The throbbing in my head pulled me evilly out of my sweet dreams. Opening one eyelid I yawned, stretching widely. Another sunny day full of lies and deceit was about to begin. Lovely. I ran a hand through my hair and opened my eyes for the first time. A tangible, stonewall encircled the cold room. A fireplace blazing with flickering flames at the foot of the bed, and a shadow. A shadow no sensible girl would want to wake up to and view. That's when it all came flying back to memory, a dark hole I would gladly of forgotten. James Potter stood at the end of my bed with a proud chiseled face. In surprise I couldn't muster a word to fill the peculiar silence. Somewhat relived, I must admit when he broke the dreadful empty silence.

"A rose in a meadow,

A rose at sea,

A rose within the vines,

How lovely you are to me."

I blinked in surprise, the last thing I expected was to hear Potter reciting poetry, but oddly enough he finished with a lasting thought. "You know, they say you want what you can't have. Is that true Tiger Lily, or just a famous quote holding no logic behind it?"

"What do you want Potter?" I asked annoyed, trying to get up. The comfortable bed held too much of a horizontal Mambo possibilities for Potter. Struggling, I looked up at Potter in horror, in return he ignored my stare to continue, unfazing him that my legs and butt were presently stuck to the feather bed.

"First off, I want you to call me by my first name. The whole Potter thing is sexy, but I think it's building a barrier between us. Second of all," Grins suggestively, "You know what I want."

"Potter- " I warned, my position uncomforting.

"James, my rose."

I glared at his stupidity, "James," I said sweetly, "You'll never have me. I don't know what your little plan is mister but…" I felt a twinge of fear as he raised his hand amused.

"Mister? Didn't they use that in only the 1770's for what? Like a week." James said, snorting sarcastically.

"But whatever it is, you better think twice. Now unstick me before I strangle you senseless!" I finished reassuringly out loud. He grinned tauntingly, leaning against a bedpost.

"Really?" he asked. His leather jacket previously tossed into a corner of the room already forgotten, like one of his many roses. It was hard to admit, but he would have been attractive beyond belief if it wasn't for his over shadowing arrogant and condescending personality reeking for the need of improvement. His muggle jeans were at liberty, but no were near gangster baggy with the family of five theory. Only sagging over his hips a couple inches to give a teasing peak at his boxer's brim that lay below. He sported a relaxed football shirt, an improvement that didn't leave the harsh appearance of his usual muscle tees. Any other girl would of fainted with his determination to get into their pants, but personally, it freaked me out. I mean come on! What sane person would kidnap an unwilling stranger just to do Merlin knows what with? Can we say mentally unstable!

"Yes, now untie me, or face the consequences." I warned, sticking my chin up in the air. How dare he tie me up like a little ragdoll, like he could do what he pleased with me!

"May I point out, princess, the only thing you can do to me is jab me with your fists. Seeing that Bludgers seem to have no affect on me, answer some things for me, and I might let you go. Oh and why I'm at it, no one knows that you are here, so don't try to delay your answers." He said teasingly, like he was the most brilliant man as fear tiptoed up on me. I was on a bed, without a wand, completely defenseless…with Potter to top it off with. I was screwed in every possible way and form.

"Yes, people will know I'm missing, Breanna will…"

"Breanna, I can assure you is in Sirius's room having the time of her life." I ignored his reassured expression, even though his tone of voice was sending chills down my spine. I need a way out. The room we were in was way too haunting. The walls closed in leaving me straining to get out of the enclosure, like a captured wild tiger being sent tied down and struggling for freedom, to a foreign Zoo.

"Bryan will…" I panicked.

"Bryan is my brother, Reamus let it slip how you'll be gone all day, due to a sickness in your family. Of course the rest of the school will believe this as well."

"Reamus…" I said. Taking advantage of the name he had offered.

"Yes, my best friend." He said superciliously as I realized my mistake of my generosity. He seemed to feed on my discomfort.

"SNAPE!" I brilliantly came up with, remembering our Head Person's meeting scheduled for later that night. "He knows I would cancel my meetings professionally, not as brief as word of mouth." I proudly stated at the idea. Yep, he'd save me! I was home free from this torture chamber. Thank Merlin for meddling enemy connections!

"And he'll be taken care of." He slyly grinned as I could nearly see the pornographic images already running through his head. I swallowed down the rising chunks of morning's breakfast.

"I can see you have had years of experience with kidnapping helpless school girls." I grunted crossing my arms, squeezing any sense of comfort I could out of the situation, while blowing a strand of fiery red hair out of my bold green eyes. Look strong, Lily, be unbreakable. Hide that nervous twitching lip. Think of charms. Think of Hexs and Jinxs to torture Potter with.

"Actually, I would hate to disappoint you, but you seemingly are the first. I must say for myself, it has gone rather smoothly along, hasn't it?" he grinned condescendingly.

"You jackass." I retorted, imagining all the ways I could kill him. I let a wicked grin slip of the thought of pouring scalding fire pus over his body, then relieving him with some Mandrake music, or even better, Brittney Spears.

"Oh, resorted to name calling have we?" He replied haughtily.

"How can I not while talking to your sarcastic, arrogant, grotesque HIDE!" I hissed bitterly the first thing that came to mind, fuming with annoyance of the whole fucking week. The blissful thoughts of Potter screaming for mercy vanishing from mind. UHHHHH! He's so fucking annoying! Who gave birth to such a…. a….HITLER!

"You know," he arrogantly replied, "Don't insult me while sitting on a bed, it reminds me of Slytherin's women." He grinned, pleased with his self, as I nearly blew steam with my scarlet face. I huffed, displeased glaring at the cold wall, the sight of Potter seemingly too much of an asshole then he appeared before. How could anyone stand him! "Oh don't worry, rose, I find you much more attractive then the Slytherin Bitches." He said assuredly, as I could nearly slap him. But of course he was out of reach with my butt glued to the bed.

"You know, Potter," I said starring off into space, unable to look at his repulsive face any longer. "For your Bad Ass appeal, you certainly take it to heart." I said, commenting boredly, hiding my fuming anger. Did any one have a fire extinguisher? I certainly needed it at that moment, I was about to blow. (And not James you sickos:0)

"It's James, for the last time. And why else did you think they would call me Hot Bad Ass of the group? Is there suppose to be a hidden meaning I'm missing!" He asked, crossing his arms annoyed. Ha! Who was in control now! Take the bait you little bastard! "Actually, you never seemed the bad ass type to me." I said, faking a bored voice. I could see his eyebrows raise surprised, SCORE! AND THAT'S A TOUCHDOWN FOLKS!

"Really?" he twitched nervously.

"Yeah. You are so insecure, and detached from life its self, you are doomed a loser for the rest of your life." I said, looking him in the eye. Anger flashed across his face…opps.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LILY! I'M THE ONE IN CONTROL HERE! DON'T MESS WITH ME!" he roared, kicking the bed with anguish while pulling out his long wand. I shrunk back into the pillows, feeling fear take over my body. What did you do this time, Lily! He was so large and powerful… I was so weak and timid, fear pulled me into its tornado. I could feel my gasps for air, strangely loud and foreign. And the blackness evaded my thoughts, cursing and overwhelming. I struggled to get out but the fight worthless. I was asleep and defenseless within seconds.

Potter

"UHHHH! NOTHING GOES MY WAY ANYMORE DOES IT!" I shouted kicking a wall in fury. Lily she hit a nerve, she really did. I was a man, NOT insecure. I stood tall like my father was said to do, I didn't cower like a girl when things didn't go my way. Pacing hastily I turned the thoughts over in my mind as I breathed heavily. I was A MAN. Brave, strong, and determined… just like my father. I never cowered, never gave in, I was strong. And no future girl of mine would ever sit on filthy Slytherin's side… but so was Lily. So slippery no man had ever been able to pin her down… yet. I grinned. That was until I came along. I stopped suddenly.

"I'm acting like a child…" I realized suddenly as my face fell. No man would ever raise his voice to a lady. No man would of ever acted so violently, or be so quick to anger. I crumpled to the stone like an old coat; "No man would ever curse at a women."

"Good job, sonny. I was about to come out of my frame and personally beat you over the head!" A old raspy voice said logically. I jumped up, turning towards the voice pathetically. I found a small pheasant grandfather, with an old hoe shaking his head weakly before coughing up the dust that lay thickly all over his photo. "Always told my sons, curse in front of an lady, you'll be cursing your life of doom in the unholy below." He shook his head sitting down on a haystack. "Yep, By the way you can call me John. I was never one for formal wish wash."

I looked at him in disbelief. I never noticed the Farmer before, and I found it surprising, I always used the Mirror passageway to find peace on the shores of a deserted lake. "I'm James." I cautiously replied.

"Nice to met you James" He coughed, "Could you..." he hinted at the dust on his canvas.

"Oh yeah, sorry." I said, grabbing my wand to perform the simple cleaning spell.

"Ah…. Yes. Much better." He said breathing freely, "Now where were we? Oh yes… what are you going to do?" he asked as I gave him a blank stare.

I scratched my disheveled raven black hair blankly. "About what?"

I watched as he shook his head, "Aren't you the smart one, the empty pond between your ears." He sarcastically replied. Then rolling his eyes like it was obvious, "The Lady, lad! The Lady you terrified before turning your wand on her!" He said as I felt guilt rising, I didn't mean to scare Lily. Once said, it was obvious I did.

"What can I do?" I asked looking up to the painting for guidance.

"Are all wizards as dimwitted as you sonny? To grab a woman's affections you give it time and tender care to grow. You can't just press your self onto her. She needs room to grow, evidence that proves you worthy. Take my wife for example. She would only look at me after I planted and seeded the largest crop in town. She was a beauty, that one." He smiled sadly.

"What happened?"

"Not all characters start out as paint and canvas… dark lords can tare apart families with a snap of their fingers. It was a shame I thought it would never happen to me… I could have been ready for that cool spring night…" he trailed off with the saddest expression of grief I ever witnessed.

"I'm sorry…" the only thing I could say to a man's life of misery. I was a cold heartless jackass who was way too luckily to be moaning about my life as a rich, sought after, insecure and immature asshole.

"Yeah… well life doesn't always deal you the hand you want does it?" he coughed, this time to hold back a waterfall. "So what are you going to do to make up your mistakes to the little misses?" he asked, at first I didn't understand. I never thought of Lily before as little. Glancing over at the bed I saw how true it was. Physically she was small, thin and wispy, but in every other way she was Merlin.

"Can't I apologize?" I asked searching my mind for the thing I never did before.

"That's a start. But for what? Your actions or words? For bringing her here today against her will, and forcing her to listen to your harsh words? What boy?" He asked as I realized my mistake.

"I do everything wrong don't I?" I stated more then asked turning to Lily, the goddess that graced the sultry red bed.

"Seeing things a little clearer now, aren't you?" he asked with a small grin.

"Yeah, I think I am."

Authors note:

Surprising, eh? And kind of long too! Hurray! She can be taught. I'm tired and going to bed now, this cold I've got is driving me insane and wearing me out!

It's kinda of amazing though, is James not a complete ass? Looks likes he's starting to show some remorse… but will it last? hmmmmm…

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Anyways I'm blabbing was to much with no clear thought or logic. Thus is so when I'm sick. Just be glad I wrote this before and only edited it today. Could you imagine how messed up I could make this scene? Okay more then it was already… anyways, I'm going to stop typing now…

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