Disclaimer: For the...wow, 65th time in this story, I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is the peniultimate chapter, if you hadn't already guessed from the chapter title! There may be an tiny little cliffhanger.
You have been warned!
Thank you for all of your reviews, and as the sequel is set two months ish after this story, they will still be in their seventh year. Therefore, not
all loose ends will be wrapped up by the end of this, but most of them will!
Okay, I've blabbered on enough! Get ready for Lily to have an absolutely terrible day!
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I'm dozing on the sofa when James comes sneaking in at five in the morning. I'm exhausted and I just don't have the strength to yell at him yet, so I just get up without a word and climb the stairs, ignoring his little squeak of surprise; he obviously thought I was asleep.
I feel terrible, letter shoved into my book as a makeshift bookmark, and I groan as I catch a look at myself in the mirror, putting everything down and going to have a shower. I'm undressed and about to wash my hair when I realise that I've run out of shampoo, letting out a huff of annoyance. I bend down to pick up the bar of soap and bang my head on the little shelf in the shower when I go to stand back up again.

Swearing violently under my breath, I wrap a towel around myself, wrestling furiously with the doorknob, which is stubbornly refusing to open, trying desperately to hold up my towel with the other. My clothes are wrinkled and creased, and I shove them on hastily, brushing through my inexplicably knotty hair, wincing. Snatching up my wand and thrusting it into my pocket, I go to rush out and stub my toe on the edge of the cabinet.
"Owww!" Hopping around on one foot, I glare at the bedside table accusingly and shuffle slowly past it, walking carefully down the stairs.
6:37 am.
James is on the sofa, prodding at his arm with a curious look on his face, and I sweep past him, then spin around.
"Have you seen a letter, Potter?"
"Huh?"
"A letter. Addressed to me. McGonagall said she'd have it sent up here."
He tries to look nonchalant.

"No."
"Really? It's just really important, she said."
"Oh?"
"She said she would have it put on the desk."
"No, it was on the-"
James trails off with a horrified look on his face, and I hold up the letter from Doris.
"If you ever read my mail again, I will hex you so hard that your grandchildren feel it."
"Evans-"
I tuck the letter into my pocket and leave, snarling as the door hits me in the side as soon as I'm out in the corridor.
"What is today's problem?"


"Wednesdays." I hiss viciously, picking up the textbook that just fell from the shelf onto my foot. "I hate Wednesdays."
"What's wrong with Wednesdays?" Peter comes and sits next to me in the library.
"Everything. They are evil days, Wednesdays. Evil, and vindictive, and mean, and-"
"Grumpy?"
Sirius ruffles my already terrible hair, and I smack his arm, hard.
"Merlin, Lilybug, what's got your knickers in a twist? Is it that time of the month?"
I smack him again. "As a matter of fact, yes, but it does not impede my ability to hex you until you resemble nasty green sludge if you suggest such a thing again."

"I would've thought you'd be happy, Lilybug." He straddles the chair opposite, sensibly just out of my reach. "You know, Prongs breaking up with Darren and all."
"And why would that make me happy?" I say tiredly, looking down at my essay, which has just been ruined by the tipped-over inkwell.
"I don't know, maybe your infatuation with a certain Quidditch player."
"I feel nothing for Diggory, Sirius, you know that."
"That's not what I meant! Stop avoiding the subject!""
"But it's such fun." I mumble quietly, stick my tongue at him and reach into my bag for another roll of parchment.
"You don't need to." Peter says suddenly, and points his wand at the parchment. "Tergeo."
"Oh, of course. Thanks Peter." I shake my head wearily. "I don't know where my head is today. I think I'm just going to go to bed."
"This early?" Peter squints down at his watch. "It's like...half eight."
"I'm tired."
Sirius kisses me quickly on the lips, and I'm shocked for a second, then remember: we're still pretending.
I wish it was him kissing me.
My thoughts are straying to dangerous territory, and I start walking faster to clear my head.

James clomps in from Quidditch practise ten minutes later, traipsing mud all over the floor.
"Shoes." I point at them irritably, and he rolls his eyes before taking his muddy boots off and propping them up by the door.
"You know, I...I...you're so annoying!" I'm mad, and it spills from my mouth before I can think.
"I'm annoying? Says Miss Neat Freak."
"Says Mr Hypocrite!"
"How am I a hypocrite?"
"You...you just are!"
"Oh, well, that's mature."
"Argh! Just...just shut up! Shut up and go away, James Potter, because you have completely messed me up!"
"I've messed you up? You have messed with my head again and again, going with Sirius to make me jealous, hurting the one person I thought that cared about me, saying you loved me and then just leaving, I thought you cared about me, I thought you trusted me, but no, you left like a little girl because I was doused with love potion! Did you ever think how that would have made me feel? I woke up, and you were gone!"
I stumble backwards like I've been slapped, then hiss out a retort.
"You can talk! You left me to be Head Girl on my own! You drove me to leaving, and then you came to get me when you had a girlfriend!"
"I drove you to leaving?" He yells angrily.
"Yes!" I shout. "Yes, you did! I left because of you!"
"Maybe it was good you did!"
"What did you say?"
"I said maybe it was good that you left!"

"I..I..." I'm so overcome with rage I'm shaking, and it's hard to think. "I hate you!"
"Well I hate you too!"
We're both standing there, breathing heavily, eyes flaring, fists clenched. Then we move as one.

I shove him up against the wall, and his hands are around my neck and his lips crash down on mine and we're kissing furiously, all anger and force and passion, teeth clashing and noses bumping and all I can think is James James James.

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She-who-is-literally-giggling-out-loud-as-this-one xx