James awoke the next morning to,

"Bloody hell! What the hell do you two think you're doing in my broom closet?"

Filch had obviously unlocked the door to find Lily and James snuggled up together sleeping. James stretched groggily, hardly aware of what was going on, he was not a morning person.

Lily, on the other hand, had awoken at him first touching the door. She was an extremely light sleeper. She had already gotten out of any terribly unchaste positions and was smoothing her hair. "Idiot here pulled me in," she said stiffly. "Before we could get out, you'd locked us in, and you somehow didn't hear me yelling for half an hour." she cast a scornful look at the groundskeeper, tossing a long red lock over her shoulder matter-of-factly. She got to her feet, smoothing her uniform out. "Now, if you'll please excuse me, I need to go rest in my own bed. Good day, Mr. Filch."

Lily was exceptional at weaving a story out of nearly nothing, and was rarely questioned. She pushed her way past the man, marching off.

James groggily muttered something about un-godly hours of the morning to Filch as he stumbled out of the broom closet. Once out, he realized where he was and woke up considerably.

"Uh…uh…yeah, whatever Lily said is exactly what happened." He stammered, nodding to Filch and walking away.

Where had Lily gone? She just left without so much as a goodbye? 'She's tired' James told himself, 'She'll come talk to me once she gets some rest.'

With that reassurance, he thanked God that it was Saturday and he could now go crawl into his bed and make up for the sleep he had lost throughout the night. But once he arrived at the portrait hole, said the password, and climbed in, the series of events the night before had completely hit him, and he doubted he could sleep. So instead he sat down next to a window, and decided to stay there until Lily came around.

Lily, sadly for James, wouldn't be getting around. Already in her dorm (she was quick on her feet, after all) and curled up safely in her bed, Lily had the curtains drawn, blankets concealing her from the world. It began to slowly sink in that she had not only kissed him of her own accord, but she'd fallen asleep in his arms to boot. Trembling lightly at the thought, she curled up a bit more. What was worse was... she felt oddly cold all of the sudden. The side of her head felt lacking, as his cheek wasn't there. Her arms and torso felt too light because a pair of arms weren't there.

Disturbed by such thoughts, the girl quickly shook them off. No. She didn't like James. He was her ultimate foe. Her polar opposite. Poking her head out of the blankets in order to get a cool, fresh breath of air, she quietly made a pact with herself: to ignore any irrational feelings she'd had that night and revert to normal. It was the only logical thing to do.

After all. There was no such thing as love, and you couldn't just suddenly be attracted to a person you hate.

Smiling uneasily at herself, Lily settled in and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

After about half an hour, James was starting to doubt that Lily would suddenly spring down the stairs and jump into his arms.

'She's fallen asleep.' James thought. He stood up from his chair by the window and stretched. He would just have to wait to see her at lunch. He decided to leave the dreary common room and go outside.

The halls were practically lifeless. Most students had obviously taken advantage of the weekend to sleep in. James walked a slow pace, thinking.

Once outside, the cold, early winter air swept around him making him shiver. He hadn't brought a coat, regardless he continued to walk.

Lily wouldn't reject him. Would she? Was she that cold-hearted?

'No.' James thought. 'Of course she's not.' But for some reason he wasn't completely assured.

He had wandered over to the lake, and sat down underneath the dying leaves of a willow. There was not much he could do anymore, either Lily loved him, or she didn't. He felt vulnerable. Lily could either heal his heart, or break it into another million little pieces as she had done so many times before.

Lily wasn't at any meals, or if she was she wasn't noticed by anyone, for several days, and the only time Mr. Potter would have glimpsed her was when she would flit by in the halls without a word, or sweep into classrooms in a flurry of red hair and sit as far as was possible from him. In a few instances, she would tell the Professor she wasn't feeling well and simply take her assignment and lesson with her and do it herself in places unknown.

In reality, she'd taken to hiding in a rarely used corner of the library. Of course, what she didn't know was James had a map that would disclose her location, no matter where she hid. She settled down against a shelf, knees up, providing her a platform with which to rest her charms textbook.

James had been giving Lily her space. He knew that she was avoiding him, obviously she was. He also knew where she went all the time, the library. He didn't exactly need the Marauder's map for that one; the library was Lily's safe haven. James had decided that she probably needed time to think, and that was fine with him. He waited and waited, for days on end, walking past the library as often as he could in hopes that she would come out and "bump" into him. But she never did. It had now been about a week, and he couldn't take it anymore.

As the lunch bell rang, James went against the crowd herding towards the great hall, and made his way to the library. Once out of the busy halls and into the quiet library, it was like he had entered a different world. A world where people were scared to speak above a whisper in fear of ruining the calmness of their surroundings. He walked past rows and rows of books, seeing only a few students as he passed. They all stared at him with wide eyes; they were not used to seeing James Potter in the library. He ignored them, he was here for Lily. While he searched around a corner, Irma Pince rushed up to him.

Irma Pince could be considered Goddess of the library. Even though she was in his year, James had never seen her out of the library. The only reason he even knew who she was was because he and Sirius had played quite a prank in the library several years previous, and Irma now hated him for it.

"Potter, I advise you to turn around and leave this instant." She whispered clutching several books in her arms.

"I'm not playing a prank, I'm looking for someone. Have you seen Lily Evans?" James said.

"Shhhh!" Irma quickly replied, and pointed over to an aisle with a glare in her eyes. She then seated herself at a table and propped a book up, though her eyes watched James' every move.

James made his way to the aisle where Irma had pointed, and sure enough, Lily sat tucked up in a corner, emerald eyes scanning the pages of a thick book.

Lily looked up at the loud shushing noise, her head popping up. The moment she caught sight of the pointing finger and messy black hair, the alarm was evident on her features. "Irma!" she yelped quietly. "How could you!!" she scrambled to her feet, glaring. She wasn't at all pleased that her hiding place had been found out. Grumbling to herself, muttering something about studying, she shoved her things unceremoniously into her bag, flinging it over her shoulder, before whirling down the isle and beginning to navigate the labyrinth that was the Hogwarts school library.

James groaned and walked briskly after her.

"Lily…" He said loudly, receiving another 'shh' from Ms. Pince.

"Lily, can we talk? Please?" He said in a much more quiet and desperate sounding voice.

She was silent for several moments, weaving through the shelves with practiced ease. After a bit more pleading, however, she said quietly, "Leave me alone, James." She slowed down after a while, losing her fury, sighing. She glanced at him over her shoulder, before returning to staring straight forward. "You shouldn't be here."

"Why shouldn't I be?" James asked.

"I think I have rights to an explanation." He didn't care that Irma was practically having a heart attack over the volume of his voice.

"You and I had…had…a moment," he wasn't quite sure what else to call it, "and now it's been a week with you avoiding me, without even telling me why!" He said desperately.

Lily was upon him in an instant, and one delicate hand flew over his mouth. "Will you be quiet?!" she hissed, before removing her hand. "We did not have a moment. It was dark. We were tired. I was confused." Her eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare, but something deep in the depths was lit like a tiny flame. A little sparkle when her eyes met his. Regardless, her face was cold as she stepped away from him, body rigid. "I'm sorry you thought whatever you thought James, but you thought wrong."