Okay. I know. I said that I'd try to get another update up before New Year's and now March is almost over. It's just that I've been a bit out of juice. I'll hopefully be updating more frequently now, and, if not, the school year is over on June 15th.

If I'm not updating this, there's a good chance that I'm doing some drabbles to get juices flowing or that there's something on my page that you haven't read, so check it out.

Dearest Lily,

I have officially passed the point of being concerned – I am now absolutely convinced that you are not bloody alright. I'd forgotten about my Astronomy homework, so I'd gone up to the North tower and, lo and behold, there you were. Crying. And I have to admit; I hate to see you cry. You're too beautiful, hon. …You would kill me if you ever heard me call you 'Hon'. Or any other term of endearment, come to think of it. I called you "baby" once in fifth year. That didn't end well. Certain…things…just haven't functioned the same since.

Shame, really. I'm sure you'll regret that eventually.

Ahem, back on topic, yes. You were sitting on the ledge (probably not too ridiculously smart – what if you had fallen, Lil?) and obviously weren't expecting visitors. Of course, I didn't notice you at first, and I suppose you were very still, hoping I would leave or simply didn't notice me, as I was awfully quiet. I must have been there for nearly an hour before it started to pour, ruining my parchment. See, that's when I swore – albeit loudly – you jumped, not expecting it, lost your balance, and shrieked.

Naturally, I grabbed you – Quidditch reflexes are good for some things, you know. You stared at me for a second, shocked, and then:

"James?"

"Lily, are you alright?"

"I…what the hell are you doing here, James?"

"Saving your life."

"Just go away, would you?"

I blinked for a moment. "You've been crying."

"It's just the rain, Potter. Leave."

"No, it's not. Your eyes – they're swollen."

"I asked you to go away."

"This isn't your tower, Lily."

"I'll tell McGonagall."

"On what grounds? I hate to break it to you, Evans, but you're just as out of bounds as I am."

"I'm on duty."

"That's a lie and we both know it."

That's when you left. I'm starting to think that I might never have a chance with you. I mean, not counting any mishaps from years previous, I have so far this year:

Turned your hair purple

Walked in on you almost naked (Oh, so close!)

Gotten horribly sloshed at a victory party

And somehow gotten you bloody miffed at me for saving your life.

I'm beginning to get nonplussed. After all, I don't see how you can always be angry with me. I'm halfway decent some of the time, and I know I've been a downright gentleman at least once. And even if you're angry with me for what I said about you lying, well, it was true, wasn't it?

It's just that…I don't know how to be there for you. And it's frustrating, yes, but you know that I've been trying. I'm not giving up on this, Lily. I'm going to keep pestering you until you're finally so annoyed that you give in.

And if that doesn't work, I'll have Remus come up with a Plan B.

—James