A/N: Hello friends! I know I left you all on a cliff-hanger last time, so I did my very best on this chapter! I hope you all enjoy! I'm getting a bit of writer's block, but I intend to finish this story :) It will probably be finished before the end of June, it won't be a very long one(: I've got ideas for a full length Marauder's story, so let me know if you guys would read it, my writing style would be different from this, as this is a bit different from what I'm accustomed to! I love you guys, especially my reviewers! Thanks to peacock33, Ally, and VictoryNike for reviewing! It means so much to me :) The part about punching someone is for you, Ally ;) R&R :)


Emmeline Vance is a slag. This fact is indisputable and well known throughout the corridors of Hogwarts. She snogs any male being she can get her dirty hands on, no matter who he is. Whether he's a Slytherin or Gryffindor, she'll stick her tongue down his throat, not giving a damn about the consequences. Consequences such as breaking a girl's heart by seducing her boyfriend. Ever since fifth year and the Benjy incident, things have been quite tense between us.

Sirius told me she's not even that great of a snog, although with all her experience, I doubt that's true. He was most likely trying to spare my feelings.

"Err… hello Emmeline. You and James are well acquainted, I can see." I said, shooting James an I'm-going-to-kick-your-arse-if-you-don't-explain-yourself-soon look. His eyes were pleading, as if begging me not to get angry with him.

Well, a bit late for that. Mount St. Evans, as Sirius so kindly dubbed my temper in fourth year, was about to explode.

"Oh yes, Jamesie and I are very close. Right Jamesie?" She said, looking up at James in a disgustingly sweet and sappy way that made me want to punch her in the nose. Sometimes a hex or a jinx just doesn't bring the satisfaction of a good fist to the face.

"Wha- what? I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about!" James managed to spit out, his gaze alternating between me and Emmeline, his eyes wide and his face red.

"What? Jamesie, don't you remember yesterday?" Emmeline said, sticking out her lower lip and pouting like a child. Sickening, I tell you.

"What the bloody hell happened yesterday, Jamesie?" I spit out the last word, finally taking my hand out of his. He winced visibly, taking a step toward me. He reached for my hand again, looking distressed. "Lily…"

Emmeline cut him off before he could say anything, though.

"Oh please Lily, you know what they say about no kissing and telling." She giggled, winking at James, who wasn't paying any attention to her. His eyes were glued on mine, and they widened when I felt the familiar sting in my nose as tears formed.

Oh Merlin, there was no way I would let James Potter see me cry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he could have such an effect on me. I didn't want him to know that I cared for him more than I even wanted to.

"Oh." Was all I managed to sputter out without my voice breaking, and then I turned on my heel and quickly walked down the corridor, hoping Potter wouldn't follow me, because hot tears were now freely flowing down my face.

How could I be so stupid? Potter was known for being a player, Dorcas had warned me not to let myself get hurt, and I had completely ignored her advice and my vow to stay away from him. I had taken a chance, been charmed by the bloke, and let myself get hurt. I was just another girl to him, exactly what I had feared.

"Lily, stop! You don't understand!" James called out, his footsteps pounding after mine. I kept walking briskly, hoping he would just leave me alone. James, however, being a professional athlete, was much faster than me, and grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Lily, please listen to me." James said, his voice desperate. I looked at the ground, embarrassed by the fact I was crying over the situation. My embarrassment just made more tears form and drip down my face, the saltiness in my mouth and stinging my eyes. James reached forward, attempting to wipe away a new tear dripping down my cheek, but stopped when I said in the strongest voice I could muster, "Don't."

I almost felt guilty when I saw hurt flash in his eyes, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone. His eyes grew dark and his lips pressed into a hard line. "Lily, you need to listen to me. Come on, give me a chance."

Sirius' words from earlier in the week flashed through my mind, and I crossed my arms, looking James straight in the eyes, trying to compose myself. "You have ten seconds. Go."

His face flashed with panic at the short amount of time I had allowed him, and the words quickly tumbled from his mouth. "That girl, Emmeline, is it? She approached me yesterday and asked who I was. I told her, and she asked if you and I were going out. I said yes, and she just threw herself on me and started snogging me! I pushed her off and told her I wasn't interested, and she just walked off! I swear Lily, nothing happened, I told her I wasn't interested! I don't even know her!" James cried, grabbing both of my hands in his appeal to me.

"Did you snog her back?" I whispered, asking my worst fear, and much to my dismay showing him one of my worst insecurities.

"Of course not!" James exclaimed, squeezing my hands, hope now shining in his hazel eyes.

"Were you even going to tell me?" I asked, hoping the answer wouldn't be what I knew it was deep down.

"Well…" James said, looking down at his shoes.

"You weren't going to tell me, were you?" It was more a statement than a question. I already had all the answers I needed.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Lily!" He practically yelled, looking desperate again.

"It hurts that you would hide something like that from me." I stated simply, all of a sudden feeling very empty and wanting to sleep.

"Lily, please! I want to be with you, I'm telling the truth!" James said, looking deeply into my eyes for something, but I refused to reveal how I was feeling. I couldn't let him know how hard this would be for me. I looked at the wall behind him and sighed.

"I believe you, I just… maybe we should just be friends… I think we rushed into this." I said, my voice small, knowing if I thought about it anymore I might change my mind.

"Lily…"

"Let's just be friends for a while, yeah?" I said, finally gathering the strength to meet his gaze. He looked completely crushed, and I wondered if I was the first girl to turn him down. Not many girls would ask to be just friends with a young, gorgeous, famous Quidditch player. I questioned my sanity mentally when James finally spoke up.

"Okay… friends." He said, giving me a small, sad smile. I returned it with a half-hearted one of my own before deciding I needed to go to see Marlene and hear her input on the situation.

"I'm sleeping over at the girl's dormitory tonight. See you soon, yeah?" I said, already turning around to head to the Gryffindor Common Room to let everything out to my best friend.

"Hey Evans?" I heard James say, and I turned around to look at him, raising my eyebrows in a silent question.

"I'm not giving up on this. Us." He said, gesturing toward me and then to himself, his usual grin finally back on his handsome face.

"Sure Potter." I laughed, hoping he was telling the truth.

I quickly walked down the corridor until I reached the Fat Lady, muttered the password, and stormed into the Common Room, grabbing Marlene, who scowled at me. She had been shamelessly flirting with Sirius, as per usual, but I just muttered, "It was a disaster," and had her complete attention. Reaching her dormitory, I laid down on her bed and she followed suit, saying, "Tell me everything."

Merlin, what a disaster of a night. Worst first date, ever.