1Here's chapter three! Sorry, I've got state tests this week but that means I shouldn't have homework so maybe I'll update this sooner then I expect! Well, Enjoy! I particularly think I'm pretty witty in this chapter:D I like the last scene too…I think it's well written, but enough of this modest banter, on with the chapter!

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Lily opened her eyes and looked around in the darkness; she couldn't see anything distinctly but could see blunt outlines of shapes that didn't seem familiar. She was also warmer then usual when she woke up...and it was just so dark! Then she remembered; she wasn't in her own room, which at this time of morning would be pouring copious amounts of sunlight, because she always woke up at precisely eight o'clock. She also remembered that she wasn't in Alice's bed anymore, but...ahem...she looked down at the sleeping figure beside her and couldn't contain an amused smile and slight blush. James laid beside her, in all his un-shirted glory, and Lily stared at his serene countenance when something moved by her waist. She warily looked down and gasped. His hand! That's what had moved! His arm was around her waist and firmly holding her in place. She quietly cleared her throat. What an awkward situation to wake up to! She leaned down to James and shook him gently by the shoulders, as she had done hours before.

"James...James, wake up." He groaned and swatted at her face. She scrunched up her face, trying to pull it away from his flailing hands, but being unsuccessful, due to his firm hold on her petite form.

"No...Alice, ten more minutes." Lily laughed outright at him.

"James it's Lily." He jumped at that, looking wide-eyed at her for a second before smiling. He sat up fully and settled on his elbow, still grinning ridiculously at her.

"How are you this fine morning, Lils?"

"I'm just spiffing."

"You sleep alright?"

"I slept as well as I could with someone else's arm around my waist." He blushed and quickly removed his hand, putting it awkwardly on the bed between them.

"Well, aren't you just persnickety this morning."

"Most boys tell a girl she looks beautiful in the morning."

"I guess I'm just special then, aren't I?" Lily laughed at him.

"Yes, you are."

"How about I fix this then: You look positively pulchritudinous this morning."

"Better. Let's get up. Oh, and nice vocabulary, by the way."

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James stood outside the kitchen door and ruffled his hair absently. Smoothing down the loose, unbuttoned white shirt he had just thrown on he entered the kitchen.

The site made him smile. Lily was at the stove, stirring a pan of fried eggs, with her curly hair put up into a messy ponytail with strands falling out all over the place. Her apron was tied loosely around her waist and a pair of slim reading glasses were perched askew on her head. He went quietly to her, put his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her head. She turned a blushing smile on him as he pulled out two plates, glasses, and forks, and set them on the table. Finished with the eggs, Lily pulled out a hand towel, folded it, and set it on the middle of the table. Turning the stove off, she pulled the heavy pan to the table and set it on the towel. Sitting down, she allowed James to pour her a generous amount of orange juice he had just gotten from the fridge. And with that, they ate their breakfast, creating the perfect image of homeliness; the epitome of comfort.

"James…may I be frank with you?" James smiled.

"I'd much rather you be Lily but if after working with Frank this long makes you him then—"

"No, no, no!" She laughed at him then sobered. "What I meant to say was, let me be blunt."

"Is he a friend of yours?"

"Seriously!"

"Oh, if anybody, don't be Sirius."

"I can't believe you!" She shook her head and rubbed her temples.

"Alright, alright, I'll be serious. Or would you rather I be Remus?" He grinned. Lily slapped her hands down on the table.

"James, stop!"

"Finally you get it right! I would hate to be Sirius because he's such a jerk sometimes and Remus is far to smart for me to impersonate." At this Lily threw her hands up, stood up, grabbed her orange juice, and stormed out of the kitchen. James, realizing his faux pas, jumped up from his chair and followed her.

When he got to the living room he just caught the back door shutting and yanked it open, running after her. Skidding around a tree he stopped in his tracks. Lily was sitting by the water, knees up, arms hugging them, and her glass on a flat rock next to her. He slowly walked towards her, hands meekly in his pockets, until he was standing right next to her glass. Sitting cautiously on the grassy bank, he stared over the glass at her profile, rigid with lips pursed. He glanced bleakly at the only thing separating them. He wondered why she was so upset because he was just making a few jokes. He opened his mouth to apologize for what he said (when he figured that out, he might let her know) but she cut in first.

"Why do you always have to be that way?" She asked in a shaky voice, promising tears. He gulped but didn't dare look at her, instead keeping his eyes transfixed on the crystal glass. He shrugged to her unseeing eyes as she looked out across the lake, suddenly, painfully recalling the last scenes she experienced by a lake, back at school, with the same person, in the same situation. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she kept steadily on. "You always ruin the moment! I was trying to tell you—you just never listen—and—no matter what the conversation involves—no matter what we're talking about—no matter what you talk about—you're just—you never are—UGH!—you are Sirius!"

"What?" He said as she stood up angrily. He scrambled to his feet, barely keeping his foot from kicking over her glass and yelled to her retreating back, "Wait, Lily, what were you going to say earlier? What do you mean, 'I'm Sirius'?" He almost could not hear her voice as she replied,

"You're a jerk!"

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"Lily! I'm sorry for what I said! Come back! Lily! WOAH!" James narrowly dodged a bright red light thrown in his direction.

Ten minutes later.

"Li-LY!!! Let me in, please? PLEASE?! AGH!" This time he couldn't doge the red light shot through the quickly opened back door, right at his face. He shook his head for a second until he felt a weird, tingling sensation on his cheeks and forehead. Hastily conjuring a mirror he stared, shocked, at his sparkling red face. "WHA??"

Twenty-five minutes later.

"Lily…" came James' moaning voice in front of Alice's bedroom window. "I've been out here for so long, alone…I HATE BEING ALONE….!" His only answer was a indignant "Hmph!"

Fifteen minutes after that…

"FINALLY!" Forcing his way through the broken-handled door, he stepped triumphantly onto the threshold. Feeling extremely satisfied with himself, he turned resolutely in the direction of Alice's room and barely had time to scream as a pillow came flying at his face. The force, astonishingly, knocked him to the floor, and as he was getting back on his feet, Lily stepped over him and waved her wand at the broken handle on the back door. As it repaired, James put his hands on his hips before, meeting Lily's glare almost unflinchingly, dropped to his knees, clasped his hands together, and began to beg Lily's forgiveness.

"Oh James, shut up." She walked around him and sat on the couch. Sending a wary glance in his direction she rolled her eyes. "You know you could've just used magic to open the door."

"I could've," He said, plopping down beside her, just as he had done the night before, but sober this time (if you don't count being drunk with gratitude at being indoors with company), " I could've," he said again, "but I figured I'd give you space to cool off."

"You call moaning and whining for the past hour at the back door giving me space?"

"Well, if you really think about it—"

"Just forget it…besides, I don't hold grudges." Lily's head whipped around at him when he burst into laughter at her comment.

"Lily! You've got to be kidding! Do you not remember those long seven years at Hogwarts? You LOATHED me."

"I don't loath anybody…" Lily said absently, staring at her fingernails. "And ignoring someone isn't holding a grudge." She blew a strew wisp of hair out of her eyes.

"Maybe not, but hexing me every chance you got sure might qualify."

"It doesn't count if you deserved it!"

"Yes, but that has nothing to do with grudges, does it?" Lily grudgingly (lol) admitted he was right; it didn't have anything to do with it.

"But I am allowed to make general true statements, aren't I?" she asked dryly.

"Sure Lils. And may I make one right now." At her silence he went on. "I would like to make a true general statement by saying, first, that you look exceptionally beautiful when you

are angry like this, and secondly, that you look beautiful no matter what mood you're in. But especially when you're angry." He added. Her expression softened and she turned to look up into his eyes, glowing with something she had only seen in two other people—her parents. Oh dear…she thought, that can only mean one thing…

His next action proved her suspicions. Looking from one eye to the other, he plunged into the deep end. He quickly leaned forward and braved the torrent of a rant that was sure to follow—or so he thought. Lily was rendered so completely speechless as his lips hungrily sought hers that she could not string one comprehensible thought to another. After pulling back, he tucked that stray strand of hair behind her ear before, softly this time, barely brushing his lips against hers. Seeking his lips, as desperately as one would refuge from a raving storm, she kissed him back, fully and passionately. Then, once he pulled back the second time, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

They fell asleep, roaring fire alive in the grate, side by side, hands clasped tightly as they talked sweet nothings to each other into the night.

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Slightly short, but good, cute ending I think. Please review! Sorry this took longer then expected, but I had a slight writers block after first fight and didn't know how to connect it to the rest of the story. Oh well, here you go. Merci!

Au Revoir, mon amis!

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