Hi guys, this is something I wrote on kind of on a whim and it's about Lily and James dating but things don't go exactly perfect. I'll probably do a sequel to this because I have something in mind but I haven't started yet. I'd like to thank raspberryjukebox-who is my official beta now!-and all the help she gave me on improving this. Enjoy!

I was lying flat on my back on the floor of the Common room with James, relaxing with the slow warmth of the fireplace in front of me. "You know what, James? You're kind of a slut."

James, lying beside me and absorbed in a book for class, looked up at my words. "What?" he exclaimed. "I am not a slut."

"Yes, you are; think about it. You went out with Marlene, Darla, Rachelle, Megan, and about a dozen other girls within the last two years. You even went out with me!"

"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I didn't like any of them while I was with them." James defended. The book was forgotten in his lap.

"Fine, let's say that you did like all of them. Tell me- Who did you like the most?" I asked.

Five Months Earlier

"How would you like it if I went out with another girl while I was dating you?"

James looked at me owlishly from behind his glasses. "Whatever floats your boat, Lily." He snarked back at me.

I poked his chest with my finger. "This," I hissed furiously. "does not 'float my boat'."

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you flirt with every girl available at any time, even though we're dating! Do you know how hard it is for me act calm and normal when you never come over to talk to me, and I always find you at the other side of the room chatting up some big-boobed bimbo?" My words echoed down the stone hallways.

"What are you talking about? Lily, I always talk to you."

"No, you don't. You only pay attention to me when it's just us alone in the room. Then you come over to snog me."

"Don't overreact. And if it matters to you that much, then I won't snog you anymore." James fired back with a cheeky grin.

I fumed. How dare he try to joke about this when I was being completely serious? I could feel my face turning red with anger and my vision was blurring at the edges. James seemed to sense immediate danger and hastily tried to speak, but I cut him off.

"You know what, James?" I snapped. "You're right; maybe you shouldn't." I turned on my heel to leave, but felt James grip my upper arm upon my sixth step.

"Lily..." he pleaded. "I'm sorry; I'll spend more time with you like I should, starting now."

"You know what your problem is, James?" I said. "You always say that you'll fix something, or that you'll 'make it better'. And you do. For a few weeks, anyways. After that, you forget again and the pattern starts all over. But the thing is that you should already remember by yourself without me having to complain to you about it. If I was important to you, you would remember, but you don't."

James let go of my arm and I spun around again to storm out of the hallway and fume in my dorm.

During Potions the next day, James and I were partnered up to make Felix Felicis, the luck potion. We worked in silence and looked only at our ingredients.

Until I broke the silence.

"I want to break up," I murmured quietly as I stirred the contents of the cauldron, not looking up at James.

He didn't say anything. But then, we moved to get more ingredients, and ended up turning at the wrong time-or the right?-and bumped into each other. My feet were standing on his, and our bodies were pressed together. James held onto my waist, and I gripped his arm.

"Alright." he finally replied. He looked at me, smiling, and relief rushed through me when I saw nothing but affection in his eyes.

I thought that the break-up was a great call for our relationship. Now, I wouldn't have to worry about James flirting with other girls, and he probably

loved it because he wouldn't have to listen to my nagging all the time. But what I didn't know was that on the same day we broke up, at 11:36 p.m.,

James was inside of an empty Transfiguration classroom throwing desks and chairs at the wall. His face was red, and he was furious with himself.

Now

I tilted my head and waited for James to reply. I loved to look at James when he was lost in thought and see that distracted stare, because it was like he forgot that he wasn't alone and he was open about his feelings.

James snapped out of his thoughts and smirked at me.

"It's a secret."