A/N: Here is chapter eight of Blood, I'm back at home permanently so loads of time to write and post. So expect more updates. Also, I mention when I update in my livejournal, so if you want a heads up that's the place, my username is Moonygirl.

And when your whole damn world is crashing down

I'm gonna be your lover

Gonna be your friend I wanna be there till the end

-I wanna be there by Blessed Union of Souls-

"I can do this." Said a female voice, trying to be calm.

A pause.

"No I can't" cried the same female voice.

Lily Evans hated doing things she didn't want to do. Which was why she hated black mail. It made you do something you didn't want to, in exchange of a deep dark secret. It was so slytherin.

However, the girls in her dormitory had found out she been talking to Malfoy and one thing lead to another and now she was off to find Malfoy and ask him to the ball.

If she could find him.

Lily smirked at that. If she couldn't find him, she couldn't ask him. Lily mentally rejoiced. Her celebration was interrupted by the bane of her existence.

"I hear you been looking for me." Claimed a male voice.

Damn.

Lily turned and looks over at Malfoy. "That's true." She replied.

Lucius smirked, "what do I own the occasion?"

Lily was really tempted to punch him but restrained herself. She could pester the marauders to do it for her later.

"Evans?"

Lily blinked realizing that Lucius had been trying to talk to her and she was in la-la land.

"Yes?" she replied.

"What did you want to ask me?" Lucius asked with a smirk.

Lily wondered if he knew. She wouldn't be too surprised. Some of the girls in Gryffindor were huge blabbermouths.

"Well," Lily began "I was wondering if you like to come with the dance with me."

Lucius blinked and than smirked. "Here I was thinking I have to ask you, myself."

Lily blinked, "It's female's choice you couldn't ask me either way."

"I'm a Slytherin and you expect me to obey the rules."

Lily rolled her eyes.

Lily sat in one of the oversized armchairs in the Gryffindor common room. She had her Charms textbook in her hands. She had an essay that was due in two weeks. And she wanted to be finished it two weeks before it was due.

Her studying was interrupted when James Potter walked over and flunked himself in the armchair besides Lily's. Lily smiled at him and he gave her a weak one in return.

"What's wrong James?" Lily asked not even looking up from her textbook.

"I hate balls that are ladies choice." James declared.

Lily laughed.

"What about you, Lil do you have a date?" James asked in an off-hand matter.

Lily just smiled a secretive smiled before replying with a "maybe…"

James had always like Lily, from the moment he met her. She was the only girl he felt this strongly for. He was almost certain; he was feeling more than friendship. However, he had no idea how Lily felt for him. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He was now wondering if he had waited too long. Malfoy seemed to have a keen interest in her. Remus had assured him, that Lily couldn't possibly feel the same way for Malfoy, however he wasn't so sure. Lily wasn't actually denying him her attention. James hoped it wasn't a lasting thing.

…But now he wasn't so sure. It started later on in the week, when the marauders were having a snowball fight. Lily declined of course, which wasn't unusually. It was when she left without a single word, that he became word. This wasn't ordinary Lily behavior. Lily always sat with them during there snowfights.

When he asked Remus about it the pale boy claimed that Lily was most likely just tired. James wasn't too sure. He relaxed somewhat when Lily agreed to take a walk after dinner with him. If she had said no, than there was something wrong. When you know someone for so long, you can always tell when something is up.

Lily's hand would every so often brush against James' hand and when she looked up at him, he would smile. They never ever talk when they were on these walks; it had always been like that.

But the walks always assured James. James feared change. Lily was changing. But he didn't know how or why, she was changing. He wasn't even sure if it was a good change. All he knew was that it had to do with Malfoy. He wasn't too sure if that was a good thing or not. Anything to do with Malfoy never turned out good. He was leaning to the bad side of change.