A/N: I don't own HP
Full name: Chapter Thirteen Fourteen: I Told You Werewolves Are Helpful
"Hey Lily, it's me, Remus," Remus called softly as he pushed open the door to her room.
He had to look around for a bit before finding the girl on her window sill, staring out on the moonlit grounds, her red hair a mess, eyes streaked with tears, wearing a tank-top and pajama pants. She glanced at Remus, before turning back to the window.
"Lily, what's the matter?" He walked as close to her as he could before being stopped by her bed.
She sniffed.
"Is it James?" he asked. She nodded.
"I-I think I like him," she wailed.
Remus raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, I love him," she cried, leaning against the window, her pale form reflected back.
"Lily, come down here," Remus said. She complied, jumping down into his arms.
"I can't stand it."
"Why do you think James wouldn't like you?" he asked.
She just cried.
"Let's go for a walk." She just nodded and Remus walked out of the Heads' dorms and up to the seventh floor carrying a crying wench.
When they arrived at a door, Remus stopped and put Lily down. "Go in, it'll make things better."
She stayed firmly by his side.
"Go on, it won't kill you," he said calmly.
"Thanks Rem, I just need some time away from Ja-Potter."
Remus considered her. "Lily," he said before she could go into the room, "if you want to say his name, say it."
Lily smiled slightly and sniffed away a tear. "Thanks again Remus." And she went into the Room of Requirements.
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The first thing that she registered was that it looked like a student dorm, Gryffindor at that. Instead of five four-poster beds, there was one. And it was occupied. And it was a very male occupant. Lily drew closer to see who it was. She saw it was a shirtless James lying face down on the red duvet.
She hesitantly reached out to wake him to find out why he was here, but she pulled it back, watching his face intently. Her confidence was gone, and she ran to the door, only to find it locked. If only...
She walked back to the bed containing a Potter. She bent down and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
What she hadn't been expecting was his eyes opening suddenly, examining her from their vantage on the bed. When he realized who it was he jerked back.
"You were kissing me?" he hissed.
Lily blushed furiously. "Yes, I was. And you'll probably hate me now."
James was surprised. "How could I hate a maiden so fair?"
"Easily."
"So true," he whispered as his hand found its way to the back of Lily's neck, and pulled her down to meet his lips again.
It was shocking how wonderful it was. Lily and James were lost in their...wishes for each other.
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