Author's Note; Right. Well. Finally updating, and sorry if this is rubbish, but I have cramp, a headache, and the shivers. And I had to take horrid dispersible aspirin. Oh well. Enough of feeling sorry for myself. – cheers –

Do You Love Me? - Kiss

I'm sorry, but what?

You've snogged one of my exes? You cheeky little…

Ah well.

You know what?

That sort of makes up for the fact I snogged Lily in Third Year but never told you.

Thursday, July 16th

YOU. DID. WHAT?

AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME? YOU….

GIT!

I AM NOT GOING TO SPEAK TO YOU EVER AGAIN!

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!

Also, when and why and how?

Could you please fill me in on the circumstances?

And she is a pretty good kisser, too, don't you think?

Oh, good, you aren't going to talk to me again. And judging by the fact that this diary was lying next to the bin with all the pages flapping about like something demented, you are pretty angry. Because girls never throw their diaries away unless something catastrophic happens.

Oh, come on, Prongs.

It was Third Year; I didn't even have body hair then. Well, I had a bit. More than you, anyway. And it was during a game of that weirdo muggle thing, spin the wotsit. Stick?

No, that's not it. Anyway, spin the something.

And I kissed her. She pulled away, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and went 'eurrgh'.

So, all in all, I wouldn't be that angry with me.

Friday, July 17th.

Fine. I forgive you, Sirius effing stupid Black.

But only because this is the last proper day that I can get Lily Evans to like me.

Or at least talk to me.

I'm going to search for her. I hope I find her.

God, I need all the luck in the world.

Very Very Late, Friday, July 17th.

Hmmmm.

Well, I found her.

And I'm glad I did.

And she didn't run anywhere. She just stood there and nodded at me like I was something mildly interesting. And then tilted her head to the side. I don't know why she did that. She shrugged, and walked over to me.

"Hi."

I gulped and gave her a small grin.

"Listen, Lily, about the other night, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for anything to happen, it was only because you were there and I was…" And my God, I babbled for as long as it was humanely possible to listen to me. I think I may have even mentioned House Elves, and cake, and anything else that popped into my head.

Is it any wonder she hates me?

Correction.

Hated me.

Now I seem to think she quite likes me.

I mean, you don't kiss people you don't like, right?

So, HAH, Sirius, should you happen to 'mistakenly' come across this again! Unless…

Oh God.

What if she was just kissing me to get me to shut up? Because she did do it out of nowhere.

And, to be fair, I was going on for about four years.

To think I actually thought she liked me…oh, I've gone and made such an arse of myself. I need to find her when we're on the train tomorrow. Because she's gone to bed now. I think I'm the only person in this whole bloody castle still awake. Minus Peeves. And he doesn't even count.

Bugger.

Saturday, July 18th.

Well, I couldn't be bothered to pack yesterday, which meant I had a bit of a flap this morning. Sirius, the genius (not) decided he'd pack for me with one of his famous spells, which meant that the ornaments from the fireplace got put in my suitcase too, and he didn't tell me. McGonagall thought I was stealing and said it was a good job it was the holidays or she'd have to give me four months worth of detention.

They weren't even that nice.

I'm on the train now, which might explain the wiggly writing. I've looked for Lily about ten times, but I swear to God she's avoiding me. I'm stuck with Sirius, who finds it amusing to breathe on the window and draw parts of the female anatomy on the misted bit. I don't know what sort of 'female anatomy parts' he's seen, but they look rather odd-shaped, to say the least…

Hold on. He's wiped that off rather hastily. Has Remus come back?

Bugger- I seem to be using this word quite a bit now when she's involved.

It's Lily.

Saturday, July 18th, finally home, unfortunately with Sirius in tow.

Why can't Sirius go to his own effing home?

Oh.

Yeah.

I know why.

Never mind.

He's still not leaving me in privacy to write about my NEW GIRLFRIEND!

That's right. Lily Evans has finally said she'll go out with me. Which means I am quite possibly the most elated person in the world right now. Excuse me while I get this down on paper.

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!

Hem. I think I'm done now.

Sirius is pretending not to read over my shoulder, but failing abysmally. I don't care. He's read the whole bloody thing anyway. And I can actually gloat about this sort of thing now.

She's a damn good kisser.

We're meeting next week in Diagon Alley and everything is going to be absobloodylutely perfect…

You know, Prongs, I heard off Robert Davies that she's only going out with you for a dare from her friend Alice.

Just a thought.

Thought you might like to know.

WHAT?

I only went to the toilet for about two seconds…

You're a prat, Sirius.

He's buggered off now. Something about 'helping your mum with the dishes'.

Sirius can't even pack a suitcase. He can't even eat neatly.

How the hell is he going to wash dishes?

But…wait.

It's not a dare, I'm sure. She would never do that to me! Evans Lily LOVES me. She's not that cruel! Hold on.

She did make me kiss a toad.

BUGGER.