A Short Scene with Potter and Evans

A One-Shot Harry Potter Marauder Era FanFic

by Nielm

AN: Very rough, probably some grammatical errors and things that might not make sense. Feel free to comment and I'll fix them, but keep in mind this was written in about a half hour just for fun, so...

Mature means Mature.

James undid his tie with one hand as he walked down the hall. He let his jacket swing open and ruffled his hair. With his other hand he stroked a small piece of metal he had in his pocket.

He quietly uttered the password to the Head Common Room and slipped inside, meaning to go up to his room. He had a new issue of the Quidditch Quarterly and a week's worth of Potions homework waiting.

"James."

He stopped and turned to look at the girl lounging on the couch in front of the fire. She wasn't looking at him.

"Yeah, Evans?" Lily got up from the couch. She was wearing her school uniform, but with the shirt untucked and the top few buttons undone. Her hair was slightly disheveled, like she had been running her hands through it. He'd noticed before she liked to do that when she was nervous.

She approached him, a slight saunter in her walk. She stopped two feet in front of him and ildly fiddled with a button on her shirt. James swallowed hard.

"James I've known you for...a few years now." Lily could feel her cheeks starting to burn. "And I've come to really appreciate our friendship. You've changed a lot since Fifth Year and I—"

He took one long stride to her until their faces were inches apart. Lily could feel his breath on her face. All the sudden she could feel heat rippling up her body. She longed to rub her thighs together, but she didn't dare move.

James reached a hand up to her face and gently stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers. He shivered as he noticed her eyes darken.

"And," she continued, "I think that I—"

"You love me? I always knew you would."

Lily stepped away from him, her eyes flashing. "You're mocking me!" He grinned bitterly.

"I wouldn't be me if I didn't. You know that. Face it, Lily, I haven't changed a bit. I am still as arrogant and spiteful as I've ever been."

"I can't believe you. Just when I'm about to maybe, oh, I don't know, accept your offer for a date for once, you have to be a jerk to me. I really thought that maybe, James, maybe you had changed, but apparently I was wrong. You're still nothing but a low-life, cheating, lying bastard, Potter, and—"

They grabbed each other. Their lips crashed together as they each fought for dominance. His hands were in her hair, around her waist. Once slid down to grasp her butt through her thin school skirt. She had one leg riding up his, her hands in his thick, messy hair.

He pushed her back to the sofa. She sat on the arm of the couch and broke their kiss.

She glared at him.

"I want you," she said.

"I want you, too," he answered.

Their lips met again. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck. James held her waist with one arm as he slid his hand down her body, then back up her thigh and under her skirt. He felt her shake underneath him. He stroked a finger up in between her legs, feeling her soaked panties. She spread her legs. He pushed the fabric aside and teased her...

"God I fucking hate that I want you," she growled in his ear. He let out a raspy chuckle.

"I love that."

Suddenly Lily pushed away. She shook her head to clear it. She brushed her wild hair out of her face.

James rubbed the back of his head.

Lily stood up.

"So..."

"So."

"Let's forget this ever happened."

"I agree."

They hesitated.

James took a step towards her and pulled her into a deep kiss with his hand behind her head.

When they broke apart they were breathing hard.

Then he turned and strode up the stairs to his room, shutting the door behind him with a heavy thud.