs, always more of a fan of muggle fashions. Auburn locks were curled a few pieces gently pushed behind her ear.

The young woman wandered slowly down the alley, turning into Flourish and Blotts, some of the books were always so weird, and so interesting. After all, how many muggle books would bite at or talk to you?