Okay. Crazylily here. third chappie of BUBBLES OF CONCIOUSNESS!! disclaimer:I am not Jkr. Darn it.




Lily stopped running and leaned on a wall. Breathing unevenly, she said, "I'm not falling in love with James Potter." She said. She clutched her neck, truly aware of her voice, which was cracking.

"Are you sure?" an amused voice said.

Lily dropped her hands and turned around to see-"Remus!" she said, even now, her voice was uneven and choppy. She struggled to keep her voice normal. "And I'm not." She said stubbornly.

Remus grinned. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Potter." He said, darting away before Lily could register what he said. It sounded kind of weird coming from Remus. Remus was the kind of guy who would understand and think things out, but this comment…was so straightforward…Lily made a mental note to ask Liela if Remus was eating.




"Who're you taking to the ball?" Remus said, rubbing off the dirt on the sleeve of his shirt. James bristled.

"Dunno." He said, shrugging the subject off. He averted his eyes.

"Aw, come on, Prongs." Peter said. "We all know whom you want to take!" he gave a shrill laugh. "Miss Lily Evans!!"

Sirius grinned, but didn't say anything, clearly afraid of being told off by James. But after a few minutes, and a few glances toward the Dormitory door, he said quietly, "Well, are you?" he said, not quite meeting James' eyes.

"Am I what?" James said sharply.

"Taking Evans to the ball."

"No." James said stiffly. "I'm thinking of taking Trista." He quickly busied himself with his trunk, though it was already so clean, that he hadn't have bothered.

His friends remained silent, trying to remember who exactly Trista was. Finally, Remus was the first one to recall. "Trista Daniels?" he asked, his soft eyes becoming wider. "That little Ravenclaw who used to follow you everywhere?"

Peter squeaked. "Isn't that girl in fifth year?" he asked. Then he turned to Remus. "I thought she used to follow Sirius around…"

Sirius shook his head. "Nah. That was Dannae…" he said.

"I could've sworn…" Peter muttered.




"Damn, damn, damn, damn, and damn." Lily muttered, collapsing onto her bed. "I should've seen it coming." She glanced at Liela. "So you're sure James is taking Trista?"

"Remus told me so himself…" Liela said, sitting down near Lily's head. "Why?" she added suspiciously. "You don't care, do you?"

Lily winced, but as she had just covered her face with her pillow, no one noticed. Deny it… a voice said. They don't need to know. Lily groaned in what she hoped was a cry of indignation. "I don't." she said crossly. Great, she thought. Now all I need to do is convince myself. Frowning, she removed the pillow.




James tried to ignore the pangs of guilt and shame when he first glanced Lily, sitting alone in a corner, a butterbeer bottle in her hand. She was staring at her feet, oblivious to everything around her. He looked around, surprised when someone called his name. "James…" a soft voice said.

He jumped. "Oh, Trista." He tried to grin. "Sorry. Forgot you were here."

Trista frowned, evidently trying hard not to slap James upside the head. But as she glared at the boy's gorgeous smile, her thoughts vanished as he swept her around the dance floor.




Lily tried to keep her eyes on her feet while James and Trista danced past her. God, they look so happy. She fumbled nervously with the fabric from her dress robes on her lap. "Little gits." She muttered, throwing a very nasty look toward the couple. She quickly put herself back to destroying her robes, as she had seen Gabrielle's head turn toward Lily. But when she was sure that Gabrielle had turned back to Sirius, she inclined her head ever so slightly forward, so that she had a clear view of James. Wait a bloody minute! She thought. How in the name of Merlin's beard did I ever get to staring at James Potter?




Remus Lupin frowned slightly, glancing at the pitiful petite figure in a corner. Lily was staring, somewhat dreamily, at James, but it was the angry expression on her face that crossed it the next second that told him that she was not really aware of her feelings. That, or she was trying very hard to deny it. He stopped staring as Liela's hard dark blue eyes started to bore a hole into him.

"Who exactly are you staring at?" she demanded, purposely stepping on Remus's foot. Remus winced.

"Lily." He said through tightly gritted teeth. "You need to lose some weight, you know that?"

Liela, whose appearance had softened at first, immediately morphed into an irritated look. "If I hadn't have given up swearwords-!" she said, narrowing her eyes and stepping painfully onto Remus' left foot again.




Waltzing with Professor Mcgonagall nearby, Albus Dumbledore swept his long white hair out of his eyes. But as he was doing that, something caught his eye in a dark corner. "I say, Minerva." He muttered, steering his partner toward Lily. "Is that Miss Evans?"

Professor Mcgonagall, who had been glaring at some nearby students for trying to steal the flagons of pumpkin on the table, snapped back to Dumbledore. "Miss Evans?" she said, turning her head toward the corner Dumbledore was pointing at. "Why, yes." She said. "What is she doing?"

Albus could feel her trying to pull out of his hold, but he held her back. "Wait. Just wait. I have a feeling something's going to happen." His eyes twinkled in the direction of James.

Professor Mcgonagall turned her head toward him, too and comprehension dawned. "Surely not!" she gasped.

Dumbledore chuckled. "My dear Minerva!" he said kindly, "Have you already grown too old to remember how our minds worked when we were their age? I, for one, have never forgotten the joys of seventeen."

(A/n: Dumbledore was seventeen?! GASP!!)

Professor Mcgonagall blinked several times. Her mouth was set in a thin line, but it was steadily dropping. She cleared her throat, waking up from her reverie. "Erm, yes, that's nice."

(A/n: okay, okay, I Know, this isn't in character, but I just had to add it.)




"Listen, Trista, I'm going to get some drinks." James said. "Just wait here." And without waiting for an answer, he strode off in the direction of the punch table and someone else…




"Evans." A deep voice said, from somewhere in front of Lily.

Lily's eyes, which had rested on James for a moment, slid down, back to her dress robes. "Potter." She muttered. She expected James to walk away, but when he didn't, she started to get annoyed. "What do you want?" she said quietly, trying to get the bitterness in her voice down to a minimum.

"Just to talk." James walked toward the chair next to him.

Lily frowned. "Talking involves speaking, and there is no way I'm speaking more than a hundred words to you in one day." She said, pursing her lips.

"Fine." James replied, rolling his brown eyes. "No need to bite my head off."

"Your head's to big for me to bite off." Lily said. "And it's too big for even a dragon to bite off." She stopped plucking the stray string out of her dress robe to stare off into the dance floor.

James was about to reply with a witty remark, but he stopped himself. "Look, I didn't come here to argue." He said sternly.

"Then why did you come here?" Lily asked exasperatingly, dropping her hand heavily onto her lap.

"To talk." James repeated.

"We are talking, damn it." Lily replied. "And that was my limit for today." She said, getting up to leave. James grabbed her wrist.

"Wait." He got up. "come with me."




WHOOOO!! CLIFFHANGER!!! But, i guess you guys know what's gonna happen. Sorry i didn't put any fluffy stuff. I've got a cold, and I'm probably gonna start choking from it all. First of all, thank you to all of those wonderful reviews!! Oh, yeah. And all of those suggestions, too. I never would've noticed that without your telling me. teehee. I tried to put more brit words in it...sorry for the lack of those. So? Go and mope around your house, waiting for the next chappie!