a/n. Greetings, fellow Harry Potter fans!

So I'm gonna take a whack at chapter seven again. Review! Make me happy!

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling. So I don't own the Harry Potter series, unfortunately. Oh well. I still own this fanfiction!

Lily's POV

She poked at her breakfast with her fork and sighed. She was troubled, and she fell asleep past midnight last night. Lily almost drifted into sleep on the table when none other than James Potter rushed in and sat down next to her.

"Hey Lil!" He exclaimed, pushing her friend Alice out of the way. Without missing a beat, he grabbed food and didn't bother to say "Will you pass that over here?" or, "Excuse me, can I have that after you?"

No, James is too obnoxious to let manners even cross his mind for once, thought Lily as she observed him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello," she muttered, turning away.

"So what's your first class? We can walk together." He said with his mouth full of eggs.

"I'd rather not," she said flatly, picking up her backpack.

"Off to see Snivelus, huh?"

At this she turned and narrowed her eyes. "It's Severus. And what, exactly, are you implying?"

"Oh, nothing!" James lifted up his hands in surrender. His eyes twinkled.

"You're teasing me again, aren't you!" Lily stomped her foot. Ignore him, she thought to herself. Than she remembered how popular and charming he was and...

"Well, it's time to head to class. I guess you aren't accepting my invitation then," he sighed, hiding a smirk. He picked up his books and walked away but not too far. Then he counted to himself. 3, 2, 1... "Wait, James."

Severus was gripping his fork tightly, glaring at Lily and James laughing and walking out together.

What was she doing?

He felt like everything they agreed to the night before had been a lie. Why was Lily talking to, to him? He's a bully, a jerk, a fool. You name it. And she's knows it perfectly well. Why was her opinion changing?

He watched them conversing and gripped his fork even tighter.

Only airhead girls fall for James' obnoxious charm. Not Lily.

We used to make fun of him and those girls who like him. You're smarter than this, Lil. Do you like him more than me, now? How can that be?

A sick feeling of rejection and hatred tumbled in his stomach, and a lump formed in his throat.

The students began to clear out and go to class. He was probably going to be late. When no one was looking, he took his fork and angrily stabbed it into the Slytherin table, screaming. Without bothering to pick up his books, he pushed back his tears and ran out.

Lily's POV

She had seen his face when she ran off with James.

I hate to see you like this. The only person who is hurting as much as you is me.