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Short, yet again. This is more of a filler-chapter, but important in its own sense. Enjoy.

Chapter Four

Note: There was one reviewer who asked to have a chapter in James' point of view. I'm sure most of you want to know what james is really thinking, so I'm thinking that will happen either next chapter or the one after that.

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Lily didn't know what made her do it: part of her was angry, red-hot angry, like a boiling pot of water spilling over the sides. She didn't know what made her do it; didn't know what force possessed her to do what she did. But there had been the violent, seething anger that had blossomed inside her so quickly--

Well, it didn't matter what caused her to do it. Something made her shove the girl away, and then, then she had...

She shook her head. She couldn't even finish the thought. It didn't even seem like she had done it, actually. If felt like she had been watching someone else...

But the next thing she knew, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had come rushing past her down the corridor, helping James up. The girl-- whoever it had been, had run off, probably to tell their Head of House, or something.

Lily, though not realizing she had done it, rolled her eyes at the thought; as of now, she really didn't care.

"Evans," Sirius replied coolly, his eyes flicking over her. "What did you do?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, placing a hand on her hip.

"Well, you certainly didn't give him a basket of roses."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she looked away from him. Her eyes found James, who was looking at her with such a hate, that she couldn't look at him for more than a few moments.

Sirius wouldn't let it go, though. He whispered something to Peter and Remus, and they left, leaving James with Sirius. He wasn't looking at Lily, though. He was looking at the ground, as if that was really what he hated.

"Now," Sirius said, completely ignoring the fact that she was shooting daggers at him, "What did you do?"

"It's not even that bad."

"Hm, I'm detecting someone's a little jealous?"

That was it. The cherry on the sundae, the icing on the cake. Lily had had it with Sirius and his mockery.

"You know what?" she found herself yelling, "I'm jealous, alright? Is that what you want to hear? I hate the fact that James won't even look at me! I'm tired because I keep trying to win his affection back, but he doesn't care! I've apologized, I've pleaded, but it's your stubborn arse that keeps telling him not to fraternize with me, isn't it? You've never liked me, have you? But instead, like a child, you go around, acting completely immature, and you're so-- so full of yourself, that's the problem!"

Breathing heavily, and seeing the smirk on Sirius' lips that followed after her little episode, she whipped around, fists clenched.

"Well you know, something?" she asked in a low voice, still not looking at either of them, "I hate you. I hate both of you."

It was then, right then when her angry words she had yelled only a few minutes before sunk in, and they hit her hard. Merlin, why the hell was she still acting like this? She was a lot stronger than this-- stronger than James and his stupid friends. She hated the fact that she was acting so vulnerable-- she had done all she could, trying to win James back, and it was obvious that he didn't want her.

She faced them again.

James had placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, as if telling him something that Lily would never understand. Biting her lip, she tucked some hair behind her ear.

"Lily," James said quietly.

She didn't answer him. Instead, she looked down at her hands, which were playing with the end of her cloak.

"This isn't how I wanted it to end," he said softly.

"Then why can't you forgive me? It wasn't intentional."

"I know," he said, looking at Sirius, and then she understood.

This was about Sirius, or at least, this was about his friends, and what they thought he should do. Now, now she understood.

"Fine," she said, trying to be nonchalant.

It was silent.

"I'm-- sorry. About the cut." That was really all she could say. As she turned away from them, wishing it had been more clever, she wished that James had done something, anything to stop her.

But he hadn't. And that made her realize how serious this situation was.