The dorm was nearly empty, but James couldn't sleep. He had been lying awake for ages waiting for his dorm mates to return (it was a full moon, but James was not feeling up for a transformation). Finally, he heard the door open and footsteps rushing across the room.

James stuck his head out from behind his curtains to speak to his friends. "It's about time, I've been waiting-" But it wasn't Sirius or Peter he found in front of his bed. In fact, it wasn't even male.

"Lily..."

Lily Evans. In James Potter's bedroom. In her pajamas.

"What are you doing here?" She looked beautiful, he noticed. Her fiery hair cradled her pale face, eyes glistening in the moonlight that peaked through the window. Not to mention she was wearing very revealing night wear.

"Shh." She whispered, pressing a finger to her mouth. She was walking towards his bed, and before he could process what was happening, she had joined him, crawling over him and straddling his torso. She bent down, face hovering barely an inch above his, and whispered again. "I need you." Lily closed the gap between them and gave him the most exhilarating kiss he had ever experienced.

She was amazing. She knew just where to kiss his neck, just where to tickle his sides, and just where to bite his ear to drive him crazy. She was tearing off her clothes and, very skillfully, ripping off his own. Clothes discarded and thrown on the floor, Lily began to stroke his inner thigh, moving closer and closer to where she knew he wanted her. At last, her hand made contact, moving up and down in perfect harmony. Lily giggled and kissed the head. "You know what I want?"

Before James could respond, Lily was once again straddling him, this time coming down upon him. He entered her, and he had never felt anything so wonderful. She began to move up and down upon him and he smiled. The way she moved was so sexy, and he need more, to go deeper. He thrust up inside he and she moaned. Again and again he thrust, her moans getting loader and louder.

"James!" She screamed, head back in bliss.

He closed his eyes, drips of sweat beading on his forehead, almost ready to explode, and moaned her name "Lily..."

"James!" Lily's voice had grown huskier, deeper. "JAMES!"

His eyes ripped open. Lily was gone, and instead, looking down upon him was Sirius and Peter, both of which were cracking up in hysterics.

"Good dream, eh?" Sirius suggestive eye movements pointed towards James groin, and Peter was hunched over, heaving for air.

"Christ, Padfoot, go away!" James jumped up, grabbing the bed hangings and slamming them closed, attempting to block out the pair.

But Sirius stuck his head back in the curtain. "Don't worry, mate, I'm sure Evans has naughty dreams about you as well. Now you and Little Prongs go back to sleep, we'll leave you alone. Night night!"

James rolled over, shoving his face into his pillow.

It was going to be a long night.