A/N: I'm soooo bloody sorry! I know I left you hanging there for a long time but life got busy. I'm really glad though, that I decided to continue this story and I hope you are too. Sooo, don't eat me! And review!

Disclaimer: Obviously if it wasn't mine last chapter, it isn't mine now... duh.

It was three in the morning when a still very awake Lily Evans wandered down through Hogwarts corridors searching for the hospital wing. She'd been sneaking in to see late every night for the past two weeks since he'd been hurt. Lily desperately wanted to believe that she had nothing to do with what happened to James, but she knew that was a lie. Sirius was right, James wasn't stupid enough, even when drunk, to go down into the dungeons without a wand, unless he wanted to be hurt. This thought left her feeling guilty, which led her down to the hospital wing late at night to sit by James' bedside.

She only went at night. She didn't really want anyone to know that she cared, not even James, and at night the school felt pretty much abandoned. This was because James and she were the only ones aloud out past curfew.

So, of course it shocked her when she heard voices coming out of the hospital wing as she approached the door. She nearly turned and fled, but then she recognized who was speaking. It was Sirius and James. Lily realized that they were probably having a private conversation, because, really, who sits up at three in the morning to make small talk. She was about to turn and leave when she heard something that made her freeze.

"...Lily just doesn't get it, Prongs."

"She never will."

"Sure she will, mate. You've just got to give her time."

"Time to what? Take what's left of my heart and smash it to bits. I can't d-do it anymore, Padfoot."

"Prongs, don't say that."

"I-I just..." Lily heard then a sound that could only be someone sobbing like their heart was broken.

"Prongs, mate, I know. It's gonna be alright, man. Come on..."

"Stop Sirius! You don't get it! You just go from girl to girl, you don't care! You've never felt like this!"

"I know, James, and I'm so sorry that you have to feel this. If there was anything I could do..."

"I know, I know... It's just... She's all I have left, I mean, other than you guys."

"Prongs, you know your mom and dad would never want to see you like this."

"Yeah, I do."

"They'd want you to be happy. To live."

"Yeah."

"So what are you gonna do, mate?"

"Not a fucking clue."

Lily heard a bark like laugh from Sirius She decided that she had intruded enough for tonight and took off down the hall at the fastest pace possible without running.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

James awoke the next morning feeling slightly lighter after he and Sirius' chat the previous night. Not to mention, knowing he was one day closer to being let out of the prison known as the hospital wing. He still hadn't a clue about what he was going to do when he got out but he had a few ideas, and it wasn't like he had to act on them right away. He had time to think.

He could; a) Ask Lily out again.

b) Ignore Lily.

c) Jump off the astronomy tower.

He was leaning towards b.

He knew though, that ignoring the only girl he'd ever truly fallen for was going to be tougher than it seemed from his cramped little hospital bed.

"Mr. Potter, glad to see you're awake." Madam Pomfrey greeted as she whisked from bed to bed.

"Yeah, morning."

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Oh, ya know." James shrugged.

"Actually, Mr. Potter, contrary to popular belief, I am not telepathic, therefore I cannot read your mind. So, you must tell me how you feel."

"Oh, really." James said, recognizing a prime opportunity to annoy. "Well, ya know Madam Pom-pom, I happen to be a little hungry this morning, but most of all, I miss my ladies... If you know what I mean." He said while suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

"Mr. Potter, that is highly inappropriate, if you know what I mean." Madam Pomfrey huffed turned to leave, but then stopped turning to look at James and added "If you miss your ladies so much, I'm sure Miss Evans would be willing to join you, seeing as she is here almost every night."

James heart panged painfully and he tried to force a smile on his face but failed miserably. Seeming contented, Madam Pomfrey turned and strutted back into her office.

James let his head fall back onto the pillow. Lily came to see me, but why? He wondered. She hated him. There was no way she didn't, it couldn't be possible. She was probably just worried she's have to do all the head duties by herself. That was it, it had to be. Lily Evans did not care about James Potter.

OOOOOOOOOOO

"James! Stop it!" Giggled the beautiful red head lying in his arms. He ducked his head and kissed along her jaw and down her neck.

"Seriously James, stop."

"Why should I when you're here looking absolutely gorgeous, tangled in my sheets. You're practically begging to be ravished." Slowly, he slid his hand down her side and placed it on her hip, squeezing slightly. "Look me in the eyes and tell me to stop, Lily." James whispered huskily in her ear causing her to shiver slightly.

"James." But it was more of a whimper this time.

He kissed her hard, moulding their lips together. His one hand remained on her hip, while the other slid all over her body, searching for skin that wasn't covered by his Gryffindor red sheets. Her hands became entangled in his hair as the kisses got deeper.

"I love you." James whispered against her lips.

She bit down on his lip, drawing blood.

"That's pathetic." She growled as the golden glow that had taken residence in the background slowly darkened. Lily stood and began to gather her clothes from the floor.

"I-I thought you loved me too." James whimpered slightly."

"Never." She closed the door behind her with a bang.

OOOOOOOOOOO

James woke with a start, covered in a light sheen of sweat, but still in his hospital bed. He began to laugh to himself as he realized that his worst nightmare was true. Lily would never love him. He was pathetic. He could never get a girl that was so bloody perfect.