THANK YOU.

So many people reviewed!

I really appreciate it, and to the person who asked whether Sirius has feelings for James, that would be a no because he's too much of a player to be gay! I think he's just worried about James because he's never seen him this hurt over a girl.

For the person who asked about the glances between Aura and Remus...They don't want to accept that they like each other but they do, & I find people do glance at each other. I'm not sure, just what I picture it being like.

Well...I know I haven't done anything in ages but seriously I've been so busy!

Oh, and I passed my music exam so I'm pretty chuffed about that and I've been hyper all week so that's another excuse.

Anyway, here you are – I hope you like it!

Lily looked at him. She was absolutely, utterly, without a doubt, sure she had heard him wrong.

"I'm sorry, what?" She stared at him with eyes that weren't hurt or shocked – just confused.

"Shit."

"No, what did you say?"

"I said shit."

"Before that, I heard you wrong."

"What did you hear?"

"I thought you said...the two things you love most are together."

"Shit."

"Potter - stop it."

"Stop calling me Potter."

"You're irritating me."

"I know. I do that a lot."

"Will you stop and tell me what on earth you mean by that? Because I'm pretty certain you didn't mean it in the way I took it." She looked at him, her eye brows raised.

"I'm sorry. This really isn't a great time for me. I shouldn't have said that." James messed up his hair absently, hoping to God she'd just ignore him. "I'd better go." He tapped her forearm lightly with his hand, grabbed his broom and flew off into the distance, a dark shadow along the horizon.

Lily stood there for at least five minutes, as his shadow climbed higher and higher into the sky. She shivered, realising that above anything, she wished she was up there with him. It didn't matter that she hated heights; after all, he'd done his fair share of protecting her in the past. It didn't even matter that it was getting onto half past ten and she was breaking about ten school rules where she was stood, outside in the cold Quidditch stadium. It didn't even matter that her fingers were so cold in the November air that they seemed unable to move.

She had to admit it to herself, as she took a seat on the wooden platform, she liked him.