"I swear, James Potter, I will kill you, even if it's the last thing I do!"

"Bring it on, Evans. It's just too bad you can't take the heat I'm throwing at you."

"Don't even start that, you have no idea what I'm capable of!"

"Oh, and what's that? Throwing a little tantrum, and then running off to tell McGonagall like you just did?"

"I only told McGonagall because you took it a step too far this time!"

"Students!"

I immediately silenced myself and glared daggers at James before crossing my arms across my chest. Next to me, James rolled his eyes and placed his hands in his pockets, casually leaning back. McGonagall, who looked a little flustered and aggravated, sat down. Then, in a voice that hinted she was straining herself from strangling us, asked, "What exactly happened, you two?"

"Well, professor," I started, my eyes shifting to James momentarily to give him a cold look, "Potter, over here-"

"Oi, you started it!" He interjected sharply. I could feel my face hardening in irritation.

"Potter, over here," I continued, "Took one of my personal undergarments, hung it from one of the floating candles in the great hall, and used a sticking spell so that I had to wait an hour for Flitwick to come and get it down!" I huffed as James began to smirk.

"You know, I never thought you were one for green lace, I reckon even the Slytherins enjoyed it-"

"Mister Potter." His voice trailed off to silence as McGonagall gave him a look that made him shrink back the slightest. "And what do you have to say, in your defense?"

"Evans started it when she took my quidditch robes and replaced them with a smaller pair so that during the game, I had to fly around wearing a skin-tight uniform that complimented areas that every male should not have complimented." He stated coolly, although I could have sworn that his cheeks grew slightly pinker than before. I sniggered.

"I thought it highlighted the femininity in your body quite nicely, actually." I innocently blinked at him, the faintest smile on my face. He laughed sarcastically and opened his mouth to speak before McGonagall cleared her throat rather loudly.

"I don't know what to do with you two anymore. This is your third double detention this month. In case you've forgotten, you're both Head boy and girl! This is not acceptable behavior for your fellow prefects, peers, and professors!" My eyes cast guiltily towards the floor, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw James shift uncomfortably in his place.

She sighed and briskly pulled out a quill and pad of paper. "Detention, Tuesday, six to nine – you'll be polishing the awards in the trophy room." She ripped two slips from the book and handed one to me, the other to the arrogant, obnoxious boy next to me. "Please, don't make me have to do this again. Just try to get along for the rest of the year."

"Yes, professor." We responded mechanically before turning to walk out of her office. After we were safely outside, I turned towards the dark-haired boy next to me and glowered.

"This is all your fault!" I shouted at him while stomping my foot childishly on the ground. I didn't even need to look to know that he was rolling his eyes. He seemed to be doing that a lot, lately.

"Evans, don't mess with the big boys if you can't match up to them." I resisted the urge to smack him and just huffed and began to walk off. I could feel his eyes boring holes into my back until I turned the corner at the end of the hallway and bumped into Sirius and Violet conversing rather closely to each other.

They stopped immediately, took a side-step to put more distance between themselves, and smirked at me, all in sync. "How's all that sexual tension coming along then, darling?"

I shot Sirius a frown while my eyes narrowed into slits. "He has a girlfriend, Sirius. And quite frankly, all interest I've ever had in him has gone." Okay, well maybe that wasn't completely true. The more we fought, the more I hated him – but, at the same time, I found him becoming…more handsome. It made no sense. I knew I despised him with every fiber of my being, but when he smirked at me after an accomplished prank, I couldn't help but feel…

Ugh, I think I'm going mental.

"Him and Jillian aren't going to last much longer, I think." Violet stated simply, rocking back and forth on her heels as her shorter, black skirt swayed slightly. I saw Sirius' eyes move downwards to the exposed skin on her thigh, and I couldn't help but snigger inwardly. Oh, he so liked her, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Actually, now that I think about it, he and Violet seemed to be growing much fonder of each other. Sure, they still bickered and disagreed on topics, but most of the time, they actually seemed to…dare I say, enjoy each other's company. Nearly after a week of their newfound friendship, I saw Sirius' eyes wandering, or his face reddening while she whispered to him or touched his arm. It was just so amusing. He fawned over her, and Violet was oblivious to it. It was almost pathetic, but in a cute sort-of-way.

Macy and Remus seemed to be growing more intimate, too. They often were seen snogging in the hallways, or holding hands in between classes. While Violet and Sirius were more on the adorable side, Macy and Remus were a lot more serious. With their relationship growing more intense and the year drawing to a close, they were both aware that it would not last forever; it was almost saddening.

"She's right, you know." I began to walk down the hallway and to the outside courtyard of the castle, Violet and Sirius falling in step with me. "They're all sex and no talk."

"Because that makes it so much better…" I mumbled under my breath while pushing through a wooden door. Once it opened, I was immediately struck with a blast of pleasantly warm air and sunlight. Spring seemed to be coming early this year, I noted, as the majority of the snow had melted, and everything outside seemed to be endlessly wet from it. Luckily today, we were blessed with enough sunlight to dry the ground enough to sit on and enjoy the outdoors.

I breathed in the wonderful scent, filling my nose with it. Sirius and Violet walked ahead of me and towards a tree by the lakeside, choosing to sit under it. I walked after them, allowing myself to relish in the feeling of the sun being absorbed into my skin.

"Really Lily. I wouldn't worry about it." I sighed and looked upwards, where the now growing green leaves of the trees mixed with the blue backdrop of the sky. They formed a sort of brilliant hazel color, almost like James' ey-…

I shook my head. "I don't care, honestly. I'm so done with him. Anyone who makes me feel this way isn't worth my time." I stood up, brushed off my pleated uniform skirt, and began to make my way back to the castle ground. I only had so much time to rest until my tutoring session with James. Only two more weeks of this torture until it was finally over…and I couldn't wait.


"Remus!" The sandy-blonde haired boy turned around and nearly stumbled backwards as Macy ran into him, throwing her arms around his neck and laughing into his chest. He chuckled and regained his balance before putting his arms around her back and asking, "What's the occasion?"

"I got in!" She yelled, "I got pre-accepted into the University of Healers in London! I'm going to be a Healer!"

Remus' face looked shocked for a moment before the widest of grins grew on it. "You…got in? You got in!" He laughed and lifted her off feet, twirling her around stupidly and giddily and happily. She shrieked with laughter, and as soon as he put her down, she stood on her tip-toes to give him a small kiss.

"Of course, I'm not going to go until I graduate Hogwarts, but this is a definite in for next year, and – " Remus grabbed her hand and kissed it. Macy giggled shyly as her face became pinker.

"I'm going to take you to the astronomy tower, tonight, at eight, for dinner. Okay?" She nodded until he grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the castle grounds.


Violet and Sirius watched Lily's retreating back before she turned to him and offered a small smile. "So."

"So." Sirius flicked a piece of his dark, wavy hair out of his eyes. Violet's smile seemed to grow bigger.

"How're things with your family?"

Sirius sighed and folded his hands behind his head while leaning back onto the ground. Violet followed suit, but propped up an elbow to face him, her long, dark hair blowing around her face. Sirius' hand itched to tuck it behind her ear, but he resisted the urge and closed his eyes.

"Same as before. Mother shipping me things from the house. Kreacher sending me letters with his spit in them. Regulus trying to help, but making no difference. The usual."

Violet gave him a sympathetic frown and scooted closer to him. "I wouldn't worry. You have other things to distract yourself from it..."

A smirk slowly grew on his face, and he parted one eye to look up at her. "Oh?"

"Yeah..." She brought her hand to his face, placing her finger on his forehead, slowly tracing down his nose, and then to the side of his face where she trailed her fingers down his jawbone and side of his neck until it rested at the collar of his shirt. His eyebrow shot up.

"'Lette…?"

"Shh…"

She brought her lips closer to his until they covered them, and she smiled as she teasingly outlined his bottom lip with her tongue, her hand massaging softly and seductively on his neck. Sirius let out a contented sigh before picking up his own hand, placing it on her forearm and running up and down the area, leaving a trail of warmth that left her skin tingling. After a moment, Sirius' eyes snapped open, and he lightly pushed her back. She groaned, "What?"

"Not here, 'Lette. I don't want anyone to know yet."

"Me either." She breathed, though a perfect smile still managed to grace her lips. "It's fun to take risks sometimes, though."

"I can agree on that. So, I'll pick you up tonight at, let's say, eight? We can head to the room of requirements. My treat." He smirked up at her, and she lightly brushed a stray lock of hair out of his forehead.

"That sounds great." She picked herself up, brushing off her skirt, and began to make her way back to the castle. Sirius tossed over onto his stomach to watch her retreating back, the way her legs moved, the casual sway of her butt…

He felt himself reddening before he turned back around and took a deep breath. How he managed to have a girl like that at his fingertips, he was unaware.


"Lily, please?"

"No, Alice!"

"Just one paragraph, that's it!"

"Why didn't you write it when you had the chance?"

"Because I've been spending so much time with Frank, and he keeps sneaking me out to Honeydukes and we have a date tonight at eight, and…please?"

"No! I will not let you cheat off of my Transfiguration essay!"

"Bu-"

"No!"

Alice huffed and crossed her arms over her chest while leaning back in her chair in the library. I flipped another page of the book I was reading, my eyes scanning over the page quickly, before flipping it again. Alice sat across from me, tapping her quill on the desk as her eyes roamed around the rest of the library.

"You could always try, I don't know, reading." I suggested, my eyebrow twitching in annoyance as she started to make clicking sounds with her tongue.

Her eyes narrowed the slightest as she heard the sarcasm in my voice. "You know I'm not good with books."

"Gee, I wonder why? Maybe it's because you lack a total sense of reality and don't care much for the little things in life, such as an education. You could always try it out…actually; I think it might be a little too late for that. If your brain lacks maturity now, than you might never get any." I snapped back, glaring at her from under my eyelashes. Alice looked taken aback for a moment before she pushed her chair back, making a scratching sound on the wooden floors. She grabbed her black robes off the back of the chair and pushed it back in, not before offering me a cold stare and turning to walk around.

I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face. "Alice, wait."

She continued to walk.

"Dammit…" I roughly closed my book and started to massage my temples. I was so stressed out lately, snapping at everyone and picking stupid fights with anyone that presented the opportunity. I really needed to take a relief break from it all…

After deciding a bath in the prefects' bathroom was a good idea before my tutoring session with James, I began to pack up my things, before I heard a hesitant voice say, "H-Hey, Lily."

I immediately froze. Oh no. I knew that voice.

I turned around slowly, my eyes widening as they took in the tall, skinny, blonde form of Jillian Thornton.

"…" I opened my mouth to speak, but then found my voice gone. She quickly nodded, a nervous smile on her face, before taking the seat across from me that Alice previously occupied. She smelled of jasmine and spice – something, I'm sure, made most boys go completely nuts over her. I watched her cautiously.

"I, erm," she started, clicking her perfectly filed nails on the table. The library seemed to be out of her comfort zone. I had to suppress a snort as she hesitantly drank in the surroundings before finally turning to me. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry."

…What?

Again, I tried to open my mouth to talk, but this time, found my jaw clenched shut. She gulped and sighed, her dark eyes gazing downwards. "I know that I've been acting like a stuck up prick, but that's just because I was…well, jealous."

I finally found my voice, but only for a short amount of time to ask in between my extreme shock and astonishment, "Why?"

"Lily, James has fancied you since he first laid eyes on you in first year. Anyone in their right mind would be when dating him. And…I don't know. He's really attracted to you, like most of the guys at this school."

My mouth opened and closed, much like that of a fish's, before I finally gained enough sense to ask, "W-Why do you, uh-…say that? I don't agree, at all actually, but I'm rather curious…"

Her eyes darted towards mine before she quickly turned away. She looked a little strained before saying, "Well, first thing is, your gorgeous, without even trying. And also, you have this…quality about you. It's like…your confidence and intelligence and sweetness just sort of, radiates off of you. And…I don't know. I can tell James still likes you. It can be infuriating sometimes, actually." She looked back up at me, throwing a piece of her pin straight hair behind her shoulder. I stared blankly back at her.

"I…Thank you, Jillian." She nodded, smiled, and seemed to breathe in relief a little.

"No, Lily. Don't thank me. I still took him away from you. I know you like him; I see the way you look at him." Before I could start to defend myself, she raised a hand, a bittersweet smile on her face. "If I have to lose James to anyone, I'm glad it is to you."

She pushed her chair back and got up, still smiling at me. "So...friends?"

"I, um…friends."

She flashed me one last smile before turning around and walking over to…Rob? Whoa, I never knew that they were friends…but what just happened…?

I really needed to get to that prefects' bathroom.


"Sirius?" Violet poked her head into the room of requirements, only to see an empty room with a tiled floor and small record player off to the side.

"Siiirrriiiuuussss?" She tried again, this time entering and shutting the door behind her. As soon as the door closed, a soft, saucy song came on, and a few candles lit up. Sirius, who had been hiding behind the door, grabbed Violet's hand and spun her around. She wordlessly followed until he had her in a dip to the song playing – a tango.

"Hello, Violet darling. You look ravishing tonight." He said, eying her tighter black dress and heels. She winked and stood up, saying "And you sound corny tonight, Sirius dear."

"Corny and horny, that's how I work." He grabbed her hand and lightly spun her around, his hand resting on her waist, until pulling her into a close embrace, her foot popped in the air with the last beat of the song.

Once the song finished, a much slower one came on, and they began to revolve on the spot, still embracing.

"I hope you don't mind that I don't want anyone to know yet…" Sirius murmured into her hair, his cheek resting on the side of her head. She giggled.

"No, I don't mind. I think the whole sneaking around, can't be seen together…it's kind of…romantic and mysterious. It has a suspense quality to it. A, 'what's-going-to-happen-next' quality." He nodded and began to trace her back with one of his hands.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way then, 'Lette."

"I'm glad you're glad I feel that way, Siriy."

He groaned, "Stop with that name, it's so unmanly…"

She leaned in and kissed him, slowly and teasingly, before backing away. "I will call you whatever I want, and you will like it."

"Yes ma'am." He said in a low whisper before capturing her lips again with his own.


Frank rested on the ground of the quidditch field, Alice next to him, their hands intertwined in between them. He looked at her and leaned in closer to kiss her, a kiss which Alice happily complied to.

"You know, I always wondered why you never tried out for the quidditch team…you're a marvelous flyer, and you're probably faster than Justin and Jillian combined."

He shrugged, "I dunno."

Alice stared at him for a moment before shifting on the picnic blanket. "Um, okay." A small round of silence passed them before Alice said, "So what do you fancy doing, then?"

Frank smirked and leaned in one more time, and Alice held up a finger to prevent him from doing so. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up into her own. "Yes?"

"I don't want to snog, Frank."

He watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before asking, "What?"

"You heard me." She repeated, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't want to."

"I don't understand…" He said one more time, scratching his head in confusion. Alice threw her hands up in aggravation and stood up.

"Nor do I! We're close friends for the longest of times, and we fancy each other for the majority of it. Then we finally get together, it goes great for ahile, and now all of a sudden the only thing you're interested in is snogging!"

Frank stood up too and raised his arms for a hug, "I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean it like that, I just – " Alice took a step back. Frank froze.

"No."

"Er…"

"No, Frank. I think I'm going to head to my room now." The girl quickly began to make her way off the quidditch field.

Frank started after her after a moment of yelling, "Alice! Alice, wait!"

She barked back a "No!" before breaking into a run, Frank staring wildly after her.

"What the hell did I do wrong?" He groaned and sat back down on the picnic blanket, mulling over the mystery he had come to know as Alice Prewett.


Remus opened the door to the astronomy tower, allowing Macy to go in first.

"Why thank you, kind sir." She walked in past him smiling, a smile which he gladly returned, before he shut the door after them. The scene that Remus had laid out was a beautiful one – he had brought up a small picnic blanket like last time, but instead of just looking out the side of the astronomy tower as they ate, he had temporarily cleared the entire ceiling (of course, without the professors' knowledge) so they could just sit back and look up.

"Wow…" She breathed out, looking up at sky. Remus smiled coyly and rubbed the back of his head. "It's beautiful."

"It was no problem…really…" He muttered shyly. Macy turned towards him, her baby blue sundress ruffling from the wind under her white sweater.

"It's perfect."

She walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, right over his heart. He placed his hand on top of her own and leaned down to kiss her forehead, and as he did so, another wind blew, causing her light blonde, wavy hair to fly out from behind it's tucked place behind her ears, and fly in between his lips right as he was bout to press them down on her forehead. He backed away in embarrassment while Macy laughed, and he just rolled his eyes.

"Let's try that again." He pulled her down onto the ground, and once they were both in a sitting position, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek. She sighed, and he backed away in surprise.

"What?"

"It's almost April...and then in three months, it will be June." She murmured, her eyes casting upwards into the dark, cobalt sky. "And then after that…no more Hogwarts, or seeing you everyday, or …" Her voice trailed off, and she sighed again. "I'm dreading each passing day."

"Don't, Macy." He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "You have the whole future to look forward to…"

"But Remus, you don't…"

He offered her a small smile. "I know that. I've accepted that a long time ago."

"But I still haven't!" She cried, her voice rising. Remus looked taken back. "You're one of the most brilliant wizards in our year, and your quick and smart and skilled and a good student and respectful, but all everyone else is going to see is that you're a werewolf!" She then added in a much quieter voice, "It's not fair…"

"You're right. But that's life. I don't want you to worry about me, or for me to hold you back. I want you to achieve everything I know you're capable of. Do it for me, and Lily, and Violet, and Alice, but most importantly…do it for yourself. Because for however good I am, you're ten times better, and deserve it so much more than I do."

Macy's eyes locked with his own, and such love and adoration and happiness shone in each person's eyes so thoroughly, that you could only wonder what was brighter – them, or the stars above.


I walked into the Heads' dorms and sat down on the couch before beginning to open my bag. It was two before eight, which meant that if James didn't come soon, I could leave.

I put my wet hair up into a loose bun, allowing a few pieces to stray out of it, while tucking my legs under myself. After my bath, I had settled into a comfy pair of green, plaid pajama bottoms and a tighter fitting, white shirt. I had sat in the bath until it was cold and bubble-less, deep in thought the whole time. I didn't even know what about. I was just…thinking. About everything.

James and Jillian were still together, which, well…sucked. And Macy and Remus were together, and Frank and Alice were together, and I reckon Violet and Sirius will get together soon…I felt like my friends were leaving me and entering this new, bizarre world of relationships. And they were leaving me behind.

I knew it was a stupid thing to worry about, but…it was something so easy to worry about, at the same time. I felt so lonely, all the time, and anytime someone brought up a relationship I felt like barking at them, like with Alice earlier today. It was so irritating. And the worst part was that no matter what I told myself, the feeling wouldn't go away.

I sighed and checked the clock on the wall – one minute. He'd better hurry. Oh, I really didn't want to be here. I groaned and leaned my head onto the back cushion, when I was suddenly hit with a delightful aroma of quidditch and cologne.

I spun my head around and inhaled a bit more of it. As much as I enjoyed the scent, I noticed something else about it…it was fresh. I checked around the room – the source of it was so close, if I could just find it…

I climbed off the couch and walked around it, only to find a grey sweatshirt on the ground, almost as if someone had missed the back of the couch when taking it off. I picked it up and inhaled it one last time – the smell was addicting. Bloody hell, it was really addicting. I closed my eyes in sheer delight for a moment before shaking my head. If James' sweatshirt was down here, then most likely he was in his room, probably waiting for me to come.

I picked it up and threw it over my arm before starting my way up the stairs to the Head Boy's dorm. As I reached it, I saw the door to it slightly ajar, and heard the sounds of soft snoring coming from it. Or, rather, soft snores coming from it. It sounded like there were two people in there…

When the smell of jasmine and spice wavered into my nose, something seemed to click in my head, and my eyes began to sting with tears.

I ran down the stairs as silently as I could, snatched my book bag, and darted out of the room, my bare feet padding down the stone floor corridors. I would have been completely unnoticeable, for I was silent, except for the small noises coming from my mouth – choked sobs.

I ran until I had reached my dorm room, and it was when I was there that I realized that I had brought James' sweatshirt with me. I angrily stuffed it into the closet before throwing myself onto my bed, burying my head into the pillows and willing myself not to, under any circumstances, cry. He was not worth it. He was not worth it. He was not worth it. He was not worth it. He was not worth it. He was not worth it.

He was worth it. And I hated it.

A/N woo, three thirty and still up, that's a record. :D sorry I haven't uploaded in so long guys…Really…I'm sorry…I've had so much going on, like school and friends and boys, and I had a party last night and there was a carrot fight and I spent an hour cleaning it up and tending to my bruises…ah, but it was worth it.

This chapter was, for the most part, a filler chapter. I'm sorry if it lacks the deep emotion you guys all look forward to in my writing :/ There are some few key, important parts in here, like Jillian's little speech, Alice and Frank's fight, Macy's upset feelings about Remus' condition, Sirius and Violet's non wanting to tell anyone about their affairs, and James and Lily's current standing of hating each other again. Though through Jillian we find out that's not so true…

There's a lot of skipping around in this, sorry about that. I thought it was interesting that they all had something planned at eight though...coincidence? Maybe. Or not? You guys figure it out...

Chapter inspiration:

You could be happy – snow patrol. This song is brilliant. I cry to this song when I'm upset over a boy (which rarely happens, so this should show you how special this song is to me.)

Don't you – Darren Criss. What can I say, he's my future husband.

Thank you to all of you who have continued to support my story, even though I haven't updated in so long…It's because of you guys that I keep going. So, thank you, all of you. You don't know how much I appreciate this. Really.

Thanks, you guys! I love you all!

Roxalicous, Xoxo