A/N: this might be a bit shorter then the others… sorry… I'll be updating weekly unless I want 2 update sooner! And before I start the story, does everyone know what the words 'puke' and 'puked' means? Coz I'm not sure if it's Aussie slang or not… anyway, in case you don't, it means 'spew' and 'spewed'. Ok, on with the story! Please read and review, as always: P

Blaming James…

'I blame James bloody Potter for making me faint, unfair though it is.' This is my first thought. Why, oh why, must my first thought contain James Potter?! Argh… I can feel sunlight on my face and… I hear snoring! I have my own room, so I don't think I'm there. OUCH! My head hurts! What the? Dangnamit, I have to open my eyes? How cruel! Oh Merlin's saggy pants! I just opened my eyes and saw a head of messy black hair! Resting on my bed! (The hair and the head, not just the hair I mean.)

I'm in my room, so he's in my room, with body parts on my bed! Oh dear Merlin that sounded so wrong! Oh dear, I'm having wrong thoughts about James Potter! EW!

"How is she? Is she awake yet? Mister Potter? JAMES!" Madam What's-her-face is asking James if I'm up yet? What is the world coming to? At least I'm in my own dormitory I s'pose… I hate the hospital wing. Why is she on a first name basis with James? Maybe he comes to say good bye to Remus? But I've been in the common room when Remus left the last what, 12 times, and he goes alone. Maybe it's through Qudditch? Argh! I just thought that and didn't add "coz his big head makes him fall off a lot"!

"Miss? Do I have a fever?" oh damn, way to ruin your cover Lily! "I mean, I'm not conscious!" I hear a chuckle from beside me. It stops suddenly when I say

"I blame you James." Madam whatever-her-name-is has gone. Wish I could too.

"How do you figure that one?" James says sounding hurt. I still have my eyes shut but I reach over and pat his hand.

"Well I had just finished thinking 'what about Remus?' when you said 'what about Moony?' I mean, come on! We thought the same thing!" hand, I command you to let go of James! Oh wait, he's holding on too, I can blame him if anyone walks in and sees us holding hands.

Oh

My

Freaking

Merlin! I just thought 'holding hands' in regard to me and James, and I didn't use quotation marks! Oh crap, I feel dizzy again!

"Lils? Yoo-hoo? I'm still here! You know, if you wanted this ball, all you had to do is ask, you didn't have to do all this, you drama queen!" James has such a way with words, doesn't he? I sigh, which causes him to chuckle. I realize we are still holding hands and strangely, I don't care! Oh Merlin! Nausea is coming.

"James, move. NOW!" right now James is looking kind of hurt and confused, but next second he knows why I 'asked' him to move.

"Whoa, ok, hang on Lils," he says. I can't help it, every time I puke, I cry and this is no exception. So, James Scourify's it, and climbs up onto my queen bed and puts his right arm around my shoulders and neck, and his left hand rests on my right shoulder, so he makes a circle around me. He gently pulls (ok, I lean) onto his chest and he strokes my hair, just like my mum used to. Now this just sets me off again and I bury my head into his chest. Hmm James smells good. After awhile, I calmed down and I might of- ok, I did- go to sleep on him. I'm sure it was a strange sight!