Disclaimer: The characters you can recognize are JK Rowling's and the characters you can't recognize are mine. There. A short and sweet disclaimer.

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"Come on, Lils. Tell me what happened between you and James yesterday when Sirius, Remus and I went for our walk," Naomi was whining to Lily, who absolutely refused to talk about the incident.

"Nom, nothing happened. How many times must I keep repeating that?" Lily asked impatiently as the duo walked into the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Until you finally admit that something happened between you and James yesterday," was Naomi's reply. "Besides, if nothing had happened, how did we enter the common room to find you resting your head on James' shoulder? I suppose it just flew there against your will, dragging your body along with it too?"

"N-no…" Lily flushed scarlet.

"Aha! You're blushing! Something did happen! Lily Evans, tell all!" Naomi pounced on Lily eagerly.

"Nothing happened! Anyway, have you seen James? I want to go over with him the details of the next Prefects' meeting," Lily changed the subject of the conversation with haste.

"Jamsie? I think he's at the Quidditch pitch. He woke up early today to get some extra practice. Big game tomorrow, you know," Sirius overheard Lily and Naomi (He, Remus and Peter were sitting across the breakfast table from them).

"Oh. Okay. I'll go there to find him then." Lily rose from her seat.

"Don't you want your breakfast, Lils?"

"I'll only be a while, Nom." Lily ran out of the Great Hall.

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Lily wandered onto the grass and looked around the Quidditch pitch.

Her heart fell.

She had just seen James Potter. Kissing a fair-haired Hufflepuff on the Quidditch pitch.

Angry tears stung Lily's eyes and threatened to fall.

A feeling of sadness she couldn't understand overwhelmed her.

And she ran. She didn't know where. She just wanted to run, run away from it all.

It was just too bad she did not stay a moment longer though, for if she had, she would have seen James Potter push the Hufflepuff away angrily.

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"I- I- I thought he actually c-cared, Nom…I- I was such a fool…" Lily sobbed into her pillow.

Naomi patted Lily's back sympathetically and narrowed her eyes in rage at the thought of James Potter. How could he do this to Lily? After showing every sign of interest in Lily, he went off to kiss a Hufflepuff blonde?

"I'm going to personally kill that git for you, Lils," Naomi muttered dangerously under her breath as she tried to comfort Lily.

Lily was crying her heart out. Is he worth it, Lils? Naomi asked Lily silently in her head.

Aloud, she simply asked, "Tissue?" and handed Lily a tissue from her pocket.

"A-are we going t-to be late for H-history of M-magic, Nom?" Lily asked Naomi as she wiped the tears on her face away with the tissue.

"Lils, we've already missed three- quarters of the lesson," Naomi explained patiently to a horrified Lily.

"W-we've missed it?" Lily asked in horror.

"Yes. Which is why you've got to pull yourself together for Herbology, Lils," Naomi tried her best to soothe Lily.

"O-okay… so w-what do we do n-now?" Lily rubbed her red eyes.

"Well… since we've completed all our homework and have nothing to do for the next eight minutes or so, I was thinking along the lines of having another go at your crossword puzzle, Lils," Naomi suggested.

Lily nodded and reached out for the crossword puzzle that now lay on her bedside table.

"The sixth clue: 'Feelings of mental pain'. Four letters." Naomi read aloud.

Lily stared at the crossword puzzle curiously. After a while, she took a quill from her pocket and scribbled 'Hurt' on it.

"Wow, Lils. You're right. It fits." Naomi was impressed. "How did you get it?"

"How could I not get it, Nom? 'Hurt' is what I'm feeling right now."

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you mess your hair.

I hate the way you ride your broomstick, I hate it when you stare.

I hate your warm brown eyes, and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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Aww… isn't that little poem at the back nice? But, before you get any ideas, it's not mine. I wish it was, but * sigh * reality hurts.

Anyway, how is it? How is it? Review, review and review please! I'm so proud of this chapter! Even though I'm not really good at writing melancholy stuff, I think I established Lily being sad quite well in this one… am I right? Or am I wrong? Review and tell me! ;D

Again, thank you to the people who reviewed for the previous chapters. I think I'm getting more confident with my chapters because of all your encouragement. Keep reviewing, please. I really do read every one of your reviews and appreciate them.

Just a little note: Lily was stammering because she was crying. It's kind of hard to talk clearly while crying and if you don't believe me, you can try crying and talking at the same time. For the record, I always stammer when I cry.