A/N: I don't really know what's wrong with me lately; I can't write properly. My chapters aren't to my satisfaction anymore, but I hope that you are still interested, and that I haven't made far too many typos. :D And I PROMISE that the next chapter will be explosive and that things will happen. :D I know I've said it a few times now, but its true – the next chapter, things will kind of…screw up. So enjoy this chapter; this is the last semi-peaceful entry from either of these two that you'll get until the end. :P

Lily

December 12th

Dear Diary,

Last night, it was snowing insanely hard – it seemed to be a blizzard out there – and tiny Professor Flitwick came inside, shivering, to report about four and a half feet of snow outside this morning. Outdoor classes were cancelled for the day because of that, leaving time for the fifth years to rediscover the joys of acting like they were six-years-old, much to my displeasure.

Several snowball fights were in the works throughout the day, and I'd bet all of my money that more than half of them were lead by James and Sirius. They threw snowballs as though they were Muggle cannons in every direction, hitting numerous innocent bystanders. Once on landed on James's head, he declared war on the thrower, so most snowball-fight-veterans were sopping wet within two minutes.

Kyleigh and Leila eagerly put on their hats, coats, gloves, earmuffs, scarves, and boots to join in the "fun" and they dragged me along with them by force. Personally speaking, I would much prefer sitting by the toasty fire with a book rather than getting buried any day and every day, but I didn't quite have a choice in the matter, like in most situations that involve "a good time," according to my friends. So, with as much disinclination as I could muster, I allowed Kyleigh to suit me up and push me out of the main doors into the snowy world outside.

The gust of icy winter air hit my cheeks brutally the moment I stepped out of the warmth of the castle. I immediately tried turning around and escaping indoors, but Leila and Kyleigh grabbed my arms and hauled me right back outside.

"Lils, come on!" Kyleigh wheedled. "Come throw a snowball; go on – you'll love it and you'll thank me for forcing you to do this."

"No, it's freezing out here," I complained. "I want to go back inside."

"There's James!" Leila squealed, looking much more enthralled than the situation called for, in my opinion.

"Great," I muttered. "Just what I need to brighten my day; an egotistical toad equipped with snowballs."

"He's a wonderful egotistical toad, Lily, get it right," Leila corrected. "He's just so bloody gorgeous!"

I looked over James critically to see if I could determine what Leila was seeing. The sight I saw, however, was the very last thing from gorgeous. He was completely drenched with water, and now hung off the ends of his loose strands of hair. His eyes were alight with mischief and animation, his cheeks were rosy, and he was obviously having the time of his life. I looked back at my expectant friends, and to their disappointment, I shook my head.

"I hate him, and he is not gorgeous," I stated.

Kyleigh rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, yeah. Now let's go!"

She raced off to Sirius and with her Quidditch-honed agility, threw a snowball at him. He tackled her to the ground and pelted her with many large chunks of snow in return. She shrieked shrilly as she began kicking him, and I sighed with disgust. I wanted to share my revulsion with Leila, but Leila was already gone; she was fighting a vicious snow war with James. She was completely distracted, and was no longer looking my way – I decided that it was time to run back inside the castle do something that didn't involve throwing snow. Unfortunately, the moment I stepped to go back, a little ball of slush made contact with the back of my head.

I whipped around to see James, Sirius, Kyleigh, and Leila all laughing hysterically at my misfortune and I glared at them, hating them all; in retaliation, I threw one back at Leila. It hit her shoulder, making her giggle a little bit more but throw yet another at me.

It was war after a couple of minutes; I threw more snowballs than I thought I ever would in my entire life in that hour we fought. I was actually rather astonished at my direction, though; I hit Sirius in the face much more than once, and James looked like he had jumped into a swimming pool with his coat on when I was done with him. It was admittedly a very enjoyable experience, chucking clumps of snow at each of them; there was a certain vindictive pleasure in violence using frozen bits of water.

After an hour or so of braving the bitter winds, all five of us collapsed on the banks of snow, exhausted.

"Wow Lils; I never knew how vicious you could get," Kyleigh commented, impressed.

"I didn't either," I said. "But thank you, if that was supposed to be a compliment."

"Evans, would you like to be on our snowballing team next time we fight?" Sirius offered. "Your aim is right on, and you never hesitate; I think you've got a gift, because that was pretty damn awesome." He held his hand up enthusiastically to high-five me.

"Not even if my other option was to dance naked in front of the whole school," I said coolly, refusing to touch his hand.

Sirius's dark eyes flashed impishly when he heard this. "When will you be doing that then? I'll have to mark it on my calendar, won't I?"

"You pervert!" I shouted, scrambling up furiously and kicking him hard in the shins. "It was a figure of speech, meaning that I would never snowball fight with you!"

"Well why didn't you say that earlier, damn it," he grumbled, massaging his leg. "Women…"

"Sirius, she's right; don't be so perverted," James intervened. "But Lily, it was only an offer; a simple no would have worked just as well."

I got up then, pouting, and stomped off to go inside; I wasn't really in the snowball-ish mood anymore. I ran upstairs to my bathroom and carefully peeled my wet clothes off so that I could dry them with my wand. I changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and slipped on an old t-shirt I had packed for some reason.

When I was cleaned up, I worked on homework until Kyleigh and Leila came upstairs as well, with their clothes completely soaked through. While they were quite filthy, however, they looked as though they had just had the best treat of their lives. As they shed their own damp clothing, Kyleigh said, "That was really fun, Lils; you should have stuck around a bit longer."

"I could feel my IQ dropping with every second I looked at Sirius," I said, rolling my eyes. "Besides, James was annoying me."

"He wasn't annoying you; he just told you something very simple and true, and you huffed off," Leila said, cocking her head in confusion.

"He was being bloody annoying, and you know it," I snapped, scribbling something down on my parchment.

"You're just biased because you're in love with him against your will," Kyleigh informed me. "You should be glad you have a voice of reason like me in your life."

"Oh yes, because your advice worked so well before," I said, rolling my eyes.

"It did," Kyleigh said. "Because of my fashion expertise, you became the love of Chris's life, which is, of course, a good thing."

"No, it isn't, because now James and Chris fight because of me," I said. I didn't mention that Chris was now just part of a fan-club of mine that just recently came together. I also didn't mention how much all of that creeped me out.

"They've always hated each other; you just became an excuse for them to show it more," Leila assured me. "They would have found another reason to bicker if you hadn't been dragged into it."

"I guess so, but I still don't feel right," I fretted. "I mean, James has made me anxious enough without arguing incessantly with my boyfriend." I felt so odd to hear the words 'my boyfriend' come out of my mouth; I was not at all used to it.

"Oh, so you and Chris are officially together then?" Leila asked with interest.

"I suppose," I said. "I mean, he's taken me out twice and flirts like there's no tomorrow."

"This is great!" Kyleigh cried. "You have your first real boyfriend, Lils!" She hugged me tightly, beaming.

"Not really," I said. "Chris is nice, but I'm worried. I don't think he's the only guy with a crush on me. Certain people have shown me that they like me too, and I don't want this to turn into a mess."

"Gee, overconfident much?" Kyleigh laughed. "No, I get what you mean. Snape? That's nasty! You'd never go out with him, would you? We all know that James is in love with you, and Remus has been acting weird lately too."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "When we have prefect duties, he never looks me right in the eye, and he always talks to the floor. If he doesn't do that, he smiles really sweetly at me, and I don't know what to make of it because I don't know if he looks at other girls that way too."

"You are hot stuff this year, Lily!" Kyleigh said, grinning. "Four guys! Wow!"

"I don't feel like hot stuff," I said honestly. "I feel confused."

"Get over it," Leila advised. "You are in the perfect dilemma right now! Two hot guys, one gross one, and an in-the-middle guy to choose from; what wouldn't I give to be you?"

"Please, go ahead and be me," I said. "I hate being me."

"You are so ungrateful for your fortune," Kyleigh said sorrowfully, shaking her head. "Leila would die for the attention of James Potter, and you waste it."

"James is a git; we've been through this before," I told them. "James is a complete arse, and I will never willingly fall in love."

"I noticed the word willingly in that sentence," Kyleigh said. "I think that you added it in because you're falling in love with him, but to cover it, you said you would never feel that way willingly."

"Oh you are absurd," I said scornfully. "I don't love James Bloody Potter, and that's final."

We had this conversation so many times in the past that I was completely sick of it; I picked up my books and walked right out of my dormitory to work in the common room. I tried to work a little, but it didn't work; the room was too loud. I waited by the staircase for Kyleigh and Leila to come and follow me down, and when they came, I slipped back up to the dormitory to work. I just finished all that work, and I'm feeling a bit better for it, but it's the boys in my life that are frightening me right now. I still don't know what to make of them, like I told my friends, and I really hate that. Life wasn't straightforward, which was loathsome because then you never knew exactly what you thought about someone, and your desires always change.

Let me get my current desires straight though:

For James Potter to leave me alone

For Severus Snape to leave me alone

For Chris Daniels to stay the way he is

For Remus Lupin to like me

I just don't know; it feels as though the right guy will never come for me. In the storybooks, the princesses always hold a bouquet and sit quietly to wait for their prince to come. He does, and they live happily ever after. There is never more than one prince; things work out cleanly. Not in my storybook though; I'll be the princess waiting there on her balcony, the lingering feelings for other men scattered around me, but my true prince will never come for me. I'll be alone. That's the way I know my story will end.

James

December 12th

Dear Diary,

So maybe the last time I wrote, I was a little depressed. I'd had an off day. Believe it nor not, bad days even come to people as fantastic as me. Haha. But today, I'm back to normal. I had an awesome day this time, and that, of course, is a good thing.

First of all, we had a lot of snow come down on us last night – four and a half feet, according to Flitwick – and we got our outdoor classes cancelled. That was phenomenal news; we had more time to play around in the snow! Peter caught a foul cold recently, and he's afraid of Madam Pomfrey for whatever reason; he hung out in the dormitory today instead of coming with us to snowball fight. I offered to get him some potion from the nurse, but he said that he would be fine after a little while. We asked Remus to come along as well, but he had to do his bloody homework; that's all the guy does nowadays. It's sickening, but whatever; so long as I don't have to do it, I'm okay. Peter and Remus were so stubborn sometimes; I decided to take them on their word and went outside with Sirius to snowball fight.

We were undisputed snow masters out there; we started several wars and won them all. Frank Longbottom was completely waterlogged after he dared to challenge us, and we, of course, did double damage on Snivelly. It was a blast – literally. Ha, bad pun. But in essentials, Sirius and I snowballed the living hell out of anyone who tried to throw even one snowball at us. Lily, Kyleigh, and Leila came out after a little while, and we had a fairly flirty snowball fight with them too.

Last time I wrote, I said that Leila was a very strange girl. This time, I have concluded that Kyleigh follows in those footsteps. She threw Sirius to the ground and flirted outrageously with him, and of course, being Sirius, he flirted back. I couldn't make fun of them as much as I wanted to though, because I was being damned to Leila's poor flirting skills at that time – it wasn't fun at all, let me say that one right out. I played along to humor her (since I'm such a nice guy and all that), but it was torture for me. I wanted to flirt with Lily, giggle with Lily, and smile at Lily, but inevitably, Lily tried to go back into the castle rather than fight with us. Kyleigh saw, and she threw a snowball at Lily's head, and it hit the target.

Lily whipped around when she realized that she'd been hit by one of us, and with an extremely sexy fire in her eyes, she pelted us with snowballs again. To humor her and to make up for bothering her before, I convinced Sirius to let her hit him, and I allowed her to completely douse me in snowball-water. Sirius wasn't too happy about it, but I promised to pay him five Galleons later; that sorted things out quickly for him. I worried a little that what I was doing wasn't right – we were capable of better aim – but when we finished our battle and I saw Lily smile with pride at "hitting" us, I knew that it was worth it. I was in love with her; I had to be good to her, didn't I?

We nearly had a moment of friendliness when we were resting though; Sirius ruined it, unfortunately. Kyleigh had told Lily that she was a good snowball fighter, but Sirius opened his bloody mouth and said something perverted, which made her run inside. I had been livid; Lily had almost been nice to me!

"Sirius, why did you say that?!" I howled. "Lily wasn't mouthing us off until you went and said something bloody stupid!"

"Sorry mate," Sirius said. "But that Evans is way too sensitive; I could have said that her coat made her look fat and she would have run upstairs the same way."

"Why would you tell her she looked fat?" Leila asked. "She would kick your arse."

"It was an example," Sirius said, scowling. "Lily is a wimp."

I slapped Sirius's arm when he said that, and so did Kyleigh and Leila. "You are so rude," Leila snapped. "Don't call Lily a wimp. She whines a lot, sure, but she's not a wimp; she can handle herself."

"She's just in the middle of a screwed-up time," Kyleigh explained. "Four guys like her right now, and she's not sure what to do."

"Four?" I nearly fell back when I heard that. "Who?"

"Well, you, for one," Kyleigh listed. "Then Snape, Chris, and Remus."

"So Remus does like her? And Snivelly does too?" I had to double-check; I had to make them pay a very dear price if Kyleigh said that they loved her.

"Yes, we think so," Leila said, taking over and fluttering her eyelashes at me. "Snape always tries to catch an opportunity to talk to her, and Lily tells us that Remus either smiles at her or talks to the floor. We see those as signs of affection."

"They are," I said through gritted teeth. "That's what he does when he likes someone. This is a bit of a problem. I have to go now; it's been lovely, but I have a bit of business to take care of."

"Bye James," Leila said nearly drunkenly, giggling.

"Erm, bye," I said, scooting away the moment she opened her mouth.

I tore up to my dormitory, changed at light-speed, and began to pace the room, thinking about what to do. Remus had mentioned the other day that we would have a full moon again in a little over a week, so that made perfect timing; I was free to wander the school and get some punishments up for Snivelly for trying to take my girl. I could see it in my mind's eye; I could steal some make-up from a girl somewhere and charm it so that it was permanently stuck for a few days, I could screw up his dormitory with Gryffindor streamers or something, I could let a mass of bugs and insects into his pants during class…the possibilities were endless. The question, however, was which of those punishments I would choose.

Eventually, I decided on collecting bugs and insects starting tomorrow so that I would have a wide selection by the full moon in a week and a half. I probably wouldn't be able to see him suffer, unfortunate though it was, but if he was miserable, I figured that it would be worth it, even if I wasn't there. Everyone around him would see it though, providing entertainment for them, and I could always convince one of them to take photos and give them to me, so it seemed to be a pretty good idea. I even decided to leave an anonymous note – Keep out of my girl's pants and I'll keep bugs out of yours. Yes, that would work. I laughed evilly as I worked out the logistical problems of it in my head; this would be perfect.

There was also the problem of Remus. What could I do about him? He liked Lily, which was not acceptable to me, but at the same time, he was my best friend. Remus is a good person – solid, dependable, and trustworthy – which made it difficult to annihilate him without remorse. I have decided that I am not going to punish him at all; Lily is never going to have a romance with him or anything, so it should be safe. If anything happens, I will, of course, step in and murder Remus, but it probably will be just that – a crush.

As for that horrible Chris Daniels; Chris will find something very damaging to his health coming his way if he goes too far with Lily. I don't think he's asked her out yet, but if he does, then there will be trouble. I don't like him at all anyway; if he tries to put his filthy paws on my girl, then I have even more reason to murder him. It all works, doesn't it? If Chris isn't alive, then Lily will have to be around me out of emotional necessity – she would need a shoulder to cry on, and I would be there and ready. Then she'd discover she liked me, and we'd get married and have kids and be happy together – all because I put arsenic in Chris's food. I lost myself in fantasies for a little while before walking outside again; I was hungry, and a trip to the kitchens would probably quench that.

After the kitchens, I wrote everything in this stupid diary. I don't even know why I write in here. It's just a book; why do I tell it everything? Why do I suddenly feel better after I write in it? It shouldn't be that way. I don't like this bloody diary. I don't want to have to feel like this lifeless book knows me better than my friends do. I'm not going to write in it again. Never. Ever. I'm done.

Good-bye, stupid journal who I talk to like a real person for whatever reason; never again will you make me feel like some sissy who has to write in a diary. I am a man, and men don't write in diaries.

A/N: Yes, I assure you that James will indeed write again. :D And before you tell me – yes, I meant for James not to know about Chris dating Lily. He will find out later, but I won't tell you how, because it'll ruin my humungous surprise ending. :P But yeah, James plans on putting bugs in Snape's pants in a couple of chapters, so now you have something to look forward to! And don't forget to review; I still want reviews and opinions. :)