A/N: Chapter 5:Red. The follow up to Mistletoe.

He pulled away and she stumbled back, the enchanted mistletoe releasing its grip on her. He was grinning at her, a grin that was so close to being a smirk that she felt something bubble up inside her. She didn't know what but the logical part of her brain said anger, and she always listened to the logical part of her brain. Ignoring the part that said anger had never felt quite like this, she stepped forward and slapped him.

Then she turned and stormed down the hall, Mary at her heels. She needed air so she slipped out the main doors despite the cold. Her and Mary sat on the steps a long time in silence. Shivering but neither moving.

Lily felt something warm wrap around her shoulders. She immediately leaned into it, without thought. Then she stiffened when she saw Mary had not moved and was staring behind her. She turned to see Potter behind her, his jacket wrapped around her shoulders. She stood up, flinging the jacket back at him, immediately conscience of the loss of it's warmth.

"What do you want Potter." she growled at him.

"Calm down Lilykins, I just want to talk to you."

"I don't feel like talking."

"Fine, then just listen." She nodded her head stiffly, glaring at him. "I'm sorry about the whole mistletoe thing."

Lily was taken aback at the apology, nodding her head and letting a small smile grace her features. However it was short lived as Potter continued.

"But it's all part of Christmas. Seriously you need to get into the Christmas spirit. And it was just a bit of fun."

"Just a bit of fun?" she finally spoke up, her voice harsh. "You kissed me."

"We were under the mistletoe."

"Do you think I care that we were under the mistletoe? I never said you could kiss me."

"You didn't have to, I know you've always wanted to kiss me." he said, his hand ruffling his hair.

"You pompous, arrogant, dim witted, toe rag."

"Lily! You wound me. What have I ever done to you?"

"Do you not remember freezing over my dorm room?"

"That was an accident."

"Was it? That seems to be one of your more popular excuses. Was what happened with Severus an accident?"

"That wasn't my fault." James said, his voice rising, "He had it coming."

"He had it coming? You're the one who's been bullying him since the first train ride. You're the one who started the whole fiasco, and you dare to tell me it's not your fault?"

"Well if you'd been able to see past your own deluded reality and noticed the things he was dabbling in it never would have come to that."

"That 's right, Potter. Place the blame on the innocent."

"Innocent? He could end up seriously injuring someone with his Dark Arts obsession and you did nothing to stop him."

"But he hasn't injured anyone. You on the other hand."

"Me? I don't deal with dark magic."

"You don't need dark magic to injure people. Just this year you've sent four Slytherins to the hospital wing, and one was a second year."

"It was all in good fun, Evans."

"That's right, as long as somebody's having a good time it's alright." Then she lashed out. Taking a step forward she threw her fist, hitting him squarely in the nose. Blood gushed forth, staining the snow red, as he cried out in pain. "Was that fun, Potter? But I guess it doesn't matter what you think, because that felt really good."

He stared at her in shock, holding his nose.

"Better get that looked at before you bleed out." Then she grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled her inside, leaving James alone, standing in snow that was stained red at his feet.

A/N: This is one of my favourite chapters! I hope you all enjoyed it too, and please review!