Can we really fall in love?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Though I do wish I did; the things I would do to them.

Hi! First fanfic I started out of boredom. Yay me! Look for all u people out there who like Pettigrew…… I'm sorry but he won't have much of a….good role in this. For those of you who can't stand the smarmy bastard's gut I highly encourage you to read. For those who like Lily, I apologize half heartedly for what she has to endure but you must realize it is necessary for the plot.

Chapter 1

There was a soft thud somewhere up in the tower. A few eyes sifted until they were staring at the ceiling. It was noticeable by a searching eye that there was dust escaping from the stones. Three eyes became wide with worry. And four others narrowed in suspicion and curiosity. Three figures slipped out of the common room unnoticed, or so they thought, and darted up to the tower stairs searching for the source of the commotion. Hoping that nothing happened and that they weren't too late to stop their suspicions.

There was a slight shriek that came from above the remaining four that felt the unnatural chill in the air. They quickly got up and went out the door, making sure they weren't seen. They raced up the stairs that they were sure the others had just gone up. They took a few short cuts that they knew would them catch up sooner. Only a marauder would know of them, and that was exactly who they were, the Marauders; James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Frank Longbottom (minus Peter Pettigrew). They were following the girl of their dreams, minus James. Sydney Parker, Karen Thomas, Alice Richard. No they weren't going out but there was an attraction that was there that they couldn't deny. There was a slight goofy smile on their faces…except James'. There was an expression on his face that could make a blind man see he was troubled. Something in the pit of his stomach, head, heart and soul that told him that something was wrong. It was a feeling that rarely came but whenever it did it scared the shit out of him. Dread was beginning to form along with doubt and desperation. He sped up leaving his friends a good 4 ft. behind him. He turned the corner and nearly ran into the girls that had just turned the corner.

He looked over their heads and noticed that a certain red head was not with them. This made him begin to panic.

"Where's Lily?" he asked knowing that he would most likely get a rude answer and be told to mind his own business. His friends turned the corner grabbing him just in time to stop him from falling because of their reply.

"Thank Merlin, James, guys, we need your help. We can't find Lily anywhere. She's been gone for nearly an hour and she would not be out this late on a Friday night."

Remus looked at his watch. It was 10:38. Being a friend to Lily he knew this was true and he too began to worry. Not only for Lily but for James who was turning all types and shades of colors, and for the person who was within ten feet of her.

'She could be hurt or maybe she's….oh, Merlin please let her be alright.' James said a little pray and dashed down the corridor listening and looking for clues that might help them find Lily. The others were hot on his tail, helping him in the search. A loud scream pierce the air that echoed off the walls and made them all stop and shiver and twitch to get the chills out of their spines. They all looked at each other and quickened their paces.

(10 minutes before)

Dust rose from the floor and invaded Lily's nose. She coughed and then suddenly shrieks from the pain that was just inflicted to her ribs that was caused by a pair of steel toed boots. Lily curled in a ball hoping to block most of her sensitive and badly bruised body. At first glance you would never think that this was the girl that could make you shudder from an ice cold glare….heck, you wouldn't think she was human at all. She looked more like a blood monster that came out of a torturous blood bath. She heard footsteps moving away from her and took the opportunity to get away. She shuffled across the room but her back was met with a table that made noise alerting the person of her movements.

"Oh, no you don't you little bitch. I'm going to make you wish that you obeyed me. Even if it kills you." Lily looked in to the cold, hard black eyes of her ex-boyfriend. The first time she ever looked at him, his eyes were warm and inviting. Now they just scared the hell out of her.

"Please, Brock let me go. You know that you don't want to do this to me. I think that-"

His hand connected to her face and blood trickled slowly down her chin.

"You think too blasted much, Evans. I think that's why we never did any thing else other than holding bloody hands!" Brock lifted her off the floor and slammed her back against the wall making her wince in pain. "Do you have any idea how bloody annoying that was? I couldn't even kiss you and you were suppose to be my girlfriend."

He took the frightened girl in his hands wrapping one hand around her neck and lifted her a few inches off the floor. The other was stroking her thigh. "But guess what Miss Know-it-all? I am going to educate you tonight…tomorrow and every other day after that until you realize that I am the one to make the orders. And that you do as I say. Got that?" Lily's semi-blue face looked at him in fear and disgust. She had a huge urge to spit in his face but she couldn't due to her position in the situation.

She looked into his face, searching from the sweet Hufflepuff boy that she had been dating. All she saw was a bastard. A coldhearted, bastard that she would enjoy make suffer.

"Answer me bitch!" He slammed her against the wall making a few things in the room move a bit. She barely nodded her head hoping that he would let go so she could breathe. As if reading her mind, he let go and let her drop to the ground. The world was spinning. There were flashes of light; sounds that made no sense what so ever and familiar voices and faces flew behind her closed eyes. She tried to focus. Someone was saying something that she guessed she was suppose to do. "Get up." with that also was accompanied by the same boot that hit her before.

'Why did I buy him those blasted things.' she asked herself. She stood up shakily and grabbed the desk for support. Next thing she knew she was on her back with something wet on her neck. After everything stilled Lily looked down to find that her neck was being attacked by Brock's mouth.

"Brock, please stop this." she barely whispered in fear that she might anger him. He bit her neck hard making her scream in pain that she was sure could be heard in the next town. Her shirt was ripped violently from her body. His mouth then found one of her nipples while one of his hands fondled the other, leaving the other hand to keep her down. He bit her, hard enough to draw blood and gently, yet roughly caressed her breast making her feel like she had sunburn.

Tears began to fall down her face, from her once sparkling emerald green eyes. The eyes that once held a fire behind them now looked empty and lost. Her auburn hair was dull and caked with blood, sweat and dust. Her skin was filthy; she looked like she had been rolling around in mud that had been invaded by a herd of swine, after being thrown around the unused class room that was layered in dust and owl and rat droppings.

The tears continued to flow as she felt his hands touching her. She felt dirtier than she already was. His hands were reaching for her the back of her bra when she jerked away and slapped his hand away.

Wrong move.

He slapped her hard across her face, making her flip over on the desk. He climbed onto the desk and straddled her like she was a horse. He took out his wand and mumbled a spell that strapped her hands to the desk. After making sure that she was secure, he pulled a little blade out of the desk.

Lily's breathing was becoming heavy. She heard the noises and could almost hear him grin. He was leaning down to her back and picked up her strap and sliced it with the knife. She could fell the cold, evil waves radiating off the knife. Lily shuddered as she felt her strap become useless, thinking that the knife had just cut a piece of her.

The knife was pressed to her back suddenly without warning and slashed her back cutting at least ¼" into her, making her scream. Her voice echoed off the walls and carried out down the corridor unknown to the both of them being caught up in the activities that were at hand. One in immense pain, the other in absolute bliss. Lily tilted her head to the side a bit and could see him.

'Sick bastard's smiling! I wouldn't be surprised if…' Lily stopped mid-thought and whimpered as she felt the thing she was dreading pressing into her lower back. 'Please don't be what I think you are.'

Brock laughed when he heard her whimper knowing what was running through her mind. He placed the knife on the side and proceeded what he started. He tore away her school skirt and tossed it across the room. He took of her shoes and played with the bottom of her feet for a minute savoring the feel of her sock clad feet. Lily was lying on her stomach on a desk in a classroom about to be raped by her ex-boyfriend and she was looking at the ground thinking, 'I wonder if I'll be able to float through the walls…. (A/N: Someone please slap her.)

Brock brought his hand across her ass, taking her out of her daydream, and grinned at the dirty tear-stained faced girl. He stood directly in front of her and smirked. "My, my look at what has become of the 'Mighty Gryffindor know-it-all'. She became a little slut."

"Aw, looked what happened to the loyal Hufflepuff, he turned out to be a slimy, backstabbing Slytherin." Yep, even in this situation Lily Evans can still find the need to be sarcastic. To bad it does her no good. Brock frowned slightly and began to take off his clothes….all of his clothes. Lily closed her eyes and looked away. He stepped closer, she could tell because his body heat had it her dead on in the face. He grabbed her face and forced her to face him…well the lower half of him.

"Open up, Evans. I have a little treat for you."

The corridor seemed to get longer. Something wasn't right. Another scream pierced the air, but it seemed further away now.

"Are we getting any closer?" Karen asked, her motherly side getting the best of her. She wrung her hands while leaning against Remus for support. They had been searching for ten minutes and it seemed like for ever.

"If only we had a bloody map or something we might be able to find her faster." Sydney sighed, letting her feet unfold in any direction. At the mention of 'map' the Marauders looked at each other and slapped themselves hard, making the girls worry about their sanity.

"Of course, why didn't we think of that? We could use the map!" Sirius said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sydney, thinking he was being sarcastic, snapped at him and said, "It was just a thought, Black. There's no need to get all nasty about it. My friend is lost in this bloody tower probably in pain- Merlin forbid- in need of our help and you…"

"Chill, Shorty." Sirius towered over her looking down at her. "Don't call me that!" "I wasn't being sarcastic." Remus pulled out his wand and pointed it down the corridor and mumbled a few words that went unheard. A few seconds later a piece of paper came whizzing toward them. James jumped and pulled it out of mid-air. He pulled out his wand and practically hissed at it. Ink began to spread over the parchment forming lines, rooms, dots, words, and other things. It was like the parchment had a brain. Before the girls could marvel and asked questions about the magnificent device, James scanned the floor they were on and looked for a dot named 'Lily'.

When he found it and saw the name next to it he turned all sorts of colors. Mostly red. His hazel eyes to a dark brown until they were to the shade of grey. The others backed up afraid of what might happen to them if they stayed too close to him. He dropped the map and headed in the direction they just came from at a brisk pace. Remus picked up the map and pocketed it.

"Prongs, wait for us." the others followed at a fast but safe distance from him.

In…out…in…out. That's the way it had been for ten minutes, or an eternity for Lily. Brock was forcing her to suck him off. She tried to bite him, but that just resulting with her getting a few more slices of the knife and a red mark on her face. His hand was on the crown of her head to guiding her head and to hold on to something to stop himself from falling down. She was good, he'll admit. She licked, sucked, nibbled and moaned at all the right times. His hips collided with her face every so often. Her face was sore from all the sucking and hitting. He took his free hand and massaged his balls and felt himself tense up. He was going to come. Lily sensed it. She said a little chant in her head and hoped that it worked.

Brock was coming to his climax. It hit him hard. He rode that wave of pleasure to the last spasm. But he didn't release. Lily's face was cum free. This got him upset, but Lily was relieved in a small way. She knew that she was cleaner than she would have been, but knowing him he wouldn't stop until she was covered from head to toe in his cum.

He strode behind her and tugged at her underwear. "What are you doing?" With one last hard jerk he ripped them and tossed them aside mixing them with the other clothes that were recklessly tossed around the room by him. Lily shrieked at the sudden lost of her clothing. He took his wand again and tied her feet to the desk. Lily struggled against the binds, knowing what was to come next, but only succeeded in allowing the ropes to cut into her skin. "Stop, Masters." He ignored her and lowered hid head until it was directly behind of her. Lily could feel his breath, cold as ice, on her inner thighs. The thought of having anyone that she hated, especially her ex-, sent a nasty chill through her body.

Lily tried clearing her mind, but the tears that were coming down her face mingled with the sweat and blood and messed with her face wounds and made her think of what was at hand and what was happening right behind her. She squirmed, trying to get away from him, a bit more before the ropes tightened.

Brock traced the edge of her folds with his finger and felt the chill that ran through Lily's body. Brock smiled….then got a maniacal grin on his face. With a flick of his wand Lily was on her back still bond to the table unable to do anymore than she could before. But there was a mirror above her allowing her to see exactly what he was doing to her. She tried to turn her head only to find that she couldn't move it. She tried closing her eyes but she couldn't even blink. More tears joined the old ones. She realized what the cruel, cold hearted bastard was doing. He was going to make her watch and see how her body would react. He would make her remember what he was about to do to her. And she could do nothing to stop him.

He readjusted her legs so that they made a sort of hollow were he could easily place his head. He licked the outer folds gently and shivered. She tasted real good. He took his tongue and partially opened her pussy. He shoved his tongue in roughly when a thought struck him. He withdrew his tongue much to the relief of Lily. Her body was betraying her brain…even if she was under a spell. He placed a charm on his tongue and then proceeded to continue with his ministrations. He slipped his tongue in again, only this time it was forked…forked?

"You bastard, as if your tongue before wasn't enough torture. You bloody snake!"

"Shut up, Evans, before I fuck you with a butcher knife." That shut her up alright. Then he got to thinking and then said, "If you don't do what I tell you I will rape you with that knife. Do you hear me, Evans?" she shook her head in agreement reluctantly and began to sob.

"There's a wall here she can't be here. James we're wasting time." Alice began to complain. She could sense that something bad was going to happen and she didn't like the fact that they were wasting time looking at a wall. James tapped the wall with his wand. The others were getting slightly annoyed.

'What on earth is he doing?' That question rang in the heads for at least a minute before Remus got fed up and looked at the map. He saw them and James was closest to the 'mystery' wall…but the wall wasn't there.

"What the hell?" Remus exclaimed.

"About time you caught on." James said dryly still attacking the wall. He was now throwing spells at it. The others were about to tell him something when they heard another scream, this time it came from in front of James. He gave a frustrated growl and tried hitting against the barrier with his shoulder, nothing happened…except it sent him flying into the other wall.

His head disappeared between her legs again. He felt the raking of her body, because of her sobs, through his tongue. He removed his tongue and inserted one of his fingers. Lily groaned from the sudden invasion. Brock smiled thinking that the groan came from pleasure. Lily bit her lip as he inserted another finger and began to move them in and out of her. Her eyes were glue to the mirror… teasing her, making her believe that she was taking part in this willingly…that she started all of this…it was her fault that she was here in the first place. And in a way it was true.

'If only I had stayed with him. I wouldn't be here right now…if I never AGREED to go out with him in the first place NONE of this would have happen. Why did I have to be that stupid naïve little girl and see that this was all an act. The gentleman act, the clean look, the perfect record…all a bloody act… I will NEVER again trust a guy, nor will I ever fall in love.' Lily vowed from that point on, she would never trust another man again.

He added a third finger and pushed inside her really hard making her scream. He pumped his fingers into her and she came. Lily looked at her body climax….not that she really had a choice. She felt betrayed. With her body spent she tried to close her eyes but they wouldn't. 'He probably wants me to remember this. The bloody bastard.' Lily thought. What she didn't expect was for him to climb onto the desk (naked mind you) and position himself right over her. Her eyes widened in fear. She looked up into his eyes and saw the lust and hunger and not to mention the madness. Lily began to whimper and pray. Pray that it was all a nightmare.

"The time has come Lily…" Brock was over her, panting slightly, his member slightly throbbing from the pain of not cumming. He lean down and proceeded to add more hickeys to her neck. Lily gasped in pain as she felt his teeth nibbling and biting mercilessly at her already bruised neck.

"Please stop. Don't do this. Please!" Lily pleaded, but it seemed to be pointless.

"…I am…going to…make…you…" Brock pulled away slightly and looked her in her eyes. They were a molted looked of fear and anger swirled in her eyes, making him even more excited and caused his member to hurt even more. "Scream." He growled and looked at his throbbing savage flesh that was begging to be unleashed. "You little witch, you. Put a corking spell did you." He looked back up at her to see she was once again struggling with her binds.

"I'll make sure you pay for this, Brock. You will regret that you ever did this."

"Until then I'll have my fun with you." With that he grabbed her arms. Lily again tried to close her eyes but

couldn't she saw her body tensed up as she felt the tip of him at her entrance.

'James, help me.' Not even aware of her thoughts. He smirked one more time and shoved himself full force into Lily's body.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

A:N/ Look, I know it's rather mean to do this to Lily. But it's necessary for my story. She won't have to suffer this way much longer...or to often. Just bare with me please. (Does a cute puppy dog pout and sad eyes.) You know you can't resist the face.