Can't Be

Summary: Every Saturday, the group of seven would come to the Pip. Every Saturday they would sit at the same table and drink the same drinks. Every Saturday Lily would dance with James. (Rated for: sexual reference, mild swearing, and sexual implication)

A/N: This is not meant to be a one shot. But if I don't get that much feedback it will be a one shot. It's a new kind of writing... so... I don't know what you guys will think about it. Read on if you want.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Can't Be

The music was blaring as the seventh years dragged themselves across the dance floor. The three gorgeous broads had rid themselves of their heavy robes and strapped on their Muggle low-cuts and dips as they headed off to Pip Caron. Hogsmeade was an all-wizard community which one of the girls, Lily Evans had always reminded them; but the owner was Muggle-born, justifying the name, concluded another girl Dorcas Meadowes.

Dorcas had shoulder-length, thin, brown hair, which matched the colour of her brown eyes perfectly. Amelia Bones, the last of the girl, had dirty blond hair, and light gray eyes that were almost always alighted with the laughter coming out of her lips. Lily had red-auburn hair, that was always down and moving as she shook her head dancing to the music; the hair covered her face, but if you ever had a clear look you would have noticed how incredibly beautiful the emerald colour twinkled in mischief.

These three girls, though civil with the four boys that had just strode into the Pip, loved having friendly competitions. Stubborn as ever, Lily would just not admit that she was—dare she say it—wanting to be friends with James Potter. His jet black hair was always too messy, she thought, and his hazel eyes gave her a run for her money at the amount of mischief (matching hers) they held almost all the time. She had absolutely no problem with dark haired, gray eyed, thin stature Sirius Black; no with innocent blue-greened eyed, dirty blond haired Remus Lupin; or even with, the chubby mousy haired boy Peter Pettigrew.

It was being friends with James that was so appealing and discouraging at the same time. Every Saturday, separately, the group of seven would come to the Pip. Every Saturday they would sit at the same table and rink the same drinks. Every Saturday Lily would dance with James and they would never act upon it. James had been smitten with her over the past couple years; how deep the feelings went, the girls didn't know. Over that time frame, James learned the so's and no's of asking Lily Evans out. She did not want him to be brave, or to flirt, and most certainly she didn't want him to be cocky; she didn't want that, "I'm better than you are," attitude. She wanted to dance.

"Hey," the guys said, walking towards their usual table. The girls smiled their hello as a waitress walked over.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite group of students!" muttered the waitress as soon as they had sat down; Lily and James sitting on the outer part of the booth, because they were always the quickest to go to the dance floor. "The usual?"

Sirius smiled, nodding cheekily, and the waitress flushed before walking towards the bar tender with the order.

"A dance?" James asked Lily, gesturing towards the floor; she stared. "Would you care to dance?"

Lily rolled her eyes and walked towards the dance floor; James behind her. The dance was up beat and it was a crowded house. This, lucky for James (and Lily; of course nobody knew) meant the two would have to dance even closer than they normally do. They faced the same direction as they danced to the music; his arms wrapped around her waist and she was rubbing next to him. She turned to face him, running her hands down his chest before wrapping one arm around his neck and continuing on their dancing.

"Man, what sexual tension," Sirius said from the table, looking at the couple.

"You could cut it with a knife," Amelia and Dorcas agreed in unison, then laughed.

"Anyone want a cig?" asked Sirius, randomly.

"I didn't know you smoked," replied Amelia dryly.

Sirius shrugged. "I don't," he said taking a sip of his drink. "Just making conversation... Why? Does it turn you on?"

Amelia, for the first time since she was five, rolled her eyes at his comment and walked out towards the dance floor. She met a tall bloke, which was no older than twenty one. He held a drink in one hand and held onto the bar with the other in a position that would have aroused any normal female.

"Looks like it's just you and me, babe," Sirius laughed slightly turning towards Dorcas and downing his drink.

"Let's dance, Remus," she said, standing up and leading him towards the dance floor.

Remus only glanced back when he heard Sirius cough before saying, "Whipped!"

Sirius turned in his seat to face Peter. "Looks like it's just you and me, Worm. Want to go do something?"

The music was still up beat and James was now wrapping his arm around Lily's waist as she panted, running a hand through her hair.

"Your dancing makes me want to shag you really badly, you know?" he asked quietly.

Lily didn't answer but felt his hand move up her leg to the trim of her skirt. She didn't panic, because she knew she had asked for it; for once she wore a skirt instead of bell-bottoms, and instead of a long sleeve shirt, she wore a V-neck tank top that became twice as revealing because it was two sizes too big. Dorcas had told her it was supposed to make her look sexier; whilst Amelia said she looked fine the way she was. She didn't really care, because she only ever danced with James when she came here. James didn't seem to mind either as his eyes were caught averting there quite a few times to say the least.

"Most girls have the brain but no the beauty... but you Miss Evans have been blessed with both," he whispered in her ear and she tried to ignore him. He didn't know that this turned her on above none other. "You know you could have it all with me? Shag after shag... snog after snog... other things..."

He grinned and she looked up at him as the song ended. "And when do we get to talk?"

He laughed in response but didn't answer. She looked away, pulling his arms off of her and walking towards the table. He stopped her.

"Dance with me."

"It's slow," she said in return.

"If you're not going to date me... at least let me hold you—"

"You hold me during fast songs—"

"No... you rub up on my leg," he said slyly. "We have nothing... so what's one dance?"

She allowed him to pull her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. All the couples were dancing, and one bloke was even moving to his beat. Lily smiled softly, but ended up having her mind return to her dance partner. She knew what she wanted to say. It wasn't that easy. But... she knew it was. It was that easy to turn to James and tell him.

"The reason we haven't got anything is because you never ask."

James stared in confusion. "Would you be my girlfriend?"

Lily shook her head. "No, Potter."

James looked furious. "Bloody hell—why did I even ask? Why did you tell me to ask if you didn't have any intention of saying yes?!"

Lily didn't answer for a moment. But once again the answer was right there in her head, waiting for her to open her mouth and answer his question. When she knew the song was ending she looked up at him with every intention of answering the bleeding question.

"Because, Potter, we can't be lovers... if we can't even be friends."

Promptly Lily stepped out of James' arms and walked towards the booth where she sat down and rank her whiskey as though it were a shot glass. For the first time ever, she danced with someone else besides James.

A/N: If you want me to continue just give a holler. This can be a one shot... but I can make it into more if you all want me to. It's different from my normal writing... hope you liked it. Leave a review, please! It would probably be five chapters... not making any promises though.

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