Disclaimer: Yes, no, I don't own Harry Potter.
Guys.
I just realised something.
In the last chapter, there wasn't a cliffhanger.
I know what you're thinking: What? No
cliffhanger! What a shame!
Guess what that means!
CLIFFHANGER TIME!
Also, do you want me to post the sequel now, or wait until I've finished this story? I'm ready it do it either way.
Enjoy xx

I'm a woman on a mission.
I'm only acting slightly terrifying.
Okay, so I did scare Sirius yesterday. I slammed my book down so hard on the table that he screamed like a girl and fell off the sofa.
It was only a little bit hilarious.

Potter isn't talking to me, but he's bragging to everyone that'll listen that him and dearest Lizzie are in a 'proper, real relationship.'
What were we? Friends with benefits?
In retaliation, I am as nice to him as I possibly can be. It's scaring him, I know, and that makes me happy.
"Hello, James, dear!" I smile sweetly at him as he passes me in the corridor, and Lizzie ushers him away like my evilness is contagious.
"When are you going to leave him alone?" Peter asks me, as we wait outside of Charms.
"Never."

Sirius grabs my hand as we leave the classroom an hour later, and it doesn't feel as weird as it did last week. He's my good friend, and holding his hand feels comforting.
Nothing like holding James'.
But I digress.
Remus bumps me with his shoulder as we go down to the Great Hall for lunch and I turn to look at him.
"Yeah?"
He's trying to conceal a smile. "Look at Elizabeth."
I do so, going on my tiptoes to peer over the person in front's shoulder, and let out a giggle.
She's tried to dye her hair red, and it looks terrible.
"Why did she do that?"
"Because she wants to look like you."
"Why would she want to...but...he doesn't like me anymore." I demand, though it's more of a question that a statement.
Remus sighs. "Okay, Lily. You just keep telling yourself that."
"What's that supposed to mean? Remus?"
He pushes past me into the Great Hall, a small smile on his face, and Sirius grins as we go to sit down.
"You really don't get it, do you, Lilybug?"
"Get what? Honestly, one of these days, I'm going to behead the lot of you."
"Nah, you love me too much to do that." He winks at me, and I force back my laugh.
"Sirius Black, you are insufferable!"
"That's why you like me."
We're still playfully bickering as I shove my bag under the table and reach for the plate of rolls at the same time that Potter does. He blushes at the same time as I do, and Sirius knocks his goblet over, spilling pumpkin juice all over Peter's plate.
"You moron, Sirius!" Peter huffs, picking up his dripping plate, but I smile at Sirius gratefully, knowing that he did on purpose.

Alice sits down on my other side. "Budge up, Lils."
Moving over to give her more space, I bite my lip and look at the roll on my plate and decide I'm not hungry. I pick up my bag, and they all look up at me.
"Where are you going?"
"For a walk. I'm not hungry. Besides, I need to go and get my Potions essay."
"Do you want me to come?" Sirius frowns at me, and Remus and Peter nod as well, looking at me questioningly.
"No, I'm fine. See you in a bit."
Sirius squeezes my hand and I leave the Hall, re-adjusting my bag on my shoulder.
I lied, I don't need to get my Potions essay. I'm just going outside.
I need to walk.

The air is cold and bitter, and I dig out my scarf from the depths of my bag and wrap it around my neck, burrowing into its warmth. There are a few fourth years down by the lake, so I go the other way, down past Hagrid's hut and towards the outskirts of the Forest. It looks decidedly dark and gloomy, despite the dazzling sun, and I deviate along up to the clearing me and Alice discovered in third year one Saturday. There's a bench there, and I go to sit on it, taking my bag off and laying back slightly, looking at the trees.
A noise nearby makes me jump, and my hand flies to my pocket, but it's just Sirius, who's pulling something out of a packet.
"I thought I said I was fine."
"I know." Sirius nods. "But darling Lizzie was getting on my nerves."
He sits down next to me and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with the end of his wand and taking a long drag.

With a sigh, I pluck it out of his mouth and drop it, grinding it under my heel, and then hold out my hand for the packet.
"Lily..." He whines.
"Sirius..." I imitate him, smiling victoriously. "Hand them over."
"You're no fun." He pouts, as I vanish the cigarettes with a flick of my wand.
"Ah, you love me really."
I lean against him, and he throws his arm around my shoulder.
"Why did you really come out here, Sirius?"
"I wanted to make sure that you were okay."
"Why are you three so protective of me? Beside, you know, my obvious charm and wit."
He laughs. "Because, no matter what you think, it would kill James if anything happened to you."
"He doesn't care."
"Yes, he does."
"I said I loved him." My voice breaks. "I said I loved him, and he laughed at me."
"Then this is his fault."
"No, I shouldn't have said-"
"You said what he thinks Everytime he looks at you. This is killing him, Lilybug."
"Don't you think it's killing me too?"

I stand up, picking up my bag, and he stands up too, unfazed.
"We should go to class."


"Goodnight guys!" I wave at her, peck Sirius on the cheek and wink at Remus and Peter.
"Night Lily!"
Smiling at them, I leave the common room and walk down the corridor to the Heads' dorms, a place I've come to despise.

Seeing Diggory lounging on the sofa lights something inside of me, and I narrow my eyes as I see a note on the table, addressed to me.
Miss Evans,
I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to break the news to Mister Diggory that he will have to leave the Head Dorms as soon as possible.
Mr Potter has decided to resume his role as Head Boy.
Minerva McGonagall

I read it again.
Mr Potter has decided to resume his role as Head Boy.I laugh, a wonderful joyful laugh, because I don't care if it's Potter coming back, I need Diggory out.
"Oh, Amos..." I sing-song.
"What is it, Evans?"
"Get out!" I drop the letter in his lap, smiling so widely that it hurts, and he frowns, aghast.
"What?!"
"Get out! You're no longer Head Boy!"
"What do you mean, of course I'm..." He reads the letter and falls silent.
"Not anymore, you're not! Get out!"
"But my things-"
"I'll get them!"
I wave my wand, and his trunk comes flying down the stairs, fully packed, like the house elves knew he was going to have to leave.
"Bye Diggory!"
"I hate you." He hisses, dragging his trunk behind me.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

I collapse down the sofa, grinning madly, and let out a whoop of pure joy.
"Thank Merlin!"
I continue to laugh breathily, looking up at the ceiling, and then stop as the door opens with a creak.
"Evans?"
Potter is standing there, dragging his trunk behind him, and I stand up, making my face a cold, clear mask.
"Potter."
I quirk a smile.
"Miss me?"

SQUEEE!
Sorry, I had a momentary lapse of judgement. What was I saying?
AHHHHH! HE WENT BACK TO BEING HEAD BOY! AHHH!
Wow, I need to get this checked out.
Anyway, let me know about the sequel, and please keep going with your great reviews! They really do motivate me to update faster.
Kop khun,
She-who-loves-fanfiction xx