Hello hello. Here is the fourth chapter. Another one's on the way but you'll have to wait a bit. I've been inspired lately and I'm too sure why. But who cares right? It's getting written!

Just so you know, I have a tendency to no write things in chronological order. So I usually will go back in memories or diary entries or whatever in later chapters. So if you don't fully understand or want to know more about something i will probably elaborate later on. If i don't tell me and ill make sure too. Enjoy and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep reviewing. I live off you guys.

Kates Master: Well you are just such a lovely reviewer so i had to give you something. And what better than a chapter? I don't really know what you mean about James... I sort of thought that the second chapter gave his side. But if it's still not clear thats okay i can try to redo it so that it will be better.

LaughingManiac: I'm really glad you like it. True Lily's friends are gorgeous but they weren't always( i'll go on about that later). But they're not betraying her. They're all havevery strong personalities and are very different. Lily was angry, but she doesn't hate them for it. Not at all. I don't know if I'm explaining it well but here it is, Lily doesn't like what they're doing, but she understands and gives them the freedom to do it. Just because they do something or befriend someone doesn't mean she has too. Hope that sort of explains a bit.

Lily Evans drew a deep breath, placed a hand on her hip and took a step forward. But a second later she shrank back against the stone wall of the Hogwarts corridor. She nervously bit her bottom lip and tugged on her long ponytail. Frustrated she slapped the wall.

"Lily darling whatever is the matter?"

She whirled around and glared dangerously at the form in front of her.

"Potter."

She said acidly. Accustomed to this type of reaction he bowed dramatically and gave her a cheeky smile.

"At your service. Now what seems to be the problem pet? I know a damsel in distress when I see one."

She immediately blushed but proudly denied it, narrowing her green eyes as much as she could and muttering angrily.

"I am NOT in distress. I have the situation completely under control. And don't call me pet."

He grinned and raised a dark eyebrow.

"What situation?"

Gleefully watching her widening eyes, he stroked an imaginary beard. She unwaveringly kept her eyes staring straight into his own, determined not to give him any hint to what her "situation" was.

But not one to let and opportunity pass up, he was not making it easy for her; he kept slowly and painstakingly obviously dragging his brown eyes down to her lips, before licking his own.

Disgusted at his antics she growled and stepped forward, bringing a small hand across his cheek. It made a satisfying smack! and she smiled smugly. But only to her further aggravation, so did he.

"Oh dearie me. What was that for my sweet? I have done absolutely nothingto deserve this harsh punishment! But I must say, your soft skin does feel lovely against my cheek…"

He trailed off, his lips curling into his infuriating smile and his fingers affectionately rubbing his cheek where she had hit him. She frowned angrily and clenched her hands into fists, controlling her anger, but only just.

"James Potter! You know exactly what you did," Stumbling over her words in rage, she cursed her traitorous cheeks, which had inflamed to a bright red, "Looking at me like that! It was…was… just wrong!"

"Oh Lily pet, I apologize! I had no idea that looking was an offence. But since it angers you so I will spread the word and I will personally make sure that no one looks at you ever again. But I must say, that charming Dylan of yours may not be to pleased about it."

He spoke the last phrase with a tad less enjoyment than the rest, and his voice took on a harsher tone. But Lily didn't hear that. At the word Dylan her face changed to one of worry and her eyes wavered off her enemy's face and over to the hallway around the corner from them. James caught this and grinned.

Watching her from the corner of his eye her peered around the corner. Her behaviour was somewhat odd, you'd think she would be used to him teasing her about that idiot Hufflepuff boyfriend she had. But as her pretty finger nervously twisted themselves around her hair and she furiously bit her lips, he wondered; this was strange, even from the unpredictable red head.

Around the corner there were a group of students standing in a straggled circle, talking and laughing loudly. He noted from the colour of their robes that the majority of them were Hufflepuffs. Things starting to connect in his brain, he drummed his fingers on his leg, as he always did when he was thinking.

And by pushing his glasses further onto his nose he saw something that made him want to giggle with joy but also run over and rip the jerk's head off. Dylan.

He slid back around the corner, deciding wisely to play on the first emotion. Grinning wildly, he rearranged his features to one of exaggerated sympathy and, just to get a rise out of her, assumed the voice of their Professor Minerva McGonagall.

"Boyfriend troubles my dear? I completely understand. Their was this one time that I -- "

He was interrupted by Lily drawing herself up and yelling at him at the top of her lungs.

"I FOR ONE AM NOT HAVING BOYFRIEND TROUBLES! AND EVEN IF I WAS IT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN! SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST BUGGER OFF YOU GREAT PRAT!"

With a swish of her long hair, she rounded the corner, leaving him stunned. He stood there for several moments, his eyes wide. Finally he ran a hand through his hair, smiled and muttered to himself,

"Good work old boy, I think she's really starting to warm up to you."

He turned to leave, but his mischievous mind got the best of him, and hearing her sweet sing-song voice faintly, he peeked around the corner. There was no way he was missing this.

"Dylan, Dylan come here. I need to talk to you"

She tugged gently on her boyfriend's robe sleeve, and tried to pull him away from his Quidditch friends. But he didn't even turn, simply putting a large arm around her waist, and unceremoniously yanking her to his side.

She flushed and protested, trying to push away from him. But he ignored her, continuing to laugh with his friends as held her fast. Embarrassed at his disrespect towards her, she continued to struggle avoiding the looks she got from his moron friends.

"Dylan, Dylan let me go, I need to talk to you! Dylan listen to me! Dylan! DYLAN!"

She pushed hard on his chest with both her hands and managed to escape his grip. He couldn't fail to notice, or feel, this and so he rolled his eyes to the other guys in the group before turning to his girlfriend.

"Yeah Lily I'm here. What do you want?"

He stood with his arms crossed, leaning on one foot, and stared at her blankly, obviously not wanting to be talking to her.

She gaped at him. How could he be so rude? She was his girlfriend for god's sake! Was it so much to ask just to talk to him?

"Well, I need to talk to you about something."

She nervously rocked on her heels and peered around him at the group of people. Deciding they were much too close, she grabbed his hand and pulled him further away.

Seeming comprehension dawned on his broad face and he leaned in, catching her lips with his and grabbing her in a spine-crushing embrace.

She squirmed in his arms, and pulled quickly out of the kiss. Disappointed, he tried again, but she ducked out of reach and crawled out from his arms. Now confused her stared at her.

"What is it? C'mon Lily. Why won't you kiss me? That's why you brought me over here."

Exasperated and getting angry she adjusted her shirt and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.

"NO Dylan. That is not why I brought you here. I told you that I wanted to talk to you. Talk is not code for make out. Now if you would just listen to me maybe we could get somewhere!"

"Alright, alright I'm listening. What do you want to say?"

But now that her anger and adrenaline had died down, her uncertainty came back. She looked up into his eyes, and looked him over. Maybe she was making a mistake; maybe she didn't want to do this.

"Lily whatever it is can you hurry up? If we're not going to make out then I want to get back to my friends."

He rubbed his nose and yawned, looking back towards his friends yearningly. She stared at him, her mouth wide. Dangerously narrowing her eyes, she struggled to keep her voice even.

"So since I won't snog you, you don't want to spend time with me?"

Looking down at her stupidly, he shrugged. That was the last straw. She definitely wanted to do this.

"Well Dylan, I've been really thinking about…you know… us. And well I just found that maybe I don't feel quite what I used to. So I think that maybe if you do too…which of course you don't…but well I think we should maybe try other things… you know?"

She looked at him, her hands on her hips, breathing quicker than usual. Proud of herself for finally getting around to doing it but slightly embarrassed at her sad attempt at being cool and collected, she awaited his response. But he didn't answer back exactly as she would have liked.

"Oh. I get it. It's some girl thing isn't it? I know that I didn't do anything. Oh I know! Do you have your…period?"

He leaned in towards her and bent his head low, whispering the last word as if it was some kind of terrible disease. And her frightful temper getting the best of her, she exploded.

"NO! YOU INSESITIVE JERK! IT'S NOT ME IT'S YOU! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAY, ALL YOU DO IS STARE AT ME AND PUT YOUR TONGUE IN MY MOUTH! YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND ANYTHING I TELL YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE I DATED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"I THOUGHT YOUR OBSESIVE QUIDDICH COMPULSION DISSODER WAS CUTE AT FIRST! CUTE! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BIG BLONDE MUSCLE THAT HAS NO BRAIN FUNCTIONS EXCEPT TO RIDE A BROOMSTICK!"

"GIRLS ARE NOT JUST TOYS TO BE USED WHEN YOU LIKE AND THEN THROWN OUT THE WINDOW YOU GREAT BLODDY MORON!"

Breathing heavily she looked at him. He simply stared dumbly back at her. She gaped at him, completely furious. There was no way in hell that he couldn't have understood her. But just for good measure she screamed one last sentence at him,

"You IDIOT! I am breaking up with you!"

As she stalked off, she heard him say one last thing.

"Oh."

She turned the corner and she ran straight into another male figure. James, again. Flushed and unsettled she simply looked at him. His eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face, he clawed the air and meowed loudly.

"That cat has claws!"

Surprising him, she grinned back, running her tongue over her white teeth.

"And teeth."

Leaving him stunned and smiling giddily she marched on, leaving a buzz in the air behind her.