Disclaimer: My name is pEaCe-LoVe-hArRyPoTtEr; do you seriously think that J.K. Rowling would be THAT obsessed with her own characters? Do you even think she'd be writing here? No offence to fanfiction, it's awesome :) This takes place in Lily's seventh year.

Alice stood by the lake with Frank by her side. He never left her side. That is the sweetest thing I have ever seen; my boyfriend, Eric, is always somewhere else. Never near me, so unlike Frank and Alice. But, do not fret; I do have my own personal stalker, James Potter. He is my constant companion, even if I don't want him around, he is here. Him with his messy black hair and dirty hands. Usually he has a snitch with him but not lately. Lately, even James hasn't been around.

I slowly got to my feet, clutching my book. Even for me, Pride and Prejudice was hard to read and I was supposed to be a bookworm! Alice saw me and turned. She beckoned me toward her and Frank, I simply smiled and shook my head, not wanting to ruin this for her. Alice always got the boy, but they never stayed. Frank seemed to be stuck to her like glue though, so I hoped this might work.

I made my way up toward the Heads Dorms, hoping James would be out tonight. I just don't feel like dealing with his crap right now.

"Quid Agis." I muttered at the portrait of deer. It swung open, revealing, oh shit. There was James, his shirt off, toned muscles and everything, underneath him was, Victoria Valence, her shirt off, pink, frilly bra and everything.

"Ohmygod." My words mashed together as James looked up, a blush clear upon his face, embarrassed for getting caught in the act. Victoria was grinning from ear-to-ear.

James' wide hazel eyes met my green, shamed ones. 'I'm so sorry.' I mouthed. I don't think he even noticed. Victoria wriggled underneath him, "Jaammmeeeesss!" she whined. He quickly jumped off of her, his hand immediately going to his hair.

"Um, Vic? I think it'd be best if you left now." He picked up his shirt and quickly threw it on.

"But James! We were just getting started!" Unneeded mental images flashed through my head. After a bit I replaced Victoria, me in my plain, white bra and everything. I looked at him, I saw that his lips were a little puffy and his raven hair was even more tousled than before. I pictured me making his soft lips puffy and me running my hands through his ebony hair, making it tousled. I blinked and shook my head. Me?

"Out. Now, Vic." James pointed at the door where I stood, still in my trance.

"Fine." She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. She bumped into me as she exited the common room, practically knocking me over. I didn't blame her. I'd be mad if somebody walked in on that too.

"Hey, Lily." James tentatively called to me; his hand flew back to his hair. I walked over to the couch and almost sat, then remembered where James' little snog session had just occurred and chose a comforter instead.

"Lily?" He came inches from my face making me snap out of my trance and my cheeks burn as images of James and I on the couch still rolled through my brain.

"What the hell was that?" I asked him. I rose from the chair, prepared for a fight.

"That was me making out with my girlfriend." He retorted, his beautiful hazel eyes becoming tiny slits.

"Well, what ever happened to 'I love you, Lily! Go out with me, Lily! You're my one and only, Lily!'" I raised my voice at the incrediulous boy in front of me. If he loves me then why was he on top of her?

"I DO love you, Lily! And I DO wish desperately that you would go out with me but a guy can't wait forever! My heart aches every time I see you with him, it stops every time I see your smile, and it beats uncontrollably every time someone even mentions your name! If that's not love than what is?" he shouted right back at me. He loves me. Oh, Merlin, I shouldn't be this happy.

"So you love me but you like her? That is wrong, James. You don't know how it feels to be the one, liked- not loved, used- not loved, and played with- not loved."

"And you do?!" He hollered.

"Yes, I do. If you want me, give up the other girl, if you want her, give up me." I sighed at him as horror at my words flashed across his face. I turned and went up the stairs to my room, ready for a good night's sleep, I was exhausted.

Authors Note: Ouch, that's a sad one and pretty short too… sorry. Anyways! Please read and review! All suggestions are welcome and wanted!

Fact: Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are fifty years of age or older. That's a pretty boring fact :P Oh, well, there will always be more!