He-ey! Yep, I do have an sequel to this. I'll post it along with the next chapter, as that also happens to be the last. . .

Sorry I've not updated in awhile. Stuff's. . . crazy. Absolutely nuts. My family's all messed up, and. . . yeah. It's obvious Christmas will be ruined. Hmm. But. Yeah. Anyways.

So! Reviews would be lovely.

Helen's POV

Don't you just think that Lily and James are just the cutest things?

But it took then long enough to get together, for crying out loud. I mean, it was so obvious they fancied each other.

But yes, they're cute, they belong together, they're oh-so-perfect that they make you want to throw up.

And that's how they spent the rest of the holidays. James's mum said some thing that made Lily blush to the roots of her hair and James groan. Sirius got a motorbike from somewhere. He refused to tell where, so people pretty much gave up on him. Remus' mother got sick, the poor dear, and he went to visit her. Only for one night though, so. . . Yeah.

Then we returned to Hogwarts.

Where Lily would have to talk to someone I knew would not be too pleased.

Tess.

You can hear me sighing, right?

"Te-ess. . ." Lily interrupted our friend, who was surrounded by a group of other girls who were admiring her golden tan and comparing it to their "L'Oreal Sublime Bronze - Magically Tinted" fake one.

"Lily! Helen!" Tess shrieked, jumping up and hugging us at the same time as if she hadn't seen us for years.

"Hi," I grinned.

"Um, Tessie?" Lily asked quietly. "Um, there's something I have to talk to you about."

Tess nodded innocently and sat down. "Okay. . . Way to sound mysterious, but. . . what?"

"We-ell. . . don't go mad, but-"

"You got back together with Sirius?" she guessed loudly, a look of horror on her face.

Lily frowned. "No. Like I'd seriously do that. No, I-"

"Don't you dare say you set me up with Peter. Ew, can you believe he sent me that letter? Then again, he's a friend of James's, so. . . I guess he isn't all bad."

"Uh, yeah. I mean, no! No, I didn't. I'm-"

"Going out with Remus? Oh, say you are! That'd be so cute! And then when me and James eventually get together-"

"Tess, would you let her talk, for God's sake?" I demanded. She can get on your nerves, at times.

Lily sighed and rolled her eyes. "Tess, that's what I'm trying to tell you. James. . . James asked me out."

"He-! What?"

"He-"

"Well what did you say? There's got to be some mistake here! I - Oh please don't tell me you said yes, Lils. . ."

Lily shrugged lamely.

"Lily!" Tess wailed, looking at her with hurt eyes. "I can't believe you'd do that!"

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but-"

"I mean, you couldn't care less about him! You. . . I. . . ugh. . . Lily!"

A few minutes later, I was up in the dorm trying to talk some sense into Tess while she cried her heart out into a pillow.

"It's s-so, hic, un-unfair!" she wailed, sobbing loudly.

"Tess. . ." I sighed, shaking my head. "It's not-"

"How could she do that to me? J. . ." she gave a choked sob. "James was the love of my life and she stole him from me!"

I couldn't help it.

I laughed.

"Are you laughing at me?" she suddenly demanded, glaring.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm myself. "But, c'mon. I doubt he's the love of your life."

"Oh, What do you know?"

"Quite a bit, actually. Lily's liked James for ages."

"No she hasn't."

"Yes, she has."

Tess wiped her eyes and frowned. "Yeah right. She went out with Sirius. And Logan."

"Yes and, well, I'm not quite sure why she did that. But I'm sure she had reasons. Aw Tess, I know you're upset but. . . They're so happy together. They really are. And Lily's really pleased, so. . ."

Tess sulked and folded her arms. "I bet she's pleased."

James's POV

I'd done it.

I was with Lily.

Not Sirius. Not Luke, Larry, Logan, whatever his name is. Me.

Heh. If I was a girl, I would have screamed.

But nope. I did the guy thing. Slouched in my Muggle Studies seat and looked cool.

Well. As cool as you can look when your best friend is sat next to and bouncing in his seat with his arm in the air every few seconds, over-exaggeratedly wanting to give his opinion or answers.

The teacher had given us a new topic coming back from the holidays. She said since we didn't need to cram for exams, we could take it easy and discover muggle music.

So we had to sit there and not fall asleep while she played the most boring tune I've ever heard into the classroom.

And take it easy. Tuh. We were being quizzed on the damn thing.

"Alright. . ." Professor Hiward grinned as the music came to an end. "Lets see some answers. Describe the mood of the tune. . . um. . . Peter?"

Peter hunched in his seat, as he always did when attention was drawn to him. "Er. . . sad," he mumbled quickly.

"Sad. Yes, anything more descriptive?"

"Bitter," Lorredana said, from across the room.

"Good. Go on, James?"

I shrugged. "Suicidal." Hey, it was my opinion.

"Suicidal?" Sirius snickered, looking down at his own sheet of parchment. "Okay then. I guess you don't want to know what I put."

"Go on Black, tell us," the Professor said, smiling slightly.

"'Kay! Well, I put funky for some reason-"

"Funky?" I burst out, as the class laughed. "You seriously put that? Sirius, you pleb-head, that music is about the furthest-"

"Pleb-head? What's that supposed to mean, you antlers for brains-"

"Boys," Professor Hiward interrupted bored. Sirius' and my classroom arguments were daily entertainment. "Would you please just shut-?"

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

And in walked my favorite person in the world.

Dear ol' Snape.

"Snivelly!" Sirius exclaimed, holding out his arms as if to greet him warmly into the room.

Snape glared.

He stepped into the room cautiously, looking repulsed by the fact he was in a room that was entirely dedicated to Muggles.

And people wonder why I don't like him.

I slouched in my chair and went back to doodling on my parchment as Professor Hiward said, "Yes, Mr. Snape?"

"I've been sent by Professor Dumbledore, Professor," Snape replied.

"For. . .?"

"Well, it's been required that I tutor a certain Miss Lily Evans-"

My head shot up.

"-at this exact moment. However, due to it being lesson time, Dumbledore said it best to ask opinion of our Head Boy and Girl," he finished, with a small smile.

The Head Girl shrugged absent mindedly. "Whatever. Sure."

"Hey, hold up!" I said, shaking my head firmly.

Snape rolled his eyes. Sirius grinned.

"This is not a 'whatever, sure' matter, I'm afraid. . ." I said.

"Oh, really?" Snape challenged. "So what do you think Potter? You're going to be the one responsible for Evans failing her Transfiguration test?"

Well. You can see what a wonderful position I was in.

Let that piece of filth - he was smirking at me, I hate when people smirk at me - spend the next two hours with my girlfriend when I knew that he fancied her.

Or. . . she'd fail the Transfiguration test he was talking about.

And, as much as I love her, I have to admit. Lily needs all the help she can get in Transfiguration.

"Hmm. . ." I drummed my fingers on my chin. "What to do, what to do. . ."

Snape narrowed his eyes. I was willing to draw this out as long as he got annoyed.

Apparently, my Professor didn't feel the same way. "Potter. On with it please, I'm trying to conduct a lesson."

"Alright. . . Y'know, I think I should teach Miss Evans. Seeing as I excel in Transfiguration and that I'm Head Boy. . ."

"And her boyfriend. . ." Sirius added, with a sly grin.

Snape seemed to freeze.

Oh dear. Did he not know that piece of information?

Did I just touch a nerve?

"And what you seem to be forgetting, Mr. Potter," the Professor said coyly, "Is that you're in class. So hurry up and tell Snape he can tutor the girl, because you know that's your only option."

I sighed loudly. Trust a teacher to spoil my fun.

"Fine, fine. Whatever."

Lily's POV

"Look. . . Tess?" I asked delicately.

She stuck her nose in the air and turned the other way.

I sighed and slouched in my Divination seat.

Where was Severus anyway? He said he'd get me out of this stupid subject so I could revise for my Transfiguration test.

Oh, and Tess was not pleased. According to Helen, James was the love of her life.

Yeah. Don't even get me started on that one.

"Tess, would you just grow up and talk to her?" Helen demanded.

Tess glared at her. Then she turned to me, still sulking. "Why should I talk to you? You know how much I like him!"

"Yeah, well, I like him too," I retorted.

Heh. Oh, the problems of our life. You can't get much more teen-angsty than this.

"You do not! Otherwise you would have said something before!"

"I didn't want to. . . I dunno. Hurt you."

"You didn't want to hurt me?" she cried. I was painfully aware that about half of the class was watching us now. "Hello? Hurt!" she exclaimed, pointing to herself.

"I know, I know!" I said sympathetically. "I - Oh, Severus, hi!"

I didn't say 'Thank God you're here, save me from the mad woman' even though that's what I was thinking. Instead I grabbed my bag and made a quick exit, the class still staring me - and I know I was blushing, ugh - and Tess, who was glaring at me. And Helen, who had become extremely interested in a tea leaf.

As I followed Severus down the ladder leading out of the Divination classroom, I flashed him a smile. "Thanks," I said, when we reached the bottom. "You just saved me from another argument with Tess." I rolled my eyes and grinned, even though Tess was really beginning to bother me.

Severus didn't say anything. He just studied me silently. It was quite uncomfortable, actually.

Then he shrugged and began walking away. "Whatever," he said bored.

I frowned. That was not the reaction I'd been expecting.

"So. . . um. . ." I hurried to catch up with him. "Did you have a nice Easter?"

He shrugged again. "Not really."

"Oh. Er. . . sorry."

There was a silence. And, as much as I hate silence, I didn't have a clue what to say to fill it.

Something was definitely wrong.

We continued walking towards the Library, half of me hoping that he was in a good enough mood to actually teach me something, the other half wanting to know what was bothering him.

Finally, Severus sighed. "So go on. I'm sure you'll tell me anyway, so why were you arguing with your little friend?"

"Hmm? Oh. Oh, well. . . It's dumb, really. You see. . . James-"

He interrupted me with a short, humorless laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just wondering how long it'd take for you to bring Potter up," he retorted.

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"He was gloating in Muggle Studies about how you two are going out."

"He was?"

"Naturally. He gloats about everything else, anyway. But, wow, Evans. First Black. . . Now Potter. Interesting. So is Lupin next? Or he is a little too. . ." Severus trailed off, considering his words. "Wild for your liking?"

I stopped walking and just started at him, confused. Remus Lupin? Wild? He was one of the sweetest boys I knew. . . "What?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Look. . . Yes, I'm going out with James. And yes, I know you two hate each other. But. . . we're still friends, aren't we?"

Severus sneered. "And when did I ever consider you a friend, Mudblood?"

That hurt me. That really, really hurt me.

"Oh," I said, quietly. I glanced towards the floor and then stalked away from him, letting him follow him in my footsteps towards the library.

Fine.

Who needed him anyway?

James and everyone else were right. He was horrible. Cold. Greasy-haired filth.

I was just too stupid to see it at first.

I marched into the library to find it empty. Of course, everyone else was still in lessons. And I got to spend the next two hours with Snape.

I'd rather be back in Divination.

No, actually. I'd rather be in Transfiguration with not a clue what I was doing with Tess on one side and Voldemort on the other. And Death Eaters behind me. And Dementors in front of me.

Yeah. I'd rather be in that situation than sit with Snape.

. . . Okay. Maybe not. But you get my point.

I threw my back onto the nearest table with as much force as I could muster, then fell into my seat.

I glared at him as he walked in a few moments later, sighing and looking at me as if I were a child who was annoying him and he only found them mildly interesting.

"Look. Evans," he started.

I couldn't remember him calling me 'Evans' in ages. Ages.

"Understand. You're just a stupid kid I tutor to get more points for my NEWTS, okay?"

I raised one eyebrow. "So is that what you think I am? Stupid? So I'm a stupid Mudblood right? You sure are a happy little soul today, aren't you Snape? So. . . What's wrong with you? Eh? What's your problem? Oh, of course. James. James is always a problem to you. Why? Because you're jealous. What of? I do not know. Whatever problem in the world you've chosen to blame him for today. And you know what I think? You're pathetic. He doesn't have a go at the first person in sight just because you're still breathing, you know. Ugh. . . You should just grow up and get over it. And don't you ever - ever - call me a Mudblood again, right?"

A few hours later, I stormed up to my dorm room.

Tess was the only one in there, and immediately started sulking as soon as I entered the room.

"Tess," I sighed, making a bee-line for my bed, "I'm aware that you hate me right now, but seriously. . . I'm not in the mood. . ." I muttered, falling face first into my duvet and refusing to move.

I stayed like that for about thirty seconds, until I heard a loud sigh and someone sat down next to me.

"What happened?" Tess asked, tugging on my shoulder to make me turn over to face her.