A/N: Okayy you Potterheads. Here is another chapter! So, this is my third story that I've written, and I can definitly say, that this chapter is one of my favorites. lol. Im kinda proud of myself; and I hope you guys like it! Thanks to: DramioneFan120, My Thunder, andd JessaShelby. It official, you guys are awesome! ^_^

A couple days before James' date with Lily, he was sitting in the Library with Sirius and Remus. They had their heads together, and were laughing. Madam Ridge walked by their table for the third time, shooting them glares that any troll would be proud of.

Finally the three pushed their parchments under books and grinned at each other, clearing his throat, Sirius looked around and smirked, 'Ah.. lookie here.'

James followed his friends pointed finger and grinned, 'Snivellus! I'm so glad you choose this moment to grace us, with your.. hooked nose.'

Snape looked up from his potions book, his eyes were crossed, and it took him a moment to realize who was talking to him. When he focused on Potter and his friends, he grimaced, 'Couldn't come up with anything new, Potter? You have to resort to first year insults? Pathetic.'

James grinned at his friends, and leaned back in his chair. 'I don't see them being pathetic.. if their true.' Sirius nodded in agreement, 'Did you get that nose from your mummy?'

Severus arched a brow, 'At least I know my mother is in perfect health. Can you say the same for yours?'

James stood up, and cracked his knuckles, 'What's that supposed to mean?'

Snape smiled, showing his teeth, 'Oh just a question?' Picking up his books, he looked at the two boys on either side of Potter, 'Your parent's don't stand a chance.' He turned to leave but didn't get far. For James had grabbed his robe, and spun him around, 'You wanna dance Potter? You should have just asked.'

'What the hell are you talking about?' James shouted at him, and slammed him into the nearest bookcase, 'Huh?'

Smirking, Snape raised his brow again, 'Temper, temper.' He shook his head, and glanced at James' hands. 'You might want to remove your hands. Or else.'

'Or else what?' James slammed him into the bookshelf again, 'What are you talking about?'

Laughing, Snape twisted out of James' grip. 'Just stating. Your parents are very good at meddling when it comes to the Dark Lords affairs. He isn't happy.'

With that, Severus stalked off. James looked at his two best friends. Remus grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the Library. Sirius grabbed their book bags and books, and raced after them. Not one of them said a word until they were outside.

James paced in front of the castle, a frown on his face, 'What is he talking about?'

Sitting down, Sirius put his head in his hands and sighed, 'I don't know.' Looking up, he said quietly, 'It's not a secret that your parents aren't pleased with the way Voldemort is going about things.'

'Can you blame them?' James yelled, 'He's going about killing muggle-borns!' He slammed his hands into a tree.

Remus looked at his friend, frowning, 'Prongs... when did you speak with your parents last?'

Sighing, James dragged a hand through his hair, and sat down. 'I dunno. My mum wrote last week. But I haven't had the chance to reply yet.'

Sitting next to his friend, Remus laid a hand on his shoulder, 'You should write her. See if anything strange is going on.'

Nodding his head, James reached for his bag. Once he pulled out fresh parchment and a quill, he wrote a quick letter to his mum.

Mum.
Sorry it took so long to reply, and that it's such a short one at that. But I need to ask, is everything okay with you and dad? Are you still searching for a way to stop Voldemort?
I'm worried. I know I should trust you two. You know what you're doing. But I can't help it.
Write me at once, please. I need to know you guys are okay.
I love you.
James.

Jumping up, James looked at his friends, 'I'm going to run up and mail this quickly.'

Nodding, the two stood up, Sirius smiled at his friend, 'Meet you in the common room.'

x-X-x

Sirius and Remus walked towards the Gryffindor common room with slow feet. 'Do you think Snape was serious? Or just trying to get a rise out of Prongs?' Sirius asked, with a heavy heart.

Remus shook his head and sighed, 'I really wish I could say he was going for getting a rise.. but.. I don't have a good feeling..'

'Me neither.' Sirius frowned, and looked at the ground, 'Maybe.. I should have a talk with Regalus.'

'I don't think that will do any good.' Remus looked at his friend, 'You guys haven't spoken since before you left for the Potters. Do you really think he's going to tell you anything you want to know?' Remus asked.

'No.' The two walked on in silence until the reached the portrait of the fat lady, 'Treacle Fudge.' They climbed through the portrait and sat in front of the fire. 'Damn it!' Sirius cried out, 'We can't just sit here.'

He jumped up and started pacing, we can't just sit here! But what can we do? A voice inside his head argued, we don't even know if Snape was serious. We need to sit back, and wait for the Potters to reply. Everything will be fine. Sirius shook his head, and frowned, Everything better be fine. The Potters were his parents. Just as James, Remus, and Peter were his brothers.

'Remus? Sirius?' Sirius looked up, to see Lily standing next to the couch. Her lip caught between her teeth. 'Is everything alright?'

Sharing a look with Remus, Sirius sat, and smiled. 'Of course everything's alright Lily-pad.'

Rolling her eyes, Lily sat on an adjacent armchair, 'Good. You seemed.. upset.'

Snorting, Remus stood, 'Don't worry Lil's. It's nothing.' He walked away.

Lily sat back, and watched Sirius. He was staring into the fire, a frown on his face. Five minutes passed in silence, when she sighed, 'Have you seen James?'

Looking up, Sirius smiled, 'Yeah. He was running to the Owlery, to mail a letter to his mum.'

Smiling, Lily stood up, 'I think I'll go look for him.' She gave a little wave, and exited the common room.

Lily was playing with the strands of her hair; her lower lip caught between her teeth. She sat on the bottom of the steps, in front of the great hall. She had walked to both the Owlery and Quidditch pitch, but couldn't find James. So she decided it would be easier if she just sat somewhere and waited for him.

It had been at least ten minutes before she heard anyone walking about. But instead of the noise coming from the grounds, or even above her, they were coming from the dungeons. Turning her head, she looked to the left, and watched a group of Slytherins walk towards her. In the front of the group was Severus Snape. He was laughing, until he spotted her. 'Lily.'

She shot a look at him, and turned her nose up at his friends. 'Oh, look it there. The mudblood thinks she's better than us!' Avery cried out, laughing. He took a step towards her, a smirk on his face.

Sitting straighter, Lily huffed, 'HA! I don't think I'm better then you...' She trailed off, and smirked, 'I know I am.' She stood, and wiped off the seat of her pants. 'Now, if you.. gentlemen, will excuse me.. I've got somewhere to be.'

Avery stepped towards her, grinning, 'Not so fast, mudblood.' The group laughed. Severus stood in the back, staring at the girl who was once his best friend.

Shaking her head, Lily gave a humorless laugh, 'And why, would I want to stay here?' She asked.

Stepping closer, Avery pushed her shoulder. Lightly, almost so light that she didn't notice. Her body didnt move, but she curled her nose in disgust. 'Don't ever touch me, again.' She said, anger making her voice shake.

'Or what?' Avery leaned towards her. Lifting her hair, he smirked, 'Oh Merlin. There's some mud in your hair. You should really wash that out. It might, if you're lucky, get rid of that stench.' He shuddered, then grinned, 'I mean. You don't wanna walk around smelling like filth, do you?'

Lily laughed, and slapped his hand away. She slid her hand in her school robe, and wrapped her long, narrow fingers around her wand. Smiling, she stepped closer to him, 'and what about you? Are you going to bathe?' Laughing lightly, 'I mean, who in their right mind would wanna walk around smelling like troll?'

Avery smiled, and looked over his shoulder at his friends. In that second Lily pulled out her wand, and held it to his throat. Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, 'If you come near me again, I swear to Merlin I will hex your ass to France!'

She stepped back, and looked at the group in disgust. She was about to turn around when she felt Avery lay his hand on her arm. He tightened his fingers and laughed, 'Is that so?'

Whirling around, Lily threw her fist at him. It landed in the middle of his face. She had the satisfaction of hearing the bone break. She watched him lean forward, and grip his face with his hands. Pulling her right knee up, she slammed it into his stomach.

Smiling slightly, Lily watched Avery fall to the ground groaning. She looked at him, and laughed; a light, musical sound. 'That my boys,' She paused, and looked at the group of shocked Slytherins, 'is how mudbloods fight.' Smiling, she walked towards the group. She stopped in front of Severus.

His lips formed a tight line, and his face was sickly pal. Leaning in, Lily whispered in his ear, 'Don't ever, talk to me again.' She leaned back, and met his gaze with her own. 'I want nothing to do with you, or your,' Looking at the boys standing about, she frowned, 'friends.'

Lily Evans, turned on her heel, and walked out the front doors.

x-X-x

As soon as the doors shut behind her, Lily let out a shuddering breath. Leaning against the castle, she sighed. Sliding down, she wrapped her arms around her knees and laid her head down. She let out a strangled cry, then another. Soon enough, tears were falling down her cheeks, and she could do nothing to stop them.

She sat there; thinking about everything. Finding out she was a witch was one of the best things that had happened to her. The only thing she regretted was the fact that her sister, Petunia, wanted nothing to do with her anymore. They were the best of friends as children. Then Lily got accepted into Hogwarts, and Petunia didn't.

Sighing, Lily wiped at her eyes, and looked at the night sky. Even though her sister hated her, the eleven year old little girl she used to be, was excited. She was heart-broken that her best friend wouldn't talk to her at the breakfast table. But the strange boy from around the corner did. He told her anything she wanted to know about who she was. He explained that no matter what she was told, she wasn't a freak. He told her, that even though she was muggle-born, it wouldn't matter.

Then she came to school. And it was wonderful. The classes. The people. She fell in love with everything that came with magic. The only problem she had in the beginning was that her best friend was in a different house. It wasn't until spring of her first year that she found out being a muggle-born did in fact, matter. Her house mates didn't care. And neither did her best friend. Everything was fine. It wasn't until her fourth year that things started to change. Voldemort was gaining followers. And he was gaining them fast.

And her best friend, believed in what he had to say. Severus never came straight out and said it. But the people he chooses to hang out with proved it to her. Then during the end of her fifth year, her best friend said the one thing that could end their friendship. Severus joined his fellow Slytherins that day. He too, called her a mudblood. And she couldn't get over it. How was she supposed to?

Sighing she laid her head on her arms again, and sniffled. That's how James found her. Knees pulled to her chest; her hair covering her face. At first he smiled, until he heard a sniffle come from behind her hair. Then his smile turned into a scowl, and his eyes darkened. Walking towards her, he said, 'Who hurt you? Cause I swear, I will hurt them worse!'

Looking up, Lily gave him a watery smile, 'Hi.'

'Hi.' James smiled, and sat next to her, 'What's the matter Lily-flower?'

Lily laughed, and looked at the boy next to her. With a sigh, she said, 'I'm a mudblood.'

James shot a look at her, and grabbed her hand, 'Listen to me!' He cried. Holding her one hand between his two, he looked her in the eye, 'You are not a mudblood. You are muggle-born.'

'What's the difference?' Lily asked, tears falling from her eyes.

'Aw, Sweetie. Don't do that!' James brushed her tears away with his thumbs, and frowned. Looking at the girl next to him, James reached out, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 'Lily. You are so much more than you think! Yeah, you might be muggle-born. But those who matter, and care about you; they don't care if your parents can use a wand, or not.' He traced his fingers down her jaw, and smiled. 'Those who matter, don't care!'

Lily looked at James, and gave a small smile, 'Does it bother you? Me being a muggle-born?'

His eyes twinkling, James leaned close to her and smiled, 'That, my lovely Lily-flower,' He trailed off and linked his fingers with hers. 'Is one of the things I love about you.'

Looking in his eyes, Lily smiled. 'Thank you!' she said. A blush crept up her cheeks, and she gave a small laugh, 'Your thoughtfulness is one of the things I love about you!'

'Oh, yeah?' James grinned, and looked at her. 'What else do you love about me?' But Lily just smiled, and shook her head. 'Fine. Wanna know what else I love about you?' When Lily just looked at him he continued. 'I love your hair; the color, the smell,' He ran his hand through it, and smiled, 'the texture of it.' He ran his finger across her cheek to her nose, 'Your nose. I love the freckles on it. And the way it scrunches when you laugh, or when you're embarrassed. Yeah, just like that.

'I love how you're more than willing to help a first year, when they've dropped their books in the hall. Or how you'll stay after potions, to help Professor Slughorn clean up the cauldrons.' He smiled, and looked her in the eyes, 'I love your laugh. Your strength, your humor, your walk.' Taking a deep breath, he said 'Lily. I just.. love you.'

Lily gasped, and looked at him. Her eyes were wide, and she knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn't do anything to close it. James Potter just told her that he loved her. Her. He loved her. Narrowing her eyes, she licked her lip, 'H-how can you say that. We've only been on one date!' She said, her heart beating fastly in her chest.

James smiled slightly, 'Lily. I've loved you for at least three years now.' She still stared at him, her eyes wide. They reminded him of a deer, all wide, and unblinking. 'And unless you tell me not to, I'm about to kiss you. Right now.'

Lily watched as he leaned close to her, pausing an inch away from her. She felt his breath against her cheek, and she bit her lip. Looking up, she saw his eyes focused on her. They were a dark brown, darker then the day in Hogsmeade. She stared into them, and then on a sigh, Lily leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

James smiled against her mouth, and pulled her onto his lap. One hand at the bottom of her back, another in her hair. He sighed against her mouth, and shut his eyes. Tilting his head to the left, he deepened their kiss.

Lily bite back a moan, and wrapped her hands around James' neck; she slide one hand up into his hair and let the strands slide between her fingers. She let James deepen the kiss, and opened her mouth wider, gasping when his tongue touched hers.

They sat like that, her on his lap, for a while, until he pulled away. He leaned his forehead against hers, and sighed. Breathing heavy, he kissed her nose, 'Lily.' He sighed, and kissed her forehead.

Lily smiled, and slid her hands down his back. 'We should go in. We don't want to get caught by Filch.'

'Mmm.' James shook his head, 'No. I don't wanna.'

Laughing, Lily climbed off him, and held out her hand, 'And why not?'

After he stood, James pulled her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he said into her hair, 'What if, we go inside, and find out this never happened.'

'What do you mean?' Lily asked, looking up.

James brushed his hair out of his eyes, and smiled, 'I don't want to go inside, and you go back to hating me.'

'James.' Lily sighed, and laid her head against his chest, 'I haven't hated you since we went to Hogsmeade.'

'Oh, yeah?' James grinned, 'Did my charm win you over?'

'I don't know. Something won me over.' Lily smiled against his chest.

'Well.. doesn't matter. I'm just glad you don't hate me no more.' Pulling back, James looked at her, 'Lil's.' He licked his lips, 'I don't want..' He trailed off and frowned, 'I mean.. its ju-' Sighing he shook his head.

Lily laughed, 'Why James, are you at a loss for words?' When all he did was frown, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin. 'So.. for as long as you're kissing me, can it just be me?'

Narrowing his eyes, James repeated what she just said. 'Wa- as long as I'm kissing you? Lily Evans, are you saying we're going to be doing this often?' Lily blushed, and bit her lip. 'Why, I never!' James looked at her, and grinned, 'I don't just kiss any girl, Miss Evans.'

When Lily just laughed, he grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips, 'Lily Evans, will you be my girlfriend?' He asked, a smile on his lips, 'I promise to let you kiss me whenever you want!'

Laughing, Lily stood on tiptoes, and kissed him, 'Well if that's the only way.. then.. yeah!'

A/N: There. I hope you guys like it! I think it turned out well! ((Oh yeah, plus Im sorry for the long period between the updates!))

-Lorrinda