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The roof of the trophy room was intricately carved from the same stone that lined the rest of the castle. The deeply cut lines reached out in arches from the highest corners of the room and embroidered themselves together in the centre, reaching down towards the candelabra that gave off a dim light, casting a dark shadow across the room.

Lily lay on her back, arms placed casually behind her head, green eyes tracing over the cut stone of the roof.

"I am completely at a loss as to how the ceiling has entertained you for the last half an hour Lily Evans."

Lily smiled, still staring at the ceiling. "Well Sirius Black, it's easy to get lost in the intricacies of anything when you are trying desperately to distract yourself."

Lily heard his chuckle before she felt a body lie down just next to hers.

After finishing potions and running swiftly from the room, much to her friends' confusion, Lily spent the rest of the day relatively quietly, in fact no one had heard her speak since.

While Remus, Peter, Lea and Marlene were taken to Hagrid's to work in the forest, and Mary (much to her dismay) was left with Alice and Frank cleaning the candelabras in the corridors, Lily was with Sirius and James cleaning the silver in the trophy room.

After cleaning her section of the trophy cabinet in approximately ten minutes, Lily had silently lay down and not spoken, just blankly staring up at the ceiling. Sirius and James, half-heartedly attempting to polish the silver, couldn't help glancing at the desolate looking redhead trying to distract herself by the roof.

Once Sirius had lay down beside her, she closed up more. A small smile played at her lips but was quickly wiped off when her thoughts turned back to the boy from potions.

"What's up Red?" Sirius questioned jokingly, elbowing Lily softly in her side.

Lily simply smiled haphazardly and shook her head.

"Well," Sirius started, propping up on his elbows, "I'm going to leave James to it. I've got a date." Sirius said proudly, while James groaned softly while polishing the silver.

"You?" Lily's small voice piped up, causing Sirius to turn back to Lily after getting up and causing James' heart to flutter just enough to make him notice. "Sirius Black. I hope you aren't a man whore."

Sirius smirked as he strutted towards the door. "Red, darling. Girls are happy to accompany me on dates. I'm actually rather decent. If you're looking for a man whore," Sirius said turning his head to look at James who met his gaze, "That would be him."

And with a swoosh of his robes Sirius barked a laugh and shut the door behind him.

The silence was deafening. Or whatever the saying is.

It was the first time that Lily and James were together alone since their kiss and the tension was palpable. You could cut it with a knife. Or whatever the saying is.

James was sitting behind Lily, back against the wall, a scrubbing brush in one hand and a silver platter on the floor by his feet.

"Evans," His voice was tentative. His usual confidence receding from the frontline momentarily. It caused Lily's skin to erupt in goose bumps.

"James." She used his first name on purpose.

"I'm sorry Evans." The words were said regretfully, and what Lily thought would be a confession, perhaps an admittance or acceptance, and expression of how he felt about her. After all, the way he had kissed her, of course Lily thought he felt the same for her.

She very quickly realised she was wrong. "It's fine… Potter."

She felt the warmth leave her body as she realised he didn't want her. She began to sit up, facing away from James.

"I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

This made Lily turn her head back to the messy haired boy. "The wrong idea?"

James blushed lightly around his ears. "That I go around kissing every witch that's even remotely attractive."

"I'm only remotely attractive?" Lily questioned with her characterised smirk returning to her freckled face.

James wasn't used to girls being so forward and confident. Lily was just so different.

"No," James said, suddenly finding his big toes extremely interesting, "You're beautiful Lily."

Her breath caught in her chest.

He called her beautiful.

She felt a ball of happiness begin to form deep in her stomach.

But then she remembered what James had said prior.

"Didn't Sirius say that you're a school-proclaimed man whore."

Now James' small smile was replaced with a scowl and paired with two, small frown lines that creased his previously perfect forehead.

"I'm not a man-whore. I just don't like relationships."

"Do em and Ditch em?" Lily coughed with a knowing smirk, but she inwardly felt that she couldn't hide her disappointment at James' apparent lack of commitment.

"I do not do, or ditch em!" James said defensively.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

The silence was deafening. Or whatever the saying is.

Okie, Chappie finished.

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Mischief Managed (For now).