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Chapter 38

Makeups or Breakups?

It was Saturday, twenty minutes before the Quiddich match was about to start, and Lily did

not know what to wear. In reality it was not very important what she wore. She would be with

her friends, so they wouldn't care what she looked like, but somehow she felt as if she were

dressing up for someone. And that someone was not Nicky. Lily decided to just wear jeans and

a red shirt, with her red and gold striped Gryfindor scarf that she had bought at Madame

Malcolms after her second year. Lily threw her cloak on overtop and walked down the stairs to

the common room. She was meeting her friends on the pitch, seeing as they had gone there

directly following breakfast rather than going back and changing again.

When she had told them she was going back to the common room they had all given her

suspicious glances.

"Why are you changing again? You look fine!" Holly had said, probabally for the first time in

her life.

"Come on Lily, this is ridiculous, who are you trying to impress?" Janette asked, and Lily

honestly did not know the answer to that, she had asked herself the same question.

Lily walked down to the already crowded Quiddich pitch, searching the crowds for her

friends. She caught sight of Alice, waving to her, her hair flying all over the place in the crisp late

winter/early spring breeze. She pushed her way through the hords of people to reach Holly,

Sirius, Janette, Alice, Caroline, Remus, Peter, and Ben. They had conveniently chosen seats in

the middle of the row so that Lily had to struggle passed legs and bodys and flailing limbs in

order to reach them.

She sat down, slightly out of breath as she was still sore and out of practice from being

confined to the hospital wing for two weeks. She returned smiles and waves, thanked people for

cards and candy and flowers they had sent, and told everyone she was feeling much better. All

in all, she was very pleased when the match finally started and people took there seats, rather

than walking across half the stadium to ask her how she was feeling.

She still hadn't seen Nicky since she had left the hospital wing, he had not even come to ask

her how she was feeling. He had never once visited her while she was there. Lily was feeling

slightly hurt when she heard hs voice in her ear behind her.

"Lily, we need to talk." He said.

"Now? Here?" She asked, confused. What does he have to say to me suddenly, that he

couldn't have added to his lengthy note or said when he came to visit me? Oh, wait, he

never did either of those things...

"No, not here, come with me." It was not a question, he hadn't even said please. This was

very un-Nicky-ish. Lily got up and followed, deciding that refusal would be pointless and

fruitless, the only outcome would be a scene.

"So, what do you want?" She asked him when they stoped under the tree beside the lake,

perhaps a little cooly and more harshly than she would have otherwise, but he had just dragged

her away from her first Quiddich match of the real season without saying please.

"I wanted to tell you that this isn't working out between us, I think we should end it." He

said.

"Are you, er, dumping me?" Lily asked, hoping that her voice didn't sound too hopefull.

"Yes, I think I am." He told her, more confidently.

"Oh, okay then. Shall we go back to the Quiddich match than?" She asked, not knowing

exactly what she was supposed to say undert the circumstances.

"You don't even want to know why?" He sounded a little hurt. Maybe she was supposed to

be more upset by being dumped, but strangley, she didn't care.

"Oh, sure, why?" She asked, not really caring about the answer.

"Well, you always ditch me for your friends. And you always reject me for dates and stuff."

He said.

"Excuse me? I have rejected you for one date because I already had plans, and my friends

were my friends before you were my boyfriend. Before I even knew who you were for that

matter. You were the one who never once visited me when I was sick, you're the one who sent

me a two word note, you're the one who never came to sit with me at meals, you're the one who

never tries to find me to ask how I feel when I get out of bed for the first time in two weeks! So

don't even think of telling me that I'm a bad girlfriend!" She fumed.

"Well if that's how you feel why did you ever agree to date me? I sent you notes, I sought

you out, you were just always too busy to see me. Every time I came to the hospital wing you

were surrounded by people. What did you want me to do? Kick them out? Skip classes to see

you?" He said, yelling just as loudly as her.

"I would have, if it had been you." She said, her voice ice. "Because that's what friends, and

that's what boyfriends, and that's what girlfriends are supposed to do." She told him, spinning on

her heel and starting to walk away. "And you know what I think Nicky? I think that you're

scared. And I think you're intimidated by me and my friends. You're so wrapped up in the fact

that you think you're a loser that you don't even realize the potential for not being a loser." With

that Lily flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked back to the Quiddich pitch.

Sighing she turned to Alice and asked her the score, as calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Where's Nicky?" Asked a girl sitting behind Lily. A girl Lily remembered from when she

had first met Nicky. She was the girl with cornrows and a bandana, her name was Jess, or

Jenny, or something like that.

"I don't know where he went, he was over sulking by the lake last time I saw him." Lily

informed her, turning to face her. The girl stared daggers at her and got off the bleachers to find

Nicky.

"Who was that?" Alice asked her when the girl was gone.

"I have no idea. I met her before, her name is Jess or Jane or something. So whats the

score?" Lily continued to watch the game, either oblivious to, or ignoring the stares of her friend.

"And you don't even care that some girl just went off to find your boyfriend?" Lily snorted

her contempt at the thought of her being intimidated, even though she would have been had she

still been dating James and someone had gone off to find him, in fact, she recalled that same thing

happening.

"He isn't my boyfriend anymore. So what's the score?" Lily would not be diverted or

distracted.

"Hmmm, I think that it's," but her sentence were drowned out by Slytherin cheers as

Severus dove for the snitch. He did not, however, make it that far, as he crashed his broom into

the ground, missing the snitch completely. At that moment the snitch darted away, right into the

hand of a waiting James Potter. James hopped off his broom where it was still floating a few feet

off the ground. He lifted his hands in the air and the Gryfindors burst into cheers and storms of

applause. He was still the show off he had always been, Lily chided herself for ever having

thought he had changed. The entire Gryfindor side of the bleachers rose to their feet, led by

Sirius, and cheered on their hreoic seeker, ignoring the Slytherin hisses and boos.

They had won the game by 190 points, a total slaughter, putting them first in the running for

the Quiddich cup. The Slytherins hissed and booed louder, many of them slinking away from the

pitch, leaving their seeker in a pile on the ground. Severus was not stirring, Lily stood up, but

not to cheer, she was standing to see if Severus was okay. The rest of the Gryfindor team flew

down clapping James on the back. The Slytherin team flew to their changing rooms, leaving their

seeker on the ground.

Lily pushed her way through the crowd and down to the Quiddich pitch, unfortunately many

people thought she was going to join the group of congratuators around James, and she started

a stampede down the stairs. Lily, unable to keep up, prayed that Severus would not be stepped

on. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs he was gone, either moved, crushed to

pieces, or able to walk a least.

Lily turned and began wlaking up to the castle again. Thank goodness she had friends and

teachers to help her with two weeks of catching up that she had to do.

"Lily!" Cried a breathless James, coming up behind her and draping his arm around her

shoulder. "Did you see the game?" He asked her, ruffling his air slightly so that it looked even

more windswept than it had before.

"Would I be walking back to the castle from the Quiddich pitch if I hadn't?"

"So, did you see my catch?" He asked her, apparently oblivious to her sarcasm.

"Yes I did, congratulations, good job and all that. I'm sure you're very proud." She informed

him even more sarcastically.

"Why are you mad at me?" He asked her. "Did you want Slytherin to win? 'Cause if you

had, I would have let Snivilus get the snitch. It would've been hard cause he's so bad...but I

could've tried." He laughed at his own joke, she merely gave him a whithering stare and

continued to walk to the castle. "Lily, please talk to me, I thought we were friends again! What

is it about this time?" She still dd not reply, although she did feel a twinge of guilt over being

mean to him. It was so hard to stay mad. "Well, it's not that you think I'm cheating on you wit

another girl, it's not our breakup, it's not that I got mad at you for being intimidated by my friend

being a werewolf," he ticked off on his fingers, "so what is it?" He concluded.

"James, you are so frustrating. Don't you realize that you totally humiliated him? Not to

mention, he was lying on he ground, what if he had been seriously hurt? You didn't even try to

help him, you just stood there while he lay on the ground!" She sped up her pace, leaving him

standing on the path staring at her. That was what she was mad about?

"Lily, be reasonable, what did you want me to do? It was not my fault that I humilated him,

Lily, Lily!" He said, catching up to her and whirling her around to face him.

"Don't tell me to be reasonable James Potter! What if he had been dying? His blood would

have been on-" She was cut off by his lips on her own. "James! You, you can't just-" But he

kissed her again, this time the kiss lasted longer. "James, you, you can't, you have-"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it, you're so beautiful when you're angry." He said cutting her off

mid-splutter. At that, he was swept away with the crowd which was, at this point pressing them

on all sides. Lily turned, more than a little flustered, and walked back up to the castle.

Authors Note: Was that enough drivle for you all? Haha, I must say, it's much more fun to write than the boring plotty garbage I was spewing before...did you like it Sarah? Haha, I hope you did! Anyway, I'll reiterate, my 150th reviewer will be written into the story...so review review review!!!