Ok, I know this one is pretty short, shorter than I usually like to do, but well, I have been pretty busy, and I also know that I haven't been putting a chapter up a day like I liked to, but well, my computer wouldn't let me get online, so, I am going to try to put another one up tomorrow night, trust me, I will make all you people wanting more lily James action happy happy camper~.^ BUT OMG!! I HAVE REVEIWS!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I COULD CRY!!!!

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James, fully believing what Dumbledore had told him about being very lucky, counted his blessing on his was back to the room.  He figured Sirius would be in the dorm by the time he would get back, but thought it would be best it if they slept tonight and discussed it all tomorrow mourning.  That would be long enough for everyone to calm down.

There was one thing that worried him a little though.  Peter, no matter how scared he was should have never told him like that.  If he had known it was wrong all along, he should have stood up to Sirius when he saw him do it.  Sirius maybe reckless, but if anyone he trusted showed genuine concern, he would stop and correct his mistakes.  Maybe he was just reading too much into it though. 

He let out a little relief when he realized he was tuning on to the last corridor on his way to the dorms.  Now he could even the fat lady snoozing away.  He walked up, making sure not to awaken her with too loud a racket.  She always got crabby when people did such stuff.

"Ummm, you there," He said as quietly as he could as still have any he of her waking up, but he got no response.

"Ma'am" He said a little louder.

"Pa," a rather long yawn interrupted her. "ssssword."

"Nimbus,"

The painting swung open to revel the common room, and something else that had been a little more in the back of his mind.  He sighed, see her red hair pooled up on the cushion of the couch.  Lily Evans had, like every other night this since they had gotten here, fallen asleep on the couch. 

He thought he saw as he tore out originally, but could give it no thought then.  He tilted his head to the side as if tiring to figure out what he should do. 

            As if he had lost control of his own actions, he began to walk over to her, and before he knew it, was sat on the coffee table in front of the couch.  He looked at her for a few minutes, as if the sitting beside her was the first part. 

            "Lily, wake up, you need to start sleeping in you bed."  He gently shook her, hoping not to startle her. 

            She gave no response.

            "Lily, come on, wake up."

            "I'm, sorry, it's my." He could tell she was talking in her sleep, but he decided, this would be the best time to practice.

            "Lily, I wanted to tell you that I knew, about your parents that is, but, I thought I should say that you shouldn't blame yourself, I mean," He shook his head at his self, realizing that he was practicing what he would say to her while she was asleep.  How would that help him?  He was most afraid to look into the eyes, and with her shinning green ones, it would be hard to hide.

            Careful not to wake her he picked her up, but he failed to some extent.  She opened her eyes for a split second.  He could tell from just that quick glance why she had been falling to sleep down here instead of in her room.

            Those bright green eyes were stained with salty tears, so deeply that she must have fallen to sleep crying.  Scared to lose respect for her position as Prefect, she would rather feel her pain alone in the dark. 

            He smiled for a second though, for as soon as he started to take a step, she seemed to know he was picking her up.  She sniffled, and then threw her arms around him, to some extent for own protection from falling, even though in her state, she couldn't have held on very well. 

            The stairs were the hardest part, and to keep quite so as not to wake her roommates.  She on the other hand was surprisingly light, and not that much of a problem for him to carry up to her bed.

            He sat her down in a chair for a second, at which point she gained some extent of consciousness, though it was not the one he had grown accustomed to these past weeks.

            "James, What do you think you are doing?"

            "Putting you where you belong."  He said, pulling make the covers and sheets on her four-poster canopy.  "Now get in."

            "You don't even know…"

            "Yeah, yea I do, lily, I know,"

            Her eyes got large, as if she was coming back to the way they had known her in the weeks. 

            "Lily, I haven't told any one, but, tomorrow, tomorrow night, I want to talk to you downstairs, OK?"    

            "But…" Lily said, more shocked by the reaction she was getting than any thing else.

            "No buts, now just get to sleep,"

            She sighed grudgingly, and finally curled up under the covers.  She blinked up at James, taken a little by his seemly caring side he was showing at the moment.

            James too, more a surprise to himself than anyone, was taken, those green eyes had for the first time shown vulnerability.  He smiled though and leaned over to kiss her softly on the forehead. 

            Lily smiled back. 

            It wasn't long before James himself was back in his bed.  His thoughts over took him before he had even lied down.  He didn't consider the kiss in any romantic context, more as if it was the first time he acted like a kind person, purely kind person to anyone outside the gang.