I'm back from vacay! Yay! Sorry for making you all wait so long...but no worries! Chapter seven is here. Woo! Oh, and just incase anyone is wondering, the QuickEdit thing is a bit weird. Sometimes I can get the names centered, and others times I have to put the names the the left or else the whole story will be centered. This time it decided to play nice :) Anyways, enough babbling. Onto the chapter!

Lily

I woke up the next morning, or should I say afternoon (around noon actually), with no memory of what happened last night. Then suddenly, as if a dam had just broke and water blasted through, I remembered. A groan escaped my lips as my eyes traveled to the corner, where a big black plastic bag sat. Damn that color. Damn that night. Damn it all.

But, no worries.

Soon it will all be okay.

Soon, I will tell James everything. That I'm sorry, that I realized after seven years I'm madly in love, that I would love love love to go to the ball with him. The tricky part is the telling him bit. I know I can do it, I've been up all night and early morning practicing what to say. But it's a lot easier to say stuff into the empty darkness then to the actual person. What if I mess up? What if I run? What if I say another color? What if I don't say anything at all?

I groaned again.

Why am I this...weird!

I walked over to my wardrobe and dressed myself (no, not in anything yellow). I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my hair, thinking of what to do. How can I tell him? Should I have him sit on me so I can't go anywhere? But even so, how can I be sure I'll talk? I don't want to screw this up. I can't screw this up!

My eyes traveled around the dorm in hopes of finding something, anything, to help me. Cindy's unmade bed, a shoe, my desk and some parchment...

Ding ding ding!

Parchment! I'll write him a note!

I almost shrieked with joy. Of course! Why hadn't I thought about this before? A note would be perfect! I can't stutter, run, not speak, or blab out random things! I can write whatever I want, exacltly how I want it. Fool proof. Perfect.

I hurriedly plopped myself down at the desk, grabbed a quill and ink, and began to plot out what I should write. After about an hour I had it just how I wanted it, covering everything I would say if I had the gift of understandable speech. Grinning I slipped it in an envelope and sealed it with a charm so only James could open it. Could you imagine what would happen if someone like Sirius got their hands on it? Just the thought gives me shivers.

Now, what to do with it?

I stood up and made my way down to the common room. Everyone was probably at lunch now, so the boys dorm would be safe. I didn't want to give James the note in person because he's almost always surrounded by a group of people, and the embarrasment would probably kill me. So, I decided to put it in his dorm. Thank Merlin the founders didn't put the same spell on the boys stairs as they did the girls. I walked up to the seventh year dorm and slowly opened the door. The coast was clear. I tiptoed in and made my way over to James's bed. Even though I had never been in there before, it wasn't hard to tell whose bed was whose. James's had Quidditch posters all over his wall, Sirius had a Witch of the Week calendar on his, Remus had a Anais Nin book on his bedstand, and Peter had Bertie Bott's boxes littering his duvet. Smiling slightly at the decor I placed the envelope containing my confessions neatly on James's duvet. I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe and I was sweating something dreadful, but I did it. And before I thought otherwise, or I got caught, I high tailed it out of there and into the safety of the common room.

I checked my watch as I walked down the steps. Almost two! My stomach begged for feeding so I exited the portrait and walked the corridors leading to the Great Hall. I couldn't help but smile. What could go wrong? James would soon know my true feelings, and if all went right would ask me to the ball again. I'd say yes, and que the happily ever after.

How awfully wrong I was.

On my way to the Great Hall I passed a group of sixth year girls, babbling and gossiping like most of the female race in the school. I applauded myself that I passed that stage in third year.

"She's so lucky!"

"I'd give anything to be her!"

"I know! Girlfriend of James Potter!"

"Just thinking about it gives me the chills!"

The girls rounded the corner and I stopped dead in my tracks. Did they say James Potter? And girlfriend? In the same sentance? I quickened my pace to the Great Hall.

No...

It couldn't be...

I entered the hall and looked frantically around. It was a sea of black, making it hard to pin point one person. Or two. But there he was. At the Gryffindor Table. Arm around the waist of a tall, blonde girl.

I literally felt my heart break.

No...this couldn't be happening...not after I...no...

But it was. I saw it with my own two eyes. James. With another girl. Not me. Another girl. Suddenly James turned, as if he sensed my presence. We made eye contact. I felt as if I would die. I turn on my heel and ran, something I've been getting pretty good at.

I ran all the way to the common room. One thought crossed my mind. The letter. I had to get the letter. I was just about to make my way up the stairs when something stopped me. Sirius and Remus were already walking up the stairs, up to their dorm.

Shit.

No! This can't be happening! I let out a tiny scream and fell to my knees. Remus must've heard me because he turned and stared at me oddly.

"Lily?" he called out, concerned.

I looked up, not realizing that he saw me. Merde! Gathering my strength I pulled my self up and ran across the common room the the girls dorm, not stopping till I reached the comfort of my own bed.

Once there, I let it out. Again. I cried and cried until my eyes were out of tears and I couldn't sob anymore. Why? That was all I could manage. Why? Why, when I finally realize how to make things right, it all goes terribly wrong? Terribly, terribly wrong...

Everything that could go wrong, did.

It just plain sucked. No, it beyond sucked. There wasn't even a word to describe it.

James had a girlfriend. A beautiful, more than anything I could be girlfriend.

I waited too long.

I blew it.

James isn't mine anymore.

I choked on the words.

There was something wrong with that sentance.

James wasn't mine to begin with.

And just when I thought my eyes were out of tears, I began to cry again.