Lily looked out the window as Greg worked on her breasts. His clumsy slobbering made her cringe internally and she thought of the repeat of Grey's Anatomy that she could be watching now. They were lying on her bed, the floral bedspread reminding her of when she used to giggle at the asexual bulges that Ken had. Barbie must have been one unsatisfied lady Lily thought smiling to herself. She'd been going out with Greg since the end of year dance, a whole summer of uninventive foreplay. Sometimes she considered giving in, just so he could finally obtain his goal, but then she had the odd thought of romantic nostalgia and decided to wait for her Prince Charming. Though he's probably shacked up with some gorgeous Swedish girl by now, or knowing her luck, just discovered he's gay. Greg was a nice guy and he did seem to care about her, he'd even said 'I love you' a couple of times, though considering that they'd been only going out for a week Lily discounted that on principle. Who could love someone after only a week?

It would always be the same thing. They'd kiss for a bit, his tongue lapping at hers, the awkward moment when their teeth collided. Then he would run his hands all over her, sometimes that would feel nice but most of the time Lily would groan and wish that he'd get to the more important stuff. And then when he eventually gathered the courage to access those private areas he would try his best. But Lily would eventually have to stop him, claiming a headache or it not being the right time. And Greg, being the sort-of gentleman that he was would stop and try and cover up his disappointment. Lily knew that she would have to break-up with him soon, but she felt bad about it and the awkward moments when they got back to Hogwarts for seventh year were not appealing. But then again, neither were Greg's attempts at seduction.

"Um… baby?" Lily ventured, Greg's insistence on pet names another reason for the eventual break-up.

"Yeah sweetie?" he asked his mouth thankfully leaving her now wet breast.

"Um, sorry about this but I need to get ready; I have to… go shopping!" Lily leaping upon the excuse like a C-grade actress leaps upon sex tape publicity.

"Oh… ok, well I can come with you if you want" he offered, as Lily did up her bra again (that had taken Greg another twenty minutes to undo).

"No that's alright, you go have fun with your friends" Lily said hoping that he'd get the hint.

After Greg left Lily sighed and looked out the window. Even though it was raining Lily decided to go shopping anyway. She did need to get some school supplies and that way her excuse wouldn't be a total lie. The familiar guilt weighed upon her as she changed into black jeans and a green jumper. Autumn was encroaching fast, another sign that she would soon be returning to Hogwarts. Lily loved Hogwarts but she also knew that the boys there were just as single-minded as Muggle boys. And they were boys, not men.

Lily had always been the dumper, not the dumpee. There would probably be a time in the future when karma would kick her in the ass for all the times that she'd broken some guy's heart, or at least his hopes of getting laid. It would always start the same. She'd be slightly enthusiastic, even hopeful, thinking that this relationship would be amazing, that this would be the one that she would remember in years to come. And then after a month or two her interest would wane and she'd be left feeling guilty and screening calls for a few weeks. The worst was when it was a fellow Gryffindor. Then not only would she have to avoid them at meal times and in the hallways but also in classes, which was difficult in practical lessons. Though, to be fair, this stage didn't last very long. The boys would move on and try to convince some other girl to sleep with them. It wasn't that every boy was in love with Lily, she just presented a challenge, her virginity was notorious at Hogwarts. The fact that she was quite good-looking also helped.

At Diagon Alley Lily quickly finished buying her textbooks and decided to have a coffee. The café that she decided upon had small armchairs to sit in, their well-worn facades adding to the charm of the place. The coffee warmed her and her rain-soaked hair dried.

James couldn't believe his luck; Lily Evans had just walked into his favourite café. He watched as she relaxed in her armchair, her bulky jumper partially hiding the curves beneath. He groaned and took off his glasses which he had used to read the book that now lay forgotten on his table. He debated whether or not to talk to her. On the one hand, Lily had always felt a substantial disdain towards him. On the other hand, he couldn't help himself.

"Hi Lily" he drawled as he came up to her. He leaned down and rested his hands on the arm rests of her chair. Lily looked up from her book and rolled her eyes. It wasn't that she was immune to his charms or good looks it was just the fact that this was overshadowed by his cocky attitude and annoying swagger (though this did highlight a very attractive feature).

"Hello James" she sighed, knowing now that she will have to put down her book.

"How's your summer been?" he asked, kicking himself for his unimaginative question.

"It's been perfect. I went scuba diving in the Caribbean and shopping in Paris" Lily snapped sarcastically, though you have to understand, it was a very good book. Count Fredrico was about to discover Emilia in his pool. Romance books were Lily's little nod to irony and the bitter realisation that her experiences of romance would only be through vicarious measures. The world is so sick sometimes.

"Okkk, so not that great, what about Greg? Still going out with him?" James tried to control the obvious reason for his question but thankfully Lily was being particularly unobservant.

"Yeah" she replied. James wondered at the dull tone to her voice but before he could ask what the problem was he saw her book.

"Soooo…. Flames of Passion, huh?" he teased, pointing at the book.

Goddamnit! Lily scowled and stuffed the book into her bag, her face turning the colour of her hair. Why do I have to have the most embarrassing taste in books?

"I will have you know that Flames of Passion is a deep exploration of the human psyche and the complex relationships that can develop between individuals" Lily said huffily, thinking to herself "and lots of unrealistic sex that I can only dream of".

"Yeah sure and such beautiful phrases as 'Reginald's throbbing member pierced her quivering bud, like a bee would explore a flower'- they just love those extended metaphors, don't they?" James said chuckling, his body still towering over hers. Lily glared at him, a bit annoyed at how close his face was to hers.

"Well you seem to know a lot about them, maybe you're a fan of them as well" she retorted trying to look dignified as she tried to find her discarded shoes.

"No, alas, the glories of Count Fredrico's pulsating manhood will not be discovered by me. My mum's a fan, when I found her secret stash I was forever scarred. Never could look at her the same way again. Though, really, shouldn't it be her finding my secret stash?" he joked, his dark hair flopping over his forehead messily.

"I'm sure she didn't want to risk the deep psychological scars that would occur if she did" Lily replied, finally finding her shoes and getting up, making James step back suddenly. She looked at him and realised how close they were. She could feel his hot breath fan her face and his chest almost grazed hers. Lily blushed and muttered a quick farewell, running out of the café. James laughed to himself and went back to his book, deciding all in all that making Lily uncomfortable was well-worth his now-cold coffee.

AN- please review and tell me if you liked it or not. I've finished my final year of school and therefore have nothing to do but write fanfics and watch movies. So any communication would be greatly appreciated. :P