Hello Everyone! Great to see you again, and I'm sure its mutual. I have another wonderful chapter out for you, I'm sure you're excited. Its rather short again, I'm afraid, but quality is better than quantity, as I'm sure you would agree. There is a small reason for me taking so long....

I'm not trying to annoy anyone with my political antics or anything, but I would just like to say that I have just figured out the outcome of the presidential election, and I just might have to kill myself.

Anyway...

This time around I decided that I would do some interesting things with the story, and make it from different viewpoints. I know I'm really weird, considering that I started it out that way in the first place, but then it got messed up, and and and......

And I'm wasting a lot of my precious time and yours, so I think I will get on with it.

Chapter Seven:

The Nighttime Walk

James and Lily walked out of the portrait hole and down the hall. James, even though cool on the outside, was inside a mess. He was breathing much heavily than normal, and his heart felt like it was about to come out of his chest. He couldn't believe he was this close to Lily.

Whatever happened to her hating me? James thought.

Oh, she still does. Another voice said. She just feels sorry for you because of Rose.

James felt a surge of shame. In all of the excitement, he had forgotten about his own sister.

But I never knew her though, He thought to himself. She never knew me.

But she is still your sister.

No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, she was still his sister, and it was still a big deal. Yet still he thought that Rose would be okay with him forgetting about her for a few hours. That is the worst mistake that people of grieving make; they think that the only thing they can do is sit around and mope, while the people who died would actually want them to be happy. Just because someone is gone from this earth doesn't mean that the world is over, and that everyone has to be sad, it just means that they are gone from the world. I wouldn't want anyone to feel sorry for me when I die; they just need to know that I am in a better place.

And back to the story...

All of James thoughts were cut short by a horrible feeling in his stomach. He stopped abruptly.

They were near the Ravenclaw tower now, and Lily turned around and looked at James, confused about why they had stopped. She was just about to open her mouth and ask when James put a hand over her mouth. And put a finger to his lips.

James knew that feeling.

A sixth sense, maybe you could call it. James didn't know why, or how, but somehow all of the marauders had it.

It was the feeling of a teacher approaching.

He looked around and found himself in a thin hallway. Lily had been walking in front of him, you could only fit two people side by side in the hallway if they squeezed.

The invisibility cloak could only fit if they walked like that anyway. Since James was so tall he and Sirius could not fit in it with out a considerable bit of hunching.

That's when they saw him.

Professor Dingham, the potions master, was walking up the hallway. He was walking very fast and looked like he was in a very big hurry.

Lily looked as if she was about to puke. She looked at James.

"What are we going to do?" she mouthed.

"Relax," he mouthed back.

James only did what he could.

He, as quietly as he could, pressed Lily against the wall, facing him. Then he pressed himself on top of her, so he was looking at her.

James could hear the words in lily's head.

Oh my god, oh my god...

The getting in trouble part didn't really matter to James though, considering he had been in much worse situations. (Five words: Sirius, boxer shorts, and Professor Mcgonagal)

But he knew it mattered to Lily. The worst trouble she had been in was forgetting a quill for class and having to borrow one. This was a big deal for Lily, and he wasn't going to get her in trouble.

It was at about this time that both Lily and James realized that they were on top of each other.

In a dark hallway.

In the middle of the night.

And at about this time, Lily forgot that she hated him, and that he was a prat, and that he was nothing that she ever wanted to have anything to do with.

She only remembered that James Potter was on top of her, he was really handsome, and now that he so close she could tell: he had really nice abs.

And for the first and not the last time, oblivious of a fuming Professor Dingham behind them, he let him take her hands in his and kiss her.

The hood had fallen off their heads. Figures.

Another amazingly short chapter- so much for doing that "different points of view" thingy.

Thanks to all of my fantastic reviewers:

Jesus4Ever: I cant wait to finish up this stupid funk I'm in wit the stupid "In the hall" part so I can go on to scenes like you explained.

I-luv-hunter.niall: Don't worry, I loooove long reviews! And when I did go to your profile, I couldn't find your story...I'm sorry! Hope you find it!

sasa-chic: good thing you like short chapters, because that is all that I seem to be spitting out these days...and it probably doesn't help that I'm a horrible typer....thanks for putting me on your favorites, I feel so loved!

The Best witch of all: Thank you! (Don't worry, I don't know how to spell French either...)

Liz: It's the same for me... of course I like everything Harry Potter, but my favorite fanfics are definitely Lily- James and Draco- Ginny (I know, I'm weird, but I like reading about Draco and him not being evil...and I dunno I like Ginny, she's cool.)

So anyway, thanks for everything, and I hope you liked it! Please review; it just makes me so happy. It's so easy too! See that little purple button down there? Just click it and go down to "submit review." You know you want to.... ; )

Holly Nirvana