A/N: Here's the second chapter, filled with irrational conclusions, jealousy, and a progressing relationship (wink wink). Keep reviewing people!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, except for my HP slippers…

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Chapter 2: Irrational Conclusions

Remus had to admit that it must have looked bad. Lily was wearing his robe, looked flushed, had messed up hair, and had smudged lip-gloss, (Which was only because she had tripped on his robe and some had come off on his sleeve) but thinking they had fooled around was out of the question. Of course, leave it to James to expect the worst.

"I thought you were my friend!" yelled James. He couldn't hide his fury, or his jealousy. Lily had to admit he didn't look so cute and sweet now. His hair was mussed up as usual, but she could tell it wasn't done on purpose. His face was red and blotchy, and his stupid snitch was flying around his head, desperate to be paid attention to. Remus could feel Lily fuming beside him, but she had yet to say anything, and was still wearing his cloak.

"I am your friend! Stop jumping to irrational conclusions!" He tried not to say anything stupid, James was anger, and when it came to Lily, he saw no difference between friends and enemies. He could get violent, and Sirius, who was watching with a bemused smirk from beside the fireplace, would back him up.

"You're no friend, you know Lily's mine!" He was about to continue but she cut him off.

"I'm not yours! You have no control over what I do or whom I date! I'm not your girlfriend, Potter! Get a grip! And why would you turn on your friend like that? If you'd pull your head out of your ass, you'll see that nothing happened!" James was hurt. It was one thing to be insulted by a friend, but a crush? Ouch. "I'll see you in the morning Remus," she said softly, turning to face him. Then for show, though not completely, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned away and walked up the staircase to the girl's dorm. He glowed. She had kissed him! She had kissed him! She had kissed him! He regained his voice when she was at her door and he called good night in return. She waved, and then snapped her door shut. James, who was not as depressed but more angry, let out a strangled yell and lunged out on top of Remus, crashing him to the floor. Sirius jumped out of his seat and ran across the common room to them, knocking over several first years, to pull James off. He put him in a headlock and pulled him away, but looked at Remus as if revolted by what he saw.

"Why the hell was she wearing your cloak, if nothing happened?" gasped James, struggling to escape from his friend's sturdy grip.

"She was cold, the astronomy tower, -" but he couldn't continue. Sirius had let go of his captive at the mention of the tower, stunned by Remus' words. James wrapped his hand around his throat and pushed him against the wall. Sirius didn't do anything, but stood there, dumbfounded. Remus feebly attempted to push him off, but James' grip was strong.

"You took her to the astronomy tower?" he yelled, trembling of jealousy. Remus had trouble breathing and could hardly talk with the death grip around his neck. He spluttered quietly,

"Prefect duties." James' grip didn't loosen.

"Why did you kiss her?"

"I didn't!" his captive squeaked. James swung a fist into his jaw and he slid down the wall, groaning, but was finally able to breathe.

"Liar!" he bellowed, and then stomped off to his dorm. The silent crowd didn't move, or say anything as Remus lay on the floor, jaw throbbing, and slightly bleeding. After a minute Sirius came out of his trance and ran after James. Slowly people walked back to their rooms, bringing their bags with them, ignoring the fallen figure. Poor Remus stayed on the floor, wheezing until he blacked out.

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He just laid there, blood on his chin and his jaw swollen. She couldn't look away. It was her fault, all her fault. What could she do? Well, for starters she could get up and heal him.

She slowly tiptoed down the stairs and walked over to his side, not wanting to wake up anyone, specifically Potter. That bastard, how could he do this to his best friend? She knew all about their fight, had even watched it from the staircase, but had been too nervous to go and defend her crush. It would have made it worse for both of them. Then again, here he was, passed out and sprawled out on his back.

She knelt down and pushed hair off his forehead. He twitched at her touch. She noticed there were hand marks around his neck, and she trailed a finger over them. She pulled her wand out from her pocket and murmured a few incantations that Mme. Pomfrey had taught her. The handprints faded and the blood on his chin dissolved into thin air. His swelled jaw shrunk back to its normal size and shape. A tear rolled off her nose, though she hadn't been aware that she was crying, and fell onto his forehead, and he woke up. Grudgingly he opened his eyes, and saw here, Lily. He blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, but they weren't.

"I'm sorry," he said, crying silently. He sat up, leaning against the wall as she settled next to him.

"What did you do wrong?" he whispered, looking up at her, his voice hoarse.

"I didn't defend you, I should have stayed with you and backed you up." She wiped away some tears with the sleeve of his cloak, which she had yet to change out of. "I shouldn't have kissed you," she added.

"If you had stayed to defend me, things would have been a lot worse." She looked at him curiously, but he didn't explain. "And I'm glad you kissed me," his last words grew quieter as he spoke and she didn't understand them.

"What?" He gulped, but realized that if he wanted Lilly so much, then James could go swallow his snitch.

"I said I'm glad you kissed me," he said, still in a whisper. She smiled and blushed, then looked away, to the 6th year boy's dorm.

"Where are you going to sleep tonight?" she asked randomly. He looked up at her puzzled and she added, "If you slept in there, they would smother you with a pillow." He shrugged and sat up next to her.

"I dunno."

"I would offer you my bed but that would definately give people the wrong idea." Remus let out a nervous laugh.

"Probably." He tapped his knee with his thumb. "I guess I'll stay in the Room of Requirement tonight.

"The what?"

"The Room of Requirement. It's this room that does what you need it to." She nodded vaguely. "I'd better go, I don't want to be caught out of bed." He stood up, but she grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Remus." He turned around. "Take me with you." He frowned and shook his head but she cut him off. "I'm not exactly Mrs. Popular right now eiter, I can't go back to my dorm." He bit his lip and looked down at his hand, which she was still holding. She pulled away. "Please?" she said, with a puppy dog put. He gulped, but nodded.