A/N: So, this took me some time to write and I know it's not my best but don't be to harsh, okay? Remember to review, cause it makes me smile.:)

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, sadly, I don't own it. (If I did, I'd be rich and my life would be so much awesomer.)

James bloody Potter is so bloody perfect, thought Lily Evans as she stalked through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lily had been fighting, once again, with her fellow Head, James Potter. This time it was about missing Prefect schedules. Lily was sure that Potter had them last, but when she asked Potter, he claimed she had them. She was so sure she hadn't lost them and that Potter must have just been pulling her leg. That thought only lasted about several minutes, until she sat on her favourite chair and heard a crinkle beneath her, only to find three pieces of parchment containing the Prefect schedules. Potter had been right, she had had them last.

So, here she was, stomping through the halls looking for bloody Potter, so she could apologize because Lily Evans was not rude and Lily Evans could admit when she was wrong. Even if that meant she had to apologize to that stupid, arrogant, toe-rag, James Potter.

Except, he wasn't stupid, he was brilliant. He hardly had to work to get amazing grades, either. He was bloody gorgeous, no one could deny that, and an amazing quidditch player too. He had amazing friends, a great sense of humour, every girl wanted him and to top it all off, he belonged to one of the longest lines of pureblood families in the wizarding world. The git was bloody rich too. James bloody Potter was so bloody perfect.

I wish he would just jump off of a bloody bri-

"Hey! Watch the bloody hell where you're going!" Lily screamed as she was knocked off her feet.

"Oh, sorry Evans, I wasn't paying attention. I'll just be on my way, Padfoots waiting-"

"No, wait Potter." She interrupted his murmurings. "I just wanted to a-apologize for yelling at you earlier. You were... "She took a deep breathe. "You were right, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." He mumbled, staring at the ground. Lily had noticed that Potter had been doing that a lot lately.

"Is that all you have to say? 'Yeah, Okay.' You are despicable Potter! And another thing, look me in the eye when I'm talking to you. I mean, it looks like you've got something wrong with your neck. I know, your heads gotten so big, it just can't hold it up anymore. You think you're so perfect, it makes me sick. I hate you!"

"You know what Evans?" He said, finally looking at me in the eye.

"What?"

"I think you're jealous."

"What? Jealous of you? You're kidding me, right? You're kidding me."

"I think that you can't stand that I have so much that you don't, when you work so much harder than me. Except, you don't. I work just as hard as anyone else around here. I have to." His voice was deadly calm and he was looking Lily straight in they eye. There was green and gold swirling in his hazel eyes, which she had never noticed before. They were so much more beautiful than she knew. She thought she saw pain swirling in his beautiful hazel eyes, but he backed away before she had a chance to be sure.

"Prongs! There you are. I've been waiting for you in the dungeons for like twenty minutes."

"Sorry, Padfoot, I've been dealing with some shit."

"Like what?"

"It doesn't matter, it was nothing." With that, Lily was left standing by herself in the middle of the corridor, wondering what just happened.

Lily Evans and James Potter had not spoken in a month and strangely James seemed to be taking it perfectly fine. He was smiling, laughing and acting like Lily and he had never met. Only his friend knew that James was cracking, for every now and then he would laugh a little too loud at a joke or press down on his quill a little too hard and break the tip. Just the smallest things, unnoticed by any outsiders, would send that look of worry and panic between Remus, Sirius and Peter. For three weeks they sat around, just waiting for the pressure to mount and for James to break.

So Remus knew exactly what to do when James nicked himself with his knife in Potions and began to panic about the small bead of blood forming on the tip of his finger.

"Professor, may I be excused to take James to the Hospital Wing?"

"He does look quite ill, doesn't he?" Professor Slughorn said looking at the pale and hyperventilating James. "Very well, then." Remus grabbed James' shoulder and pulled him out of the classroom. Remus drug James down the hallway and into a secret passageway, hidden behind a portrait of a small green elf-like creature. He pushed him against the wall of the passageway and James slid down it, falling to the floor.

James' eyes were wide with panic and looks of pain were flashing across his face. His skin was pale and a cold sweat was beading on his forehead, dripping down his face and mixing with the tears pouring down his cheeks. His breathing was ragged and uneven. James was holding his finger up in front of his face watching the single drop of blood run down it.

Remus pulled James' two way mirror out of his pocket and used it to call Sirius, who was in Care of Magical Creatures with Peter. He stood there and called Sirius' name several times before he answered.

"What? You do realize I'm in class, right... Moony? Why do you have Prongs' mirror?"

"It's James, and it's worse than we thought."

"What set him off?"

"Nicked his finger in Potions. We're in the east hallway, behind the portrait of the green elf."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute, Moony."

True to his word, Sirius arrived only moments later.

"How'd you get here so fast?"

"You didn't really think I was in class, did you Moony?"

"Well, yeah, where else would you be?"

"It doesn't matter. Where's Prongs?"

"Right here." Remus stated, moving out of the way, so James came into view. He looked just as bad as before, maybe even worse.

"Prongs!" Sirius ran over and knelt down beside his brother, in all but blood. "Prongs, calm down. You've got to tell me what's wrong."

"I-I cut myself. There was- the-the blood." At this he bent over and started sobbing into his knees. "It-it just hu-hurts so-o bad." Sirius knew that the last part had nothing to do with the small cut on his mate's finger.

"I know, James, I know." He wrapped his arms around James in a brotherly hug. Remus sat down beside them and began to rub comforting circles on James' back.

"W-why does it hurt s-so b-bad?"

"Broken hearts always do, mate." Remus whispered.

"Why d-does she hate m-me?" James lifted his head up and looked at both Sirius and Remus.

"Because she's stupid." It was Peter who spoke, as he closed the portrait behind him. "The map." He said by way of explaining how he found them.

Ten minutes later, James sniffed, wiped his eyes and stood up. His eyes were rimmed with red, his nose was stuffed and his head was pounding, but strangely he felt so much better than before.

"I could use a smoke, then let's grab some supper."

"Sounds good, mate." Sirius said standing up and dusting himself up.

Thirty minutes later the Marauders entered the Great Hall, laughing loudly and smelling slightly of cigarette smoke. Lily looked just as a small fourth year ran up to James and excitedly began rambling on about something to him. He smiled slightly, but shook his head. Lily watched the girls face fall.

James bloody Potter is so bloody perfect, though Lily Evans.