A/N:

Yay! New chapter. I had fun writing this one. Lily and James confrontation guys. Woot. Enjoy. And Review.

Lily had been pacing the outside of the hospital wing for more than a half an hour. She couldn't pluck up the courage to go in, but she couldn't go back without talking to him…so she was pretty much stuck. She glanced up at the door, trying to peer in through the little window to see him, but it was too dark to see anything and the window was far too small. She leaned against the wall, trying to will herself to go in.

"Come on, Lily," she muttered to herself. "Just go in there. And do what you need to do. What's the worst that could happen?" Lily sighed, and began pacing again. "He could tell you that he never wants to see your hypocritical face again," she answered her own question.

"Damn it!" she said aloud, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall again. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," she said, banging her head against the wall. Why couldn't she do this?

"Well, yeah. You're hitting your head against the wall…that's going to hurt later." The voice sent shockwaves down her spine. She opened her eyes and there he stood. Perfect as ever, his hair flying every which way, those perfect blue eyes, and that tall frame.

"James," was all she could manage to get out.

"Last time I checked…yeah." He was playing a game with her. He didn't want her to know how truly hurt and messed up he actually was, so he tried his witty banter. But she could see right through all that, right through to the scared broken little boy inside.

"Um…how are you?" She bit her lip. Just standing there, a clear 2 feet away from him, was causing her breathing problems.

"Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?" he asked, taking a couple steps toward her. She prayed he didn't come any nearer, because her lungs might just stop working all together.

"You haven't talked to me in a little over 3 months, Lily. What do you want? You want to know how I'm doing?" He took another step toward her. "I can't think about anything but you. I close my eyes, your face swims before my eyelids. You weave in and out of my dreams. I can't walk through the hall without one of your friends giving me a death glare, or some stupid girl coming up to me asking if I needed some support!" He was close enough now to her face to actually give her a kiss, but he didn't and she wished he would.

"I am nothing without you. I molded myself to become the man you wanted me to be. And I don't know how to be that without you. You walk through these halls as if nothing happened, there's still that bouncing light in your eyes, you're still perfect. Me? I'm a train wreck, Lily Evans." He placed one hand on the wall to hold her in place, but she wasn't thinking about leaving.

"I swore I'd change for you, and I'm trying. But you don't even look at me Lily, not once in the past 3 months have you looked at me. I'd change the world to be with you Lily." He leaned in so that he was literally centimeters away from her lips

"Answer me this…are you happy?" His breath against her lips made her tremble. She looked up into his blue eyes that were now a frosty grey from anger.

"What do you want me to do, James?" she let out softly.

"Answer the question." His voice was breaking, and he turned his head so that she wouldn't see the tears now slowly streaming down his face. Lily closed her eyes. She couldn't handle this. She really couldn't.

"Why…?" she breathed. James turned back to face her

"Because…If I knew you were happy, then none of this would matter. I'd be able to handle losing you. As long as you were happy." Lily stared up at him, her mouth slightly open; she couldn't believe the words that were spilling from his mouth.

"You…you just want me to be happy?" James nodded.

"Yeah. That's all I've ever wanted." She bit her lip, trying unbelievably hard to stay calm.

"I…I don't know what to say-" but she was cut off by his lips on hers. She couldn't do anything, not that she wanted to, but her entire body had been taken over by the simple act of his lips, touching hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he lifted her up she locked her legs around his hips.

The only thing that was registering in her mind was his lips on hers, his hands on her back, in her hair, on her face. She wanted to keep being touched like this by him forever. His smell, his feel, his skin, his hair, she was completely lost in it, completely lost in him. Then suddenly, the feeling stopped. His lips were no longing sending electric shocks through her. She opened her eyes slowly, her breath seemed to have caught in her throat and she'd forgotten how to do the simple act of breathing in and out. He moved his hands to her face, and then he pushed some of her hair away from her face.

"I hope you're happy, Lily Evans…" and then his warm hands were off of her face and her hair was in exactly the place where he'd left it. She watched him walk down the hall, no spring in his step. No sadness either, just a nice steady walk down the hall.

She leaned against the wall, trying to gather herself. The room was spinning; she couldn't believe what had just happened. 'I hope you're happy, Lily Evans…' those six words were reverberating around in her brain. 'I hope you're happy, Lily Evans.' She closed her eyes. Happy. What did that even mean?

She started making her way back towards the Gryffindor common room, trying to keep her mind on anything but the situation at hand. But as she climbed through the portrait hall, the words 'I hope you're happy, Lily Evans.' began to plague her mind once again.