At first she wouldn't believe it

She was so convinced he loved her

But he did, he truly did

And now she must accept the fact that he's using her

Accept the lie that he's never loved her

And have her heart broken by a Dark Lord

That night, after dinner, Lily apparated in Tom's room while he was sitting at his desk attempting to get his homework done. He looked up at her in surprise.

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

"Why, isn't it obvious? I've come to speak to you, Tom."

"But I have an exam tomorrow and I don't have time to-"

"This is important, Tom. Very important."

Tom noticed the grave look in Lily's eyes, and pulled up a chair for her to sit on. She sat down slowly and gave Tom a solemn look.

"Uh, is everything alright?" he asked, very confused about why she was giving him this look.

"James spoke to me this afternoon-"

"What? I shall teach that awful boy a lesson!"

"No, Tom, it isn't what you think. I thought about what he said and I'm confused now."

"Well, what did he say?" Tom asked with much concern.

"Tom, you must answer this first."

"Sure, anything."

"What do you think of my powers?"

"Excuse me?" He wanted to make sure he heard her correctly.

"What do you think of my magical powers?"

"I think," he said, giving thought to his words, "you've got extraordinary powers and that you will do great things in the future."

Lily closed her eyes in pain. His words hit her like a large stone, like a burn. That was the last answer she was hoping to get from him. She feared that what James told her earlier that day might be true. She opened her eyes.

"How extraordinary do you think my powers are?"

"The best of Gryffindor perhaps. I mean, there are some things you can do that I can't even do."

His words hit her even more, a larger stone and a harsher burn.

"James overheard you speak to Malfoy today, something about using me," Lily said.

Tom's eyes grew wide in shock and in terror. His plan was now ruined, and so was his love life. It was all over for him.

"Can you be more specific?" he asked, trying to contain his fear and his anger, attempting to ask in a calm sort of manner.

"James said you wanted to use my powers and that you think they were great and extraordinary. Apparently, you really do think that." Lily got up. "I loved you, Tom. In fact, I still do. I just can't help it."

Tom stood up in rage. "What James said was wrong! How dare you believe him?!"

"I asked you just now what you thought of my powers. They matched the exact answers that James gave me!"

"It's a complete coincidence!"

"Is that so?"

"Please Lily, you know I love you."

"Actually, I'm not so certain anymore."

"I do! I really really do!" he yelled and pleaded at the same time.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He was determined to show this woman how much he loved her, even if it meant destroying his plans of using her. He was so desperate to keep her. Only then did he realize he truly loved her. But it was too late.

"How do I know whether to trust you or not, Tom?" she asked him.

Her green eyes didn't seem so green anymore. They no longer looked wild nor exotic. They looked more like the colour of dying grass, dying plants. They just seemed so hollow at the moment.

What would it take to convince her he actually did love her? He took a step forward, gently grabbed her face, and planted a nice long kiss. But something was missing. It was definitely not Tom, he was putting all his emotions and feelings into the kiss. It was Lily. She didn't even kiss back. She still had that plain, somewhat dazed look on her face.

"What about now, Lily?"

"A kiss does not have to mean anything, Tom. You've kissed me so many times before, and you never meant it. What difference does it make now?"

At that moment, Tom's heart seemed to shatter. Her words had split him open. Her words had stabbed him in the heart.

"There is no difference," he said slowly, "because I've always loved you, Lily. You were the one who knew it before I did, remember?"

"I guess I was mistaken. I was just living the dreams of a silly little girl."

If Lily left him forever, it would be over for his plans, over for his relationship with her. He never learned to lose so many things at once. He badly wanted to grab her and never let her go, to hold her in his arms and to make sure she wouldn't pull away.

"I love you, Lily Evans, I love you," he said.

"Don't lie to me, Tom. Just don't."

"I'm not. I'm telling the truth."

"Give me one reason to believe you."

Tom stood there silently for a moment, unable to give her an answer. He froze, wincing at the thought of her stepping out of his room door, stepping out forever, never turning back. He badly wanted to cry except his tears weren't able to come out. He looked down in sorrow.

Lily, who had been watching him desperately trying to think up an answer for her, was unsure of everything at the moment. If he didn't love her, then why did he seem so sad about her leaving him? But if he did love her, then why did he plan to use her? Or did James lie about Tom's plans?

"You know," Lily began, "when James mentioned your plans of using me, I didn't even think twice. I immediately thought he was either lying or mistaken. I was so sure of it. But now, I'm not so sure anymore. I thought about it. Why would James lie to me? He wouldn't, I know he wouldn't. And it all makes sense now. You said our love was complicated because you weren't sure whether you should love me or use me. I guess you've decided to use me."

Tom placed his hands on her shoulders and looked straight in her eyes.

"You're right." He nodded. "I WAS thinking of using you but that was the past. You taught me to love, and you've taught it well. I'm a changed man, Lily, I really am. I really do love you. I no longer want to use you or your powers, Lily. I've realized that using you for my own self is nowhere as great or as important as loving you."

Lily wasn't sure if she could believe him. His words sounded true, he looked quite honest at the moment.

"Please," he begged. "Give me another chance."

His green grey eyes seemed more grey than anything else at the very moment, a very sad melancholy kind of grey, a grey that seemed to stretch forever, a grey that seemed to beg for mercy, to plead for help. She just couldn't bear his eyes.

"So? What do you say?" he asked, desperately hoping she would give him a positive answer.

Author's Note: I hope you're still liking this and that I'm not disappointing you. The upcoming facts are really not going to be accurate, and you'd probably end up going, "What? That doesn't make sense!" Well, then I must apologize for that. And yes, I hope you're anticipating for the rest to come!

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