Hey guys! Ok, so I thought this chapter was really cute cuz James gets all concerned and worried over Lily ^^ n'all. So I hope y'all like it too!

Enjoy :)

Lily groaned as she forced herself into a seated position. Her entire body was sore, and her head hurt like hell. She quickly grew aware of her surroundings and noticed that she was in the hospital wing. Stretching her arms out a bit, she noticed a lean figure seated on the bed right next to her. She shook her head to clear her cloudy head and raised an eyebrow.

"James?"

He was still dressed in his grimy Quidditch gear and was currently dozing with his head leaning against the wall; Lily almost felt bad for waking him up- he looked so innocent with his mischief-tinted eyes closed and his skin pale and smooth under the dim lighting. His eyelids fluttered open at the sound of name, and it took him a moment to realize that Lily had awoken.

As soon as he saw her, however, he leaped out of bed and adjusted his glasses, crying,"Lily! Merlin's beard, are you all right? That was a nasty hit you had there!"

"Yeah... just a bit sore, I guess..." Lily stammered. Pretending to pout, she cried," It was your bloody abs that were supposed to get hit, not my face!"

James let out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair while gazing intensely at her.

She shifted uncomfortably. "So... what exactly happened?"

Madam Pomfrey, who had just entered the room, snorted. "I'll tell you what happened. You took a horrible hit to the head- blue bruises lining your head, red splotching your supra-orbital node, your lymphatic liquids almost seeping through-" she paused as James let out a squeamish noise-"anyway, this young man carried you all the way from the field, refusing to bloody leave until you woke. Merlin, couldn't even eat my own dinner without him asking how you were every five minutes!"

By now, James was flushing a furious red, but Lily was too shocked to notice.

"D-dinner?" she yelped. "How long was I out?"

"All day..." James sighed, offering her a sheepish smile.

"All- what? But Potter! Your classes!" Lily cried out furiously. "The Potions exam today!"

"Head Boy, remember?" he smirked, his tense stance slowly easing.

Lily groaned as he chuckled. She tried getting out of bed until she felt a sharp pain burst out from the side of her head. Her vision flashed, and she gasped as her head began violently throbbing, her body slightly swaying.

James's eyes widened, and he quickly grasped her wrists, steadying her.

"Madam Pomfrey demanded you stay the night... oh, and she told me to give you this," he said, reaching for a vial pf something that reeked of a bogie-flavored Bertie Bot's bean...

Lily eyed the bottle warily before setting it down and sighing," Thank you, James... you must be tired too. You should probably be heading back to the common room."

When he did not reply, she looked up to find his eyes full of surprise, his lips slightly parted.

Then she realized her mistake.

"You called me James," he breathed, a wide grin growing on his face.

"I- it doesn't mean anything. My head is spinning, that's all..." she stammered. But even she couldn't hide the pure shock and disbelief behind her words. Bloody hell, what had that bludger done to her?

"Whatever, Potter. But you really should be heading back now," she grumbled, turning away from him to hide her flushed cheeks.

James hesitated slightly before asking,"Are you sure you're all right on your own, Lils? I can stay here if you want..."

For once, Lily flashed him a genuine smile and laughed. Maybe it was just the deranged-mind talking, but she truly appreciated James's assistance. She replied," Thanks, James, but really. I'm fine."

James... how easily it rolled off her tongue...

He perked up at his name, but he seemed to be searching through her eyes for assurance that she was truly all right. Finally, he stood up. "If you're sure-"

"Merlin, I AM! Now SHOO!" she cried laughing, motioning to the door.

James just stood there for a moment, his face blank and expressionless, until he finally leaned down and softly kissed her on the cheek, inches away from her bruises.

She went rigid as she inhaled his musky scent. His hands gently cupped her face, his finger gently stoking her jaw, until he pulled away and whispered," Get better soon, Lils..."

Slowly standing up, he began walking away. Lily struggled to rid of the feeling of his hot breath against her neck, but she managed to call out," Three days, Potter."

He stopped and looked back. "What?"

She cursed herself... maybe she was just being stupid. Nevertheless, she persisted," Until Hogsmeade... three days."

A lopsided grin broke out across his face as he raised an eyebrow. "Ah... so are you reconsidering your thirty minutes then, Evans?"

Lily rolled her eyes and laughed, surprised at how relaxed she sounded when her mind was actually whirring intermittently. "Not a chance, Potter!"

"You'll regret it..."

"Really? And why might that be?"

"Because... the nearest dark, secluded room in Hogsmeade is approximately fifteen minutes away, and I do not think that will leave us with enough time to-"

"JAMES!" Lily shrieked as she threw her pillow at him, her eyes widening and her face burning. "OUT. NOW!"

James chuckled as he dodged the pillow and made his way to the exit. At the doorway, he paused and turned back to Lily. "Are you sure-"

"GO!"

He bowed to her, grinning, and said," Until tomorrow, then, my fair Evans..."

Lily waited until his echoing footsteps died down before she released the breath that she had been holding for the past minute. She sunk back down into her bed, relaxing, but immediately began eyeing her pillow longingly, wishing she hadn't been so quick to dispose of it.

Bloody hell. What had just happened?

First, she called the git James,

Then, she actually smiled at him...

Then... then, he kissed her,

And she loved it...