Disclaimer: Refer to chapter one.

Part Two: Day

The Hospital Wing was unusually busy that morning, and it took Madame Pomfrey a whole five minutes before Lily was finally approached by her.

"Dear, dear, this looks rather serious," she said after Lily admitted to bumping her head. "I'm afraid you have a small concussion. I have an elixir that will help, but it will probably knock you out." She began rummaging through one of her drawers.

"Er," Lily said, unsure of how to proceed, "is there a chance that this concussion could cause...memory loss or something?"

"Aha!" The nurse brought out a small bottle with a purplish liquid swishing around in it. She uncorked the stopper and regarded Lily with a curious expression. "Well, yes, I suppose a bump to the head could cause minor memory loss."

Lily took the proffered bottle and downed it quickly, the tension in her head instantly easing. "Is there some kind of potion that would make the memories come back?"

The nurse raised her eyebrows. "I'm afraid not. The mind is a curious thing, you see." She still looked suspicious, but Lily shot her an innocent smile. Pomfrey turned her attentions to a bed in the corner. "I'll get your potion in a second, Mr. Lupin."

Lily's eyes darted to the sickly looking boy she hadn't yet noticed in the corner. Lily couldn't remember ever seeing Remus the previous night, which was curious, but she suspected that he probably knew more about Potter than she did.

"Remus," she began, but dark spots dotted her vision and she had to lean against one of the beds.

"That must be the potion kicking in," the nurse said, whisking Lily off to a bed.

Lily sighed in frustration, but there was nothing else she could to but to lie back against one of the Hospital Wing pillows and succumb to the overwhelming drowsiness she felt. She was asleep in less than a second.

She woke up to the sound of murmuring.

"-doesn't need to know that, James."

Lily blinked.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The voices sounded vaguely familiar. Lily sat up, her bleary eyes taking in the uniform walls of the Hospital Wing. It felt like an eternity since she had first come in there. How long had she been asleep for?

"Oh, good, you're up." Madame Pomfrey hustled over to her and did a routine check of her head. "Good as new," she proclaimed.

"Lily, you're alive!" James Potter stepped out from behind one of the curtained beds and grinned in her direction. Oh Merlin. She'd almost forgotten about this.

"What day is it?" she asked, to no one in particular.

"Monday. You have classes in an hour," the nurse said.

Lily gasped. "I slept an entire day?"

"That must have been one serious concussion," James remarked, but he looked a little concerned despite the lightness of his tone.

"Can I go now?" She looked towards the nurse, who nodded and scuttled off to aid a continuously barfing first year. Lily slipped out of the bed and attempted to smooth down her hair.

"Do you feel better? Do you want me walk you back to your dormitory?"

Lily couldn't help but feel touched at his concern for her. It was almost cute, really. Well, it would have been cute, if he didn't hate her guts, that is. "I'm perfectly fine, James." She remembered the talk she and Marlene had before she'd gone to the Hospital Wing. It was now or never. "Actually, would you like to take a walk?"

A roguish grin and a tug of the hand later, James was pulling Lily down the corridor. "Where to?"

Lily decided she liked the feeling of his hand in hers. "Let's go to the grounds."

Along they went, until they had reached the beech tree that Lily knew the Marauders liked to frequent. Lily decided she had put it off long enough. "James," she began.

James, on the other hand, appeared to have a different idea. Before she could even open her mouth to explain, she found herself being pressed up against the tree by his lean body, and, a mere second later, being thoroughly snogged.

"Mmm," he murmured against her lips. "I missed you."

"Okay," Lily said, dazed in spite of herself by his dizzying touch. He might be messing around with her, but the fact remained that James Potter was a phenomenal kisser. It was the hormone-ridden teenage girl part of her that had trouble tearing her mouth away.

She let him explore her mouth for a bit, secretly gleeful at the way he had put his fingers under her chin to tip her head back for better access. Though she would never admit it, she might have even kissed him back a little bit. The way he was kissing her though, suggested familiarity. He was kissing her as if they were together – a couple.

Except as far as technicalities went, she was still going out with Davis.

She ripped her mouth away in a fever of indignation. Honestly, what was she doing? The potion she had taken must have muddled her mind. She had strayed far from her original mission: getting to the bottom of the events of that night.

"We can't do this."

James, hopelessly oblivious, smirked against her neck. "Why? Because we'll be late for Charms?"

"No," Lily said, stepping out of his warm embrace, "because I have a boyfriend."

"Do you now?" He grinned, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back up against him. "What's he like, this boyfriend? Not the jealous type, I hope."

Lily sighed exasperatedly. "James, I'm not joking around. I'm going out with Davis, remember?"

She felt him tense and step back a bit. "You mean you still haven't officially broken up yet?"

"Well, yes, but," she cocked her head to the side, "how did you know I was planning on breaking up with him?"

He squinted, almost accusingly, at her. "I'm not sure I understand."

Lily wasn't sure how to best respond to the coldness in his voice. She wasn't in a position to make him upset, not if she wanted to find out what was going on.

"Thank you for, er, helping me out, but this doesn't change the fact we've hated each other for years."

His eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I've never hated you, Lily."

"No need to rewrite history," she said dryly. "You did call me an uptight shrew, after all." She tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible, so as not to let him know how deeply his little quip had hit.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "How many times do I have to apologize for that?"

Once would be nice, she almost snapped. The look on his face, however, made her think otherwise. Perhaps he had apologized. It was just another thing to add to the list of things she couldn't remember. "Look, I have to go get my things for lessons. Thanks for the concern, really."

"Lily." She felt his hand on her wrist as she turned to leave. "Why are you acting like this? Are you mad at me or something?"

Lily sighed. "No, but I don't understand why you're being so nice to me. Is this some kind of prank? Whatever happened Saturday night doesn't change anything. We're still rivals or whatever you want to call it."

He dropped her wrist and his face hardened. "Fine."

"Fine." She nodded primly and once more turned to leave. This time he didn't stop her.

She trudged back to the castle with only the sound of freshly fallen leaves crinkling under her feet to keep her company. She supposed she felt a little bad. James had looked so distressed, she almost believed that he was sincere in his affections for her. Of course, her mind knew better than that. James Potter had hated her since the beginning of sixth year. This was obviously some convoluted plan of his to make her look stupid. She didn't know what she had been thinking trying to get him to give her information. It wasn't as if he was a trustworthy source.

No, the person she should have sought out was Davis. Marlene had said that she had gotten into a row with him. In any case, she needed to figure out what exactly had happened between the two of them.

Lily trekked up to her dormitory and shoved her Charms book and some parchment into her bag. Her hair needed a good brushing and her uniform was hopelessly rumpled, but it would all have to wait. With a wave of her hand to one of her dorm-mates, she was off again.

She briskly walked down the corridor towards Flitwick's classroom, all the while keeping her eyes peeled for any Ravenclaws. She had the misfortune of taking Charms with the Slytherins, but she knew Davis simultaneously had Arithmancy right down the corridor.

She walked up and down the corridor a few times, but it was no use. He had obviously already gone to lessons. She would have to wait until after Charms.

Defeated, she walked lethargically into Charms and sat down, making sure to save a seat for Marlene. The rest of the Gryffindors must have been late because she was practically the only one. She tapped her quill against the desk in her impatience.

Lily glanced to her left at the pack of Slytherins and was alarmed to note that Snape was glaring at her rather menacingly. She looked away, feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't sure what his problem was, considering they hadn't exchanged so much as a word since fifth year. He was probably over there plotting her death or something with his creepy Death Eater friends.

Lily returned to tapping her quill and breathed a sigh of relief when Marlene finally took her took next to her.

"How'd it go with Potter?" Marlene whispered. Flitwick had taken his place at the front of the classroom was currently demonstrating some kind of charm involving an unfortunate Peter Pettigrew as his test subject.

Lily sighed and looked around for the object of their discussion. The seat next to Sirius was suspiciously empty. "Not very good."

As if to illustrate her point, James walked into the classroom, late, looking particularly moody. He didn't look at her as he sat down next to Sirius.

Marlene looked from him to her and back again. "I see."

Lily buried her head in her hands. "I can't deal with all of this! Everyone's bloody glaring at me at all hours of the day and I have no idea what's going on."

Marlene looked concerned. "Maybe you should take some time off in the Hospital Wing..."

"No!" Lily exclaimed. "All I need to do is get through this class and then find my boyfriend."

Her friend raised her eyebrows at this display of melodrama, but said nothing. Lily tried to focus her attention on what Professor Flitwick was saying, but after innumerable stolen glances at the messy haired boy two rows up, she accepted that she wasn't going to be learning anything this lesson.

When lessons dismissed, Lily practically knocked her chair over in her haste to get out of the classroom. When she saw Davis's blonde head across the corridor, she nearly sighed in relief.

She shoved through a relentless pack of sixth years to get to him. "Hullo," she said breathlessly when she finally made it over to him.

He looked over at her in surprise. "Er, hello Lily." He looked oddly uncomfortable.

"Listen," Lily said, raising her voice a little to accommodate the bustling roar of the corridor. "I was wondering if we could talk."

He looked around in a panic, almost as if he was frightened of her. "Look, I think everything that needed to be said has been said."

She blinked, confused. "Er, okay, but the thing is, I don't exactly remember-"

"Lily," he said, actually condescending to look her in the eye, "Don't make this harder than it already is. Let's try to part on amicable terms, okay?"

"Did we break up?" she asked, twisting to one side to avoid being jostled by a large fifth year boy with an owl.

He sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and looked at her pityingly. He seemed to have regained his confidence. "I think we already established that Saturday night."

Lily nodded. "Okay. I can't quite remember – what happened after that?"

He shook his head. "Very funny. Becky already feels bad enough. 'Speaking of, I promised I'd meet her in the library." He nodded his farewell, leaving her there dumbfounded.

"Who the ruddy hell is Becky?" she asked herself, leaning against the corridor wall and watching the students trickle by.

"Rebecca Radcliffe?" suggested someone.

Lily's head whipped around. "Oh, Emmeline. Were you standing there the whole time?"

The girl nodded sheepishly and went to stand by her. Emmeline was one of the only Ravenclaw girls in her year that Lily actually liked. She had always been the nicest of Davis's mates.

"I couldn't help but overhear," she said. "Crowded corridor and all that. But I'm confused – did Davis not tell you about Becky when you broke up?"

Lily considered telling her a lie, but her eyes were so wide and understanding, that she decided against it. "Whatever happened that night, I can't remember a thing. I hit my head on...something." She decided not to divulge that it was the Whomping Willow that had caused her accident.

"Oh dear." Her big eyes widened even further, giving her the appearance of a bug. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, fine." She waved her concern away. "But if you know anything about what happened between Davis and me..."

"Oh, well..." She looked a bit unsure of herself. "It's not really my place to tell, but if I were you I'd want to know."

"Want to know what?" She had to restrain herself from jumping up and down in anticipation.

She looked around. The corridor had cleared. "Davis has been cheating on you with Rebecca Radcliffe."

Lily blinked. That was certainly unexpected. "Er. Oh."

Emmeline searched her face for emotion, but Lily remained expressionless. The truth was, she didn't care enough about Davis to be upset that he'd so obviously stopped caring for her, but the fact that he had been cheating on her? That made her mad.

"I heard Becky talking in the dorms last night. From what I gathered, you caught them together at the Quidditch game and got into a huge row about it."

Lily recalled the condescending way that he had just spoken to her and felt more incensed. "Do you know how long this has been going on?"

Emmeline bit her lip. "Not for too long, I think."


"Are you mad?" Emmeline asked. "Because if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure James Potter hexed him good for you. That's probably why Davis was so eager to get away."

Lily almost choked. "He – what?" James was hexing people in her honor now? Suddenly things were so much worse. She tried very hard not to feel flattered. He hates me, she reminded herself. This is all a part of his master prank.

"It's pretty romantic if you ask me, " Emmeline said dreamily.

"Hm, sure," said Lily. "Thanks for your help, Emmeline, really."

"Oh sure," the girl said. "See you around, Lily." Lily waved over her shoulder and started walking with no particular destination in mind. She had a good two hours until her next lesson. There was no way she was going to library knowing what she knew now. And the Common Room? She didn't even want to think of who might be hanging around there.

She was struck suddenly with an idea. If she wanted to really get some answers, she would have to start at the source. Lily fished her cloak out of her rucksack and took off down the corridor for the Whomping Willow.

End of Part Two

Note: Long overdue, I know. I'll be able to update more frequently, however, so drop me a line if you want me to continue this! Also, this is hideously unedited, but I'll fix it up later...maybe.