A/N: So, I'm going to just dive right into it. You knew it was going to take me awhile to get this chapter up so no lame excuses this time. And this actually wasn't that long, considering... Anyways though, this chapter is kind of a wildcard for me. I have a feeling some of you are going to love it, and some of you are going to stare at the page for a few seconds with your head tilted to the side and your mouth open wide, mentally going, "What the hell is she on?" So, hopefully more of you will be on the loving it side of the coin, but even if you aren't, I'd love to hear what you think. So, without further adeiu, I give you the soon to be infamous, Chapter Seven!

Disclaimer: If I were Jo I'd have something witty to say here... On second thought, I actually wouldn't because I wouldn't need a disclaimer in the first place... Hmmm, wouldn't that be convenient?


JPOV:

"You're not only crazy Lily," I hissed, "You're a bitch."

"Takes one to know one." Lily spat back.

"Ohhh, wow, that's original."

"More original than bitch."

"How's, crazy, psychotic uber-bitch then?"

In case you hadn't noticed by now, we were fighting. Again. What were we fighting about, you ask? Well, to be honest, I think we'd both sort of forgotten at this point.

Lets back up a few minutes earlier. I was leading Lily through the Gryffindor common room towards my dorm to retrieve my invisibility cloak. We were just nearing the spiral staircase when…

LPOV:

James sighed loudly. Again. For about the hundredth time in the past two minutes I might add.

I simply couldn't take it anymore. I swear to Merlin, if one more of those annoying little self-pitying snorts came out of that kid's mouth-

Sigh…

"Potter! What the hell is the matter with you!?" I yelled.

Oops. Didn't mean to scream that.

James halted in his tracks. I did too, seeing as he was steering me and all, and I didn't particularly fancy walking into a wall.

"The matter with me?" He asked. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you gone completely insane?"

"No- Yes! Yes, as a matter of fact, I have! You've sighed about half a zillion times in the past five minutes, and it's just so friggin annoying I want to bash your head into a suit of armor!"

Not one of my cleverest threats, I'll admit, but in my defense, it had been a long, long day.

James let out a strangled chuckle. Not an amused one, more like a condescending little snort. "That's what this is about!?" He cried, nearly screaming himself now, "You're annoyed because I'm sighing too much!?"

I didn't know what to say to that. I decided to settle with the truth. "Yeah." I replied glibly.

"You- You're- You are…" He said, seeming to struggle with the correct term to describe what, in fact, I was, "You're bloody infuriating! That's what!"

"Yeah, you should talk." I muttered.

"Excuse me?" He asked harshly.

"You heard me."

"No, I don't think I did. But just in case, maybe you should refresh my memory."

I turned myself around so that I was sure I was facing in his relative direction. Then I squared my shoulders and stood up straight, hoping I'd succeeded in getting my face right up in front of his. "Alright," I said evenly, "I'll tell you what I said. I said that you should talk because you are absolutely the most infuriating, arrogant, selfish, twisted bigot I've ever had the displeasure to lay eyes on, and if you think, even for a second, that I'm the infuriating one, well then… that's just bloody ironic if you ask me."

I could almost see James' jaw drop at that. "I'm not the one who's screaming at the top of their lungs over a bloody sigh!" He yelled, "You're beyond insane Lily! You're psychotic! One minute you're ready to bloody murder me, the next you're giggling like a little schoolgirl in the bathtub, and then what do you know? Now you're mad at me again! What is your issue? Did you forget to take your meds this morning or what? Or is this you? Are you always this- this- crazy!?"

"No!" I said loudly. I wasn't screaming, but my voiced was raised much higher than it needed to be considering the circumstances. I took a step forward to emphasize my point, bumping into Potters shins as I did so.

"I'm not like this. Ever. Except when I'm with you." I said. I was standing so close to him, I could feel his rapid breaths on my face. Could practically hear his racing heartbeat, or maybe that was mine. It was getting kind of hard to tell.

I was close enough that I couldn't resist but utter my last statement in a low, sultry voice, barely above the hum of a whisper, "So do the math James," I purred, "It's not me. It's you."

I heard him intake a deep breath. Then he spat, "Like hell it is Lily."

It was my turn to feel my jaw drop.

"Everything is always my fault, isn't it?" He asked, then, without waiting for an answer, he plunged on, "The fight in the divination tower. My fault. Sinistra's ingenious plan. All my fault. Our little fiasco in the kitchens. My fault. The fact that you can't bring yourself to trust anyone whatsoever. Totally my fault. Every single argument we've ever been in because you're too damn stubborn to even give me a chance. All my fault. Everything can be traced back to me. It's always me. I'm always the one to blame for whatever stupid mess you get yourself into. If you hadn't done this… If you hadn't done that… Well, you know what Lily?"

I didn't try to interrupt him. I knew from experience that whenever he got going like this, it was best just to let him blow over before retaliating. So all I did was wait with bated breath for the next wave of insults to hit.

But all he said was this; "You need to grow up."

For a moment, there was silence. I couldn't hear anything but the frantic thud of my heartbeat, and Potter's raspy breathing. Couldn't feel anything but a strange numbness, that coupled with an odd, tingling feeling in the few parts of my body that were now in contact with Potter's. It was strange. I should have been furious with him. But I wasn't. I was just, numb.

It wasn't a pleasant numbness. I didn't like it. It was like all my senses, (the ones I still had at any rate) had been muffled, and I was left standing there in the dark, in the middle of a stifling, shapeless bubble. I was physically closer to Potter than I'd ever been in my life, and yet, at the time I couldn't have felt less connected.

I had to change this. So I did the only thing I knew how. I retaliated. "I need to grow up!?" I shrieked, "Why don't you give that try!? Let me know how it goes for you."

James growled. Yes- growled. "There you go again. Twisting my words and spitting them right back out at me. Why don't you try coming up with a few of your own insults for once, amateur."

Amateur?! Oh, I'd show him. I was feeling more fired up already.

"You want an original insult, huh?" I asked, not waiting for a response, "Alright, how about dragon dung? Hippogriff puke? Giant squid semen? Or, you know, I could go with the classics. Asshole, moron, jackass, douche. They may not be the most creative insults in the book, but they work just as well."

This was good, this was what I needed. Lobbing insults at each other, this was what we did. This was what kept us going strong.

"You're not only crazy Lily," he hissed, "You're a bitch."

"Takes one to know one." I spat, relishing in the feel of the harsh words as they left my mouth to find their desired target.

"Ohhh, wow, that's original."

"More original than bitch."

"How's, crazy, psychotic uber-bitch then?"

I gasped in feigned shock and hurt, "Oh no, what next? Am I a big meanie too? Did I hurt poor Prongsie's feelings?"

There was something incredibly alluring about having the power to hurt someone, just with the words from your very own mouth. Not that we were exactly aiming for the kill anymore per say, but still, once you got started, arguing could be incredibly addictive.

"How did you-" he started, then, seeming to remember that we were in the middle of an epic argument here, "At least I'm not blind."

"Really, I had no idea!" I mocked, "At least I'm not an idiot."

Scratch addictive. Try intoxicating.

"At least I'm not more stubborn than a flobberworm."

"At least my insults make sense!"

Yes, intoxicating. It wasn't even about the words anymore, just the sound of each others raised voices, reverberating throughout our eardrums. Just the taste of Potters harried breathing, the feel of his body against mine as he moved impossibly closer with each lame attempt at an insult, driving his point home.

"Flobberworms are stubborn! They refuse to do anything!"

"Flobberworms can't do anything! They have no legs, eyes, ears, or teeth!"

It felt as though every fiber, every vessel of my being were on fire. With every breath my lungs flared, my heart blazed, and my blood boiled in my veins. It was the absolute opposite of that eerily numb feeling from earlier. It was feeling at its epitome, and I relished it. Until, abruptly, it stopped.

"You know what Lily?" James said finally, "Just, shut up."

I was just drawing breath to retaliate once more, when I felt it. Potters lips on mine. Potters hands on my back, drawing me ever closer to him. I was so startled, I almost drew away right then.

But I didn't. Something kept me there.

Something in the way his lips dipped and curved, like the fierce crest of the surf in a stormy sea. Something in the way his tongue batted insistently against my closed mouth, fighting to gain entrance. Something in the way his grip tightened around my waist, his hands slipping down as if by their own accord to find my hips.

Something in the way this all felt strangely familiar.

And not in a bad way.

I'd been kissed before in my life, sure, but never like this. There was nothing remotely sweet, or romantic, or tender about this kiss. It was that passionate, demanding, all-consuming kind of kiss you think only exists in the movies. And yet here we were, doing the whole cliché dueling tongues and lust-filled moans bit, and, surprisingly enough, it felt damn good.

It was sort of like arguing, I mused. Like a little back and forth mantra, only, this time instead of words we had tongues, and instead of that sweet taste of victory that you get when you manage to strike a nerve, we had, well, the taste of each other. In fact, I decided, it wasn't as good arguing.

It was a gazillion times better.

I was enjoying this newfound sensation so much, actually, that it wasn't until that point where you realize that you desperately need oxygen or else your lungs are going to collapse like a popped balloon, that I remembered one extremely important detail.

I was kissing James Bloody Potter!

I leaped away from him as though I'd been burned.

In the slightly awkward few seconds that followed, there were about a million different things that I could have been thinking about, chief among them Potters lips.

However, as I sat there, breathing heavily and trying to ignore Potters own labored breathing, there seemed to be just one thought thick enough to break through my haze of lust and confusion.

And it was this:

"Well, at least he's not sighing anymore."


A/N: Wow, it's been about a year since I've attempted to write a kiss scene. Hopefully that wasn't too melodramatic for you guys, I tried to keep it as down to earth as possible, but I tend to over exaggerate things when I get excited and write really, really, long run on sentences kinda like this one, so you never know. As always though, leave me a review and let me know what you think. I'm going away this weekend, so it'll be at least untill Monday before I update again, but count on much more frequent updates now that schools finally out.