`~*Chapter 7*~`
Narrator
Outside the Hospital Wing, Snape stared at the doors, obviously torn between seeing Lily, and letting her sleep. Inside, however, Lily was not sleeping. She was still talking with James, who had moved from his chair to the side of her bed. A couple of minutes later, Snape's desire to see Lily won him over. He opened the door a crack, and slipped inside. His black robes blended in with the dark room, so Lily and James didn't notice him. It was hard for Snape to see anything, but he noticed more than one silhouette sitting on Lily's bed. He decided not to show himself, and to just stand in the dark corner and listen intently to them talking.
"You know, other girls beg on their hands and knees for me." James said, and you could hear the boasting in his voice. Snape had to dig his fingernails into the palm of his hand to keep himself from calling out. Lily won't fall for that…she hates James… He thought, trying hard to reassure himself. "But you're different from the other girls."
Snape watched with hurt, and furious eyes as James leaned in and kissed Lily. But what made him start sobbing, was that Lily didn't pull away, but kissed him back. He stood up, ready to hurt James anyway he can. But something lying on the floor distracted him for a moment.
The shape he had spotted was the crushed daisy, with all but one petal gone, that Lily had given him. He summoned the broken flower silently, so James and Lily wouldn't hear him. It was too dark for the couple to see it swiftly fly over to him. Snape caught it tenderly, but even so, the last petal fell off and danced to the floor. He shoved the stem into his pocket, and opened the huge door noisily and ran out, tears rolling down his sallow cheeks. Lily and James jumped at the sudden movement and sound, and it was Lily that quickly got up and ran out into the corridor, just in time to see black robes whip around the corner.
"Did you see who it was?" James asked when Lily came back. Lily had a very good hunch, but decided to lie.
"No idea." She said with a small frown, "Anyway, you should get to bed. It's almost one in the morning." James agreed grudgingly, and went back to his dormitory. As Lily went back to her bed, she saw the tiny white petal on the floor, and picked it up, wondering where the rest of the flower was.
Lily tried to get some sleep that night, but couldn't. She felt terribly guilty, and at the same time ecstatic that James kissed her. She knew that her best friend was probably lying in his bed, unable to sleep, but for a completely different, and worse reason. At around five in the morning, Lily finally drifted off to sleep, unlike Snape, who was still crying heavily into his pillow.