"Temptation" by Kross.
A/n: I don't own Harry Potter.
Oh, I don't really know what this is. I got bored. It was for a friend. It's too tasty to not be posted.
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The stairs clinked beneath my feet as I climbed them to my dormitory. The common room was nearly empty at this hour, with the exception of a few second year girls giggling in the corner. I didn't stop to wonder why they were giggling. Second year girls were always giggling I thought. "James?" I asked quietly as I reached out to the door knob.
I opened the door only slightly, peering in the semi-dark room. The shades were drawn and the fire was lit, casting flickering light on the four-postered beds and the trunks in front of them. The light darted across the room, catching in it scenes of a memory like insects in amber. There she lay, sprawled on the bed like a victim awaiting her harsh murder. He tilted her face to eat at her neck, biting roughly enough to make her eyes squint and lips purse. Her eyes glinted in the firelight as they met my own.
She arched her back in pleasure as one of his wandering hands slid up her shirt, cupping up one of her soft breasts. "Hush now, don't let those girls hear us…" He whispered into her ear, pausing a moment to lap at her earlobe and run it between his teeth. The irony of his statement was as clear to me as it was to her. Her lips broke into a smile that was as sick as it was pleasant. Her smile widened as he slid her shirt up and off of her body, though he didn't dare move to unclasp her bra. She seethed trough her teeth as the chill of the castle air met her budding breasts.
This girl was Lily Evans, the only girl who was truly ever a virgin. And he, he was the boy to fuel my spirit for all of my teenage years. The competition between us was always unspoken, though I never stood a chance. Lily blew a kiss at me, so teasing to me that it would be my founding as to why she was mine. James grasped up her face into a tender and possessive kiss, one that ate at my soul, twisting nerves yet untwisted and killing a part of me. I shut the door. I stumbled slightly on the stairs as I descended them into the common room.
The omnipresent giggling pierced me and flayed me open. They had known. Those little twelve year olds knew of the rampant sinning in my dormitory and had let me walk in on it all. I sunk into an arm chair, fuming with anger. Fuming with desire and lust. My skin was lit up with a blush deep and scarring; my flesh warmed to degrees beyond normal temperatures. My body begged for release in ways only the teenage boy can imagine. My hands clenched and unclenched in hurtful anger and jealousy. I wanted to push James off of her satin body and delight every inch of her ivory skin. I wanted to hold James to my chest and keep this succubus from him, keep him to myself. I wanted so much from the two of them. I wanted so little from the two of them.
I sat in that arm chair until they emerged from the room, her thighs trembling and his body tensed in unfinished fun. I waited until they emerged, still virgins, however much further ahead in the puberty game than I was. Dangerously intertwined in one another. The suspense was awesome, my chest was stone and my heart thudded fiercely within it. I felt as though I would sit there until the chair and I melded and blended into one being. I pondered storming in upon them, however, resisted and stayed. I'd sat for an hour before Lily sauntered down the staircase, alone. My body had cooled and my rage followed suit. She smirked at me and whispered
"Hello, Sirius, darling. James is waiting for you."
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Please review. Can I make this into an actual full length story? What do you think? Or is this another one of my one chapter wonders?
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