A.N:Ok, I've reposted this chapter as I don't think it showed up last time I tried...

Exams are over! Which means that I'll have slightly more time to update, and work on my Christmas story.

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On with the story!

I've had such an awful day… It's been two days since I went to the Potter's villa, and things have gone downhill dramatically.

Today went like this:

My parents had gone into the town with James'- mental note, call him Potter, not James- parents, which left me alone with my awful sister and her boyfriend. Not my idea of a good day.

I was planning to find Ja- Potter and Sirius, but upon asking Mrs. Potter where they were, she informed me that they had woken up early that morning- should have noted that as suspicious…those two are not morning people- and had gone down to the beach to meet with a couple of their "friends."

Those two wonderful boys- sarcasm on the wonderful- had just signed my own death warrant for the whole day…

Naturally, I wanted to spend as much time away from Petunia as possible, so I took refuge in the lounge area of our apartment…bad idea.

I had been sitting down, out of the heat of the sun, for a good hour, re-reading one of my favourite books of all time, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S Lewis, when a shadow fell across the pages.

A curious looking Petunia shaped shadow.

I groaned, my eyes still focused on my book, "What Petty?" I asked, using the once affectionate nickname for my older sister. The said sister smirked at me- Petunia never smiles, not at me, it's either a sneer, or a smirk- and said in her screechy voice, "Not with your boyfriend then, are we, freak?"

Then I looked up, "Boyfriend?" I repeated, "Sorry Petty dear, but I don't have one."

"What about that messy-haired, four-eyed freak that you're hanging around with so much?" It was then I caught a glimmer of something in her eyes, like she knew something I didn't, and it made me feel very uneasy.

"He's not my boyfriend," I answered, "He's just a friend." Strange that, at the end of last year I would've called him my arch-enemy, and there I was on holiday, discussing with my sister the fact that Ja- Potter was not my boyfriend.

"Oh, alright then," She sneered at me- see, told you, smirk or sneer- "So it wouldn't matter if I told you that when Vernon and I went walking along the beach I saw him and his dim-witted friend with a couple of girls."

My heart rate went up slightly, and my stomach did a small flip, "What?" I asked her. But- thank Merlin- Petunia decided that she'd graced me with her presence long enough, and just gave me a look that meant: you-know-what-I-mean, and walked off.

Of course, I wasn't about to believe a word of what my sister had to say unless I saw it myself, so I put down my book and went out into the sunlight. My sister had seated herself outside, and was currently sunbathing- or going a nice reddish colour minute by minute- with her lump of a boyfriend by her side, looking the spitting image of a beached whale.

She glanced over at me from over her oversized sunglasses and raised her eyebrows, to which I just glared in reply and carried on with my walking.

The beach was literally right in front of our apartment, but there were different bays all along to coast, so finding the boys was going to prove more difficult than it sounded.

After about 10 minutes of walking, I thought I heard a very Sirius-like laugh coming from a couple of sun-beds nearby- his laugh sounds like a bark, probably because he spends so much time in his dog form- and turned around.

Looking back, I think it would have been better if I hadn't.

Sitting with Potter and Sirius were two young- about our age- tanned, blonde headed girls. Most probably Muggles on holiday. One of them was talking to Sirius- or rather Sirius was talking. The girl was just listening to every word he said with a look of admiration on her face- and the other was snuggled up next to Potter, looking exceedingly pleased with herself.

I stood in a state of mild shock. My sister had actually been right!

But as I stood there, watching to blondes laughing with the two Marauders, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Seeing that girl with Potter bought out a feeling I could only describe as…jealousy.

Potter was gazing at the girl next to him with absolute adoration…a look I thought he only had for me. I turned away from them and made my way back to the apartment, trying my hardest not to cry.

Potter came round for me later; I was in my room trying to forget seeing him with that girl. He bounded into the apartment, knocking lightly on the door, which was half-open, "Heya Lily!" He called brightly, smiling. His smile dropped when he saw the glare I sent in his direction, "What's wrong?" He asked, a small frown beginning to appear on his face.

My features softened when I heard the concern in his voice, the same concern I had heard two daysbefore, when I sent my letter to Alice. But the memory of him with that girl sprang into my mind, and my face turned stony, "Nothing to do with you Potter," I said, as venomously as I could manage seeing as I was going to burst into tears at any moment.

He looked genuinely shocked at my behaviour, but sat down next to me on the bed anyway, putting his hands on my shoulders, "Lily," he said firmly, "Tell me."

I pushed him away, hard. The jealousy was swelling inside of me, and I couldn't stand him being so near to me, touching me, after he had been with that other girl.

"No, I won't tell you Potter," I answered, not meeting his eyes, "Now go away, I don't remember inviting you in here."

I think then he took the hint; he moved off the bed abruptly and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind him.

That happened over three hours ago now, and neither Sirius, or Potter have come back to the apartment. I feel guilty for what I did, definitely. He didn't know that I knew about that other girl. But just seeing her with him really made me angry.

…I really need Alice's reply, soon.

The things I've found out today are:

Petunia only talks to me if she says something she knows will upset me- not that I didn't know that already.

Pretending to hate someone when you don't really hate them is the hardest thing in the world.

I have a little green monster…over Potter.

Birthday count: Have lost track of the hours, 4 days.

A.N: If this chapter doesn't make any sense whatsoever I apologise…I wrote this at 2 in the morning. I'd say around 2 more chapters to go on this one, and I've got a Christmas story planned…until then…R+R!