Where had everything gone wrong? Just six months ago everything had been perfectly fine. Hell, it wasn’t even Christmas yet and things had somehow gotten so irreversibly screwed up. There were spells to turn my hair green and sort my pocket change, so why wasn’t there a spell that could take this all back?

“Lily, please. This is beyond brilliant. The Marauders can’t compete with this one.” Pippa gave me a lopsided smile, her golden eyes sparkling.

Sirius met my eyes and gave me a small smile and I saw Remus whisper something in his ear, though I couldn’t hear it. Why did I feel like I was about to be executed?

“Here’s to the end of another year,” Sirius toasted and we all took a drink. The firewhiskey burned as it when down my throat but the taste was pleasant.

The days of Hogwarts as we knew it were long gone… enter the reign of the Hogwarts Confessional.

Just a year ago what I would’ve given anything to hear Potter say he was giving up on me. So why did it hurt so much to hear him say it now?

Maybe I’d be lucky and what I thought were feelings for Potter turned out to be something else, like a disease... 

“This is beyond weird,” Pippa sighed, shaking her head. Sirius looked over at her, confused. She turned to meet his gaze. “James and Lily are actually being civil to each other.”

Sirius pulled me back quickly as a figure appeared through the smoky light. I held my breath and stayed as still as I could as we watched the dark figure move towards us. 

“I don’t still like him,” Pippa said again turning back towards the mirror, and I couldn’t tell if she was trying to convince me or herself.

I bit my lip, knowing the veritaserum would make me answer honestly. This was definitely not good.

I paused, staring at confession #134: “My favorite flowers are forget-me-nots because they are your favorite”.  I took a deep breath and glanced up at my forget-me-not vase on my nightstand.

I couldn’t let him win this jealousy game. Even if he didn’t feel anything for me anymore I could still make him incredibly uncomfortable. Forget being mindful of PDA. It’s on.

“I can’t really put my finger on it,” I said, breaking Marley’s gaze. “I keep thinking that the only reason we’re back together is because I was trying to make Potter jealous.”

Curious, I dropped my bag and crept slowly towards Potter’s door. I positioned myself quietly next to the door, listening intently for any snippet of conversation I could overhear.

        “You know she’s just jealous,” Pippa rolled her eyes, her hand softly combing through my wavy red hair. “She knows she has competition.”
            “Or she’s just a clingy, whiny, overly-protective, pathetic excuse for a girlfriend,” Sirius grumbled with a sour expression on his face.

Whispering…they were whispering. Those students over there are huddled over something, whispering behind their hands, laughing silently about whatever they were looking at.

“Miss Evans, you are aware that you are risking expulsion by turning yourself in?” Dumbledore asked, resting his elbows on his desk and gazing over his hands at me.

Students stared at us as we passed and we all knew why. It was common knowledge now that we were the ones responsible for the books. Half the students kept giving us looks of admiration while the other half threw us dirty looks every time we passed. We could hardly care less though, as long as we were friends again.