A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's writers block mixed with Christmas mixed with the-fact-that-my-computer-power-cords-aren't-working-so-I-have-to-try-to-persuade-my-Dad-to-let-me-work-on-his-laptop. OK, I know you don't care! On with the story!

Disclaimer: If you think that J.K.Rowling would seriously write a crappy fanfic like this one, I suggest you see a doctor about that mental problem you've got yourself very, VERY soon.

"Soo… Remus. Have you finished that essay on The Draught of The Living Death for Slughorn?" asked Lily. Remus, who was looking pale and extremely ill, did not respond.

It was dinner on Saturday the 28th of December. Lily had been cooly ignoring James (and Sirius) all day. James smiled sheepishly at her across the table. She took no notice.

"Remus!" Lily half yelled, pounding her fist on the table. Remus moved his gaze from the cloudy ceiling to her and blinked.

"What?"

"I said, have you finished that essay for Slughorn? Look, are you alright? You don't seem yourself."

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine… just fine." Said Remus absent-mindedly. Peter glanced nervously at him across the table, and Sirius mouthed something. Remus nodded at Sirius and said "I'd better go." with a jerk of his head towards the ceiling.

"Sure. We'll see you later." Said James with a grin. Lily felt extremely confused. Why was Remus leaving so early? And why weren't the other three going with him?

"Where-?" she began to ask, forgetting momentarily that she was not speaking to James or Sirius.

James grinned again. "Yes?"

"Shove off." She glared. James looked truly ashamed as he looked down at his plate. Lily bit her lip. No matter what she had told herself otherwise, she really did wish James had been sincere.

What would she be doing right now if James hadn't cancelled? What would James have planned in Hogsmeade? Where would she and James be, if-

I must be going completely mental! I'm obsessed with him, and hate him at the same time! Why do I still like him if I know he regarded me as a joke? WHY is everything so confusing?

"We'd best be off, too." Said Sirius to James and Peter.

"Sure." Sighed James sadly.

"Later, Lily." Said Peter.

"Huh? Oh… bye." Now Lily had nothing to do but finish off her chicken casserole in silence. She then left and walked to Gryffindor Tower.

"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.

"Jelly Legs. No wait, they changed it. Plenus Lunar."

The Fat Lady swung forward and Lily entered the common room to find it completely empty. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were obviously already up in the dormitory.

She walked across the common room and took a deep breath. OK, Lily. Calm down. She told herself. You're not stealing a broomstick. You're not robbing Gringotts. You're not even painting a fish and chip shop orange! You' re just walking up there and slapping James… that's pretty much it! So pull yourself together and Go. Up. There.

Slowly she climbed the stairs and peered through the door into the seventh year dormitory. There was no one in there.

"Where are they?" she wondered aloud.

Had she made a terrible mistake? Was James really busy? Had something really happened to make it impossible for him to come on their date anymore? As she was pondering this, she heard a familiar voice mutter;

"Lily?" Lily whipped around, but there was still, apparently, no one there.

"Shut up!" a different voice shushed.

"Who's there?" murmured Lily. There was no answer. A head girl should do her job. Her conscience told her. You should find out who it is and why they're invisible.

She began to feel around blindly for someone she couldn't see, when suddenly her foot found something firm. There was a gasp of pain… and an "Ow!" but this time it wasn't just a familiar voice. She had heard that gasp many a time in Defence Against the Dark Arts. This time she knew who the voice belonged to – Peter. And where there was Peter, there was;

"JAMES!" Lily yelled. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, AND I JUST KNOW YOU'RE UP TO NO GOOD! SHOW YOURSELF!" The only response Lily received was a faint sound of feet shuffling towards the staircase.

Lily swore under her breath and began to run down the stairs. She got to the bottom just in time to see the Fat Lady's painting over the portrait hole close.

With a scream of rage, she shoved the doorway open ("How rude!" said the Fat Lady). Panting and staring around madly, she realised the situation she was in. There was no way of knowing where James and the others had gone.

She had two options. On the one hand, she could either give up and go back, or on the other, she could go after them and get her revenge on him.

All the anger and sadness inside her told her to take the second option, so, without having any idea where she was going, she ran down the marble staircase…

A/N: soooooo short! I'm making a promise that Chapter 9 will be at least 1500 words, on my honour, or may I be chopped up and made into soup. (Oh, BTW, sorry about the orange fish and chip shop thing – personal joke.)