<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/15c9ea53-901b-4677-8b54-410adca7c467.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Lily Luna Potter<br/>&gt;&gt; Scorpius<br/>&gt;&gt; From the staircase to her room.</span></span></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Lily had once again been so encompassed in her own thoughts that she didn't really notice Scorpius entering her room. She didn't say anything to him when he sat down beside her, but the cat jumped off of her lap, having no interest in being around these two creatures at this time. When Scorpius handed her the jewelry and went on about the fact that it might not be safe to leave things like that lying around, she turned and stared at him as if he was a Martian from outer space. His complete lack of the sense of the situation made her feel worse and the confusion made her head pound. She dropped the items on the floor by her feet and raked the hair back from her face. And then he kept talking.<br/><br/>Lily bristled at his complete lack of comprehension and glared coolly at him. "Are you daft? I know that I cannot be the only one of us who feels...who feels..." she hesitated and looked up at the ceiling as if the answer was right there. It wasn't, but she didn't want to look at him and his stupefied expression. Besides, she wasn't even sure what it was she wanted to say. She stood up and paced the room. "Maybe I am. You hit on anything and everything that even slightly resembles a female. You always have. Flirting with me all of these years, the gifts, the way you talk to me, it must just be mindless second nature to you," she said, seeming maybe more like she was talking to herself, sorting it all out while he sat there on her bed.<br/><br/>It was embarrassing, aggravating, frustrating and she had the really icky feeling that she had just been stupid all along. "Everything I threw down there was something you gave me, <em>Malfoy</em>. You have spend the past twelve years of my life sending me a gift every birthday--every single birthday. Why? If anything, if this whole thing has just been in my mind and I have never been anything more to you than any other woman you've ever encountered, then why?" she asked this last question, facing him with her typical blatant stare, refusing to look away and wanting to finally understand everything.</span>