((JK Rowling created these characters, I didn't. I'm not taking any credit for them, with the exception to both cats(Misty and Skye), Leilanni, Elle, and Allan. Then, of course, Theia Talus. All of which I created for this story. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW (like nicholekaycee, so thanks for your review.) I love all the comments, and they make me want to write more chapters. I'm trying to write them as fast at I can! Enjoy. ))

As Lily headed to her dorm, the Hufflepuff prefect headed towards her.

"There's to be a Christmas dance this week. Dumbledore wants you and the Head Boy to organize it." the Prefect announced. Lily was still too enraged to reply, unless the Hufflepuff wanted to be yelled at, of course. Sensing hostility, the Prefect backed off. "Pass on the message to Potter..." he added, racing down the corridor.

Lily entered the dormitory, and heard the shower running. She headed up the stairs to the Head Boy room, and waited patiently. More than fifteen minutes passed by, and Lily began to wonder if he would ever come out. She was still fuming at herself when the shower stopped, and James walked out of the shower with nothing covering him. He spotted Lily, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers. He slammed the bathroom door in her face.

Lily wasn't sure what to think of this, but decided it was out of consideration that he closed her out. But still...he slammed the door awfully hard. She wondered if he was mad at her. Moments later, a red-faced James emerged with towel on.

"You aren't supposed to be up here, Evans..." he began.

"I know. But I came...to tell you..." Lily began but she was hurt by the way he hinted she should leave. Her being in his room was never an issue before. Sighing, she continued. With something entirely different from what she was originally going to say. "As Head Girl and Boy we are supposed to organize the Christmas dance. Bye." Lily said hurriedly, before heading back down the stairs. She heard Sir Cadogan's loud shouts, and figured one of her friends was trying to get in. She swung open the portrait, and spotted Sirius. He was covered in dirt and a greenish sludge.

"Where have you been?!" Lily cried.

"I was late for my detention with Snape and Filch because I was talking to Theia. Filch wasn't too happy. Don't even ask where I've been." Sirius groaned. "Is James here?" he asked.

"He's in his room." Lily sighed, letting Sirius in. He grinned, and headed up the stairs. Lily frowned, and decided she'd have an early bed. Still clutching the white lily, she got into a pair of soft pink pajamas, and fell asleep. It was there James found her once Sirius had left. He was glad she wasn't in something revealing, because he wouldn't be able to take it. He had never loved another woman as much as he loved her. And because of the events today, he thought she just wanted to be friends. He'd have to live with that. Sighing, he tucked the covers up to her chin, and gently smoothed them over her body. In her sleep, Lily sighed contentedly.

"Mmm...James..." she breathed. James stood there, in shock. Did Lily dream about him as he dreamed about her? If she did, she wasn't as innocent as he thought! He straightened, and left, thinking that maybe, deep down, she liked him after all. As he left, he suddenly realized what it was she held in her hand as she slept. The lily he gave her.

"Bloody hell, Lily..." He muttered. It was one messed up relationship. He chased her and chased her, and finally she chased him a little before completely retreating. He chased her more than ever, but got nothing. And now...

"No. Don't get your hopes up." he whispered, before slipping into his warm blankets. He pushed Lily out of his mind, and tried to go to sleep. He couldn't. Instead, he decided to work on his Head boy task. He began to sketch his ideas. The Great Hall could be used as the ballroom. Flitwick would love to decorate the Christmas trees. James decided on one large one, and multiple small ones to be scattered along the dance floor.

He drew the House tables off to one side to make room for the dance floor, and he decorated a corner in holly. He sat back, marvelling at his black and white ink drawing. Then he began to draw a girl dancing in the center of the dance floor. Her dress flowed around her body, but he realized he needed color for this. He muttered a quick coloring spell and the ink turned into a orange-red, which he used for her hair. The eyes became a radiant green, and her skin an ivory shade. Astonished by the beauty of the drawing, he folded up the paper and rested it on his bedside table. At last, he fell asleep.