Sorry about the delay in writing, guys! To tell the truth, I just wasn't up to writing that much. But I'm back, and here comes the next chapter!

(James' point of view)

I woke up early the next morning to go visit my buds. On the way out, I stepped in Lily's room. She was fast asleep and looked an angel with her flowing sheer nightgown wrapped around her. I pulled the blanket over her and brushed her hair off her face, kissing her gently on the forehead. She stirred and opened an eye.

"James?" she whispered.

"Shh... go back to sleep. I'll meet you at breakfast."

"Hmm... no, don't go. Stay here."

So I, despite all previous plans, sat down next to her (not reluctantly, I might add). She took my hand and laced her fingers with mine. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She patted the bed next to her, so I laid down there. She rested her head on my chest.

"I could get used to this as a wake-up ritual," she smiled.

"Talk about it," I replied. "I must be the luckiest guy in the world."

"And I'm the luckiest girl, too," she agreed.

"Oh, but you see, I'm luckier," I said.

"Why?"

"Because at the moment, I have a clear view down your nightgown," I smirked.

"Why, you-" she started, covering her chest with her hand.

I threw my head back and laughed. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"You wouldn't," Lily said darkly. "Prat."

"I would think that if you liked me so much that you'd perhaps let me- "

"What- give it all to you?" Lily's tone suddenly turned cold. "What do you take me for- a porn star? And you- you must be some kind of a player. Or is it "ride me and hide me" or "hump me and dump me"? Do you just go through every single girl in the school? What am I, James? Number 352? 'Please take your number and wait to in line, Lily. You're about to be served.' Is that it?"

"No- not at all. Of course not. No. Never. I- you- I mean- no-" I stuttered. "You know I was just kidding," I finally stammered.

"That's what they all say." Lily shook her head and got off the bed. "I thought you were different from all of them. Apparently not. Thanks for nothing." She stormed out.

"What? Lily- come back!" I desperately cried. What the hell had just happened? It was all too fast.

"You know, you're right. It's my room. I shouldn't be leaving. You leave," she insisted.

"I can't believe this," I whispered, walking slowly to the door reluctantly.

"And I can't believe you!" she shouted, slamming the door in my face.

I slid down the door and fell into a crying heap on the floor. I should've tried harder. Where did I go wrong? Now Lily was gone and it was all my fault.

(Lily's point of view)

I slid down the door and fell into a crying heap on the floor. I couldn't carry out this plan if it involved hurting James like that. But I had to. I kept seeing that stunned look on his face, like I'd slapped him or something. Oh God, I prayed. Please help me.

At breakfast I sat alone, but where I could see James. I picked up the Daily Prophet to distract me. Bold headlines read "Family of six living in London found murdered." I read on.

This is said to be the work of the rising dark wizard, Lord
Voldemort, as he likes to call himself. He leaves his symbol,
the Dark Mark (see diagram below) wherever he has killed. He is
the most notorious serial killer in seven years, having murdered
fourteen people so far. If you have any information on Lord
Voldemort, please contact...

It went on to list a Ministry of Magic address.

I couldn't believe this guy's nerve! To do a thing like that! To kill innocent people! Must be a real asshole.

(James' POV)

Somehow, in my depressed state, I dragged myself to breakfast, sitting between Sirius and Lupin.

"Here you go, Prongs, good eggs today!" Sirius dished eggs onto my plated.

I shoved them away and sank my head onto the table.

"No to the eggs, then." Sirius shrugged. He added them to his plate. Only when he was done eating his and mine did he ask, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, you just noticed?" I snapped back.

"Now, now, James, no need to bite his head off," said Lupin. "At least he did notice."

"Where's Lily?" asked Sirius.

"Ha ha," I said dully.

"Oh, let me guess. She broke up with you to be with me?" asked Sirius sweetly.

"Oh shove it, Padfoot. Can't you see the poor guy's depressed?"

Sirius made an angry cat noise. "I know two pissed-off people today."

"Well, I've got a reason," said Remus. "It's that time of month again."

"Oh, thatime," nodded Sirius. "I getcha. Are the cramps as bad as they say?"

Even I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. Sirius, Sirius.

"Well now that we've got you cheered up could you tell us why you're so down?" asked Sirius.

"Lily," I answered quietly. "She's gone."

"Awww... do you wanna hug?" asked Sirius.

"Shut the hell up, Sirius," said Remus. "It's obvious; our Jamesie is in love."

"Am not," I answered.

"Are too," said Remus.

"Am not," I insisted.

"Are too!" they both shouted.

"B6! BINGO!!!!" screamed Sirius!!

Remus and I rolled our eyes.

"I bet she loves you back," said Sirius. "She's just putting up an act."

"Do you really think so?" I asked excitedly.

"Oooh! Tricked you!" laughed Sirius. "Ha! I got you! You do love her!"

"Well yeah, I guess," I said resignedly. "She's so... Well it's not like any word can describe her..." I sighed.

"Yup," said Sirius, looking into my eyes. "He's a goner."

"We should've seen this coming." Remus shook his head.

"My baby Jamesie is in love!" Sirius wiped away a fake tear.

"All grown up!" joined in Remus.

"What should I do?" I cried desperately. "She thinks I was trying to make her sleep with me!"

"You weren't, were you?" asked Remus.

"No!" I denied indignantly. It was true, I wasn't trying to. Though maybe I wouldn't mind it...

"Well, eventually you have to tell her how you feel and she'll come back begging for you," said Sirius. "Trust me."

"Sirius is right," agreed Remus.

"That's not a sentence you usually hear," I muttered.

"If you were happier I would've hit you for that, but I'll spare you," decided Sirius.

"I can't tell her I love her," I said. "I'm positive she doesn't feel the same."

"You'll never know if you don't ask," said Remus sagely.

"I just can't, you guys. I mean, if she did love me, she never would have done all of this in the first place."

"Good point," said Sirius.

"No, I could've sworn she loved you," persisted Remus. "I mean, maybe she is putting up an act."

"And a damn good one," I sighed.

"But why?" wondered Sirius.

"That's what we're trying to figure out, genius," I said.

"Well, I think we should play along," decided Remus. "Pretend like you've gotten over her."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Yup. We start right now," said Sirius.

"So! Guys, have you seen the Daily Prophet?" asked Remus.

"Nope," said Sirius and I.

Remus read this article about some nutjob called Voldemort who kills for fun. Really, if he's that bored he should join some clubs or something. Complete lunatic.

That's all for now, folks!! More in a couple days. Please review, and also, if you have any friends interested in Harry Potter or any friends on , could you please spread word about my story? I don't think I'll continue if I don't see that enough people are interested. Thanks!