Greenhouse 5

by

Lily EvansPotterBlack

"Behind the Greenhouses?" Sirius yelps, pulling away from me when he realises where we're headed. "Are you kidding, James?"

I sigh deeply, and turn around to look at him. Usually I'd be annoyed and frustrated, but Sirius is my best friend and I know he'd do anything for me. And ... yeah, I guess I'd do anything for him too. "It's fine, Padfoot, just c'mon." I reach out to take him by the arm and physically guide him to the Greenhouses. Sirius lets me touch him, but refuses to budge.

"No way, Prongs." he says, shaking his head. "Not after what happened with you and Florence Fawcett."

"Sirius!"

"James!" He parrots back in tones of mocking. "No."

I try to stare him out.

Laughing, he starts back to the castle, "I'll see you later, Prongs."

"Wait, no!" Urgently, I dart forward and seize him by both wrists.

He looks at me, waiting.

"Mate, please ... " I moan. He appears unsure so I whine, "I'm horny."

Sirius's face clears of anxiouness and inwardly I cheer and do a victory lap in the Quidditch pitch in my mind. "You're always horny." Sirius snickers. "It's kind of the point, being a stag animagus and everything."

I back a few steps away from Sirius, seeing some flashes of black robes with bits of green as ties, emerging from the Entrance hall. Slytherins. Bleh. (Yeah, my eyesight's that good. Am I or am I not the best Chaser and reserve seeker breathing? Go, go Gryffindor!) Focus Prongs my lad, you self-centered prat!

I think about this, I'm not self-centered am I?

"James?"

"Yeah." I say absently. I know Dad, Lupin, even Wormtail and Evans say my head is stuck in the clouds but hey, I play Quidditch. If my head wasn't up there I wouldn't be much of a Quidditch player now would I? "What, oh yeah. So you're coming?"

For a split second he looks hesitant. I flash him a sexy grin (patented James Potter circa 1974) and he smiles back slightly, "All right," he sighs. "Since its you."

Three minutes later I slam Sirius against the back wall of Greenhouse 5 and pin his wrists above his head. "That hurt, Prongs." he says through laboured breathes.

Thinking of his parents, I quickly loosen my grip on him. I'm horny but not a jerk. Especially not to Sirius. "Sorry, Sirius." I mutter apolgetically. (And meaning it. Ha, Dad, it does happen!)

Sirius grins at me wickedly, "S'okay." Slowly, he leans as far forward as my hold on his wrists will allow and mashes our mouths together eagerly.

Oh yes, I am James Potter and I always triumph. (And I'm not self-centered either!)

Isn't James cool, a real pleasure to write! Oh, and since it's (partly) where this comes from I should probably add that soon after this Lily Evans, Sirius's friend Topanga Dollman and James's childhood friend Bryonny Gudgeon find the two of them kissing while doing a favour for Hagrid. Since this takes place in sixth year Lily insists on making fun of James for going "gay" on her. And thus James's most embarrasing moment is born. I could have wrote that in, but that would spoil James's triumphant moment and I like Greenhouse 5 the way it is. However, I might decide to write up Sirius's most embarrasing moment. :gryns: No that's a kicker.

Oh, and to anyone who's read She knew and/or Green I'm writing a multi-chaptered story before both of them called 8 many sisters which takes place from when he's seven months to when he's seven years old. But be forewarned, there's no Pottercest - except Lily/James ... but I don't think that counts.

Bye. :waves at screen:

Lily.