[N/A]: Hi! Here's the second chapter of Self-Control and things are starting to get interesting! Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed, followed, favorited or even just read this story, it means a lot to me! Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!


Merlin, why did he have to be such a hot bloke? He probably didn't even know the level of handsomeness that he possessed! With his red hair and those green eyes (not to mention the freckles! Oh, the freckles!), he was just perfectly built in a way that she couldn't resist his charms. And the uptight personality and the need to follow the rules that he had just made him all the more enticing to her. Especially because she knew that deep down, he also wanted to let go of that entire goody two shoes attitude. And she was more than happy to help him do just that.

Right now he was having lunch a few seats away from her and how come even eating he was gorgeous? He was glaring at Marcus as the boy talked animatedly to him, his arms folded over the table in that way that just made his toned biceps stick out and his forearms look just glorious since he had his sleeves rolled up in that way that she really loved, and, damn, his eyes were on fire. She always loved the way his eyes would get so intense when he was mad about something (one of the reasons that she always provoked him, to get him to look at her like that). Her admiration of Liam was interrupted by Sirena that had reached across the table for her and nudged her arm.

"What?" She hissed, glaring at her best friend, who was smirking mischievously, which meant she had something planned.

"Here's the deal, my dear friend Prongs. Mckinnon is looking especially fit today, and he's smiling too much for me to resist it. So, what do you say we make a visit to our favorite pair of boys?" Sirena grinned, looking quickly again to where the two boys were sitting before diverting her eyes back at Jamie.

"Alright, so you want me to distract Evans while you drag Mckinnon to a broom closet, Pads?"

"Well, I guess it's time for you to just go up and talk to the bloke, considering how long and how fiercely you've been undressing him and sexing him up mentally already." She felt her cheeks burning as Sirena winked knowingly at her (she was not doing that!) and stood up. Jamie followed her lead, both of them strutting confidently up to the two boys, and as Padfoot slid beside Evans, she slid beside Mark, who stopped talking as soon as he saw them (well, mostly Sirena, really, she doubted he could see any other girl whenever she was around).

"Hey there, boys." She said, staring directly at Evans, who – quite rude of his part, actually, and here she was thinking that he was always polite and sweet to people – groaned out loud and sank his head in his hands, grabbing that amazing auburn mop of hair with them as well in the way she always wanted to do and... Anyway, she was about to say something else when suddenly she felt a foot going up her leg. A girl's foot. Jamie let out a little laugh before staring at Sirena, who had a wicked smile on her face. "You got the wrong leg, Pads. Just a little bit to the side there."

"Oops, sorry, Prongsie. Won't happen again, I swear." She felt the foot leave her leg, and judging by the jump Marcus gave next to her, she assumed Sirena had hit her target this time. "So, what were you fine blokes talking about before we came?"

With that, Evans's head snapped up, his wide eyes directed towards Mckinnon, who recovered quite quickly from Padfoot's ministrations and let a smile that looked way too much with one of Sirena's take over his face. "Well, you'll be happy to hear, Black, that we were discussing over…"

"OVER NEWTs! Over NEWTs! Quite a boring subject to you, Black, I'm afraid." Evans barged in quickly and quite desperately, glaring fiercely at Mckinnon and making her and Sirena look at each other, eyebrows raised and suspicion seeping from them. Now, now, what had that been?

"Is that so, Evans? I'll have you know that I'm quite interested in our NEWTs, seeing as I'm also on seventh year and all that." She said, folding her arms over the table and leaning forward a bit, knowing exactly what that new position did to her boobs and being extremely aware of the extra two buttons she had left open that morning. She would have to remember to thank Pads for that suggestion later.

"And yet, Jamie, I don't think that's what our dear Red and Brunette here were talking about, is it?" Marcus flinched as soon as Sirena stopped talking, making her guess that she probably did something under the table to him. Evans, on the other hand, looked quite desperate to get out of that topic, looking anywhere but at her (really, he didn't even spare a glance at her prized possessions. The nerve!). And that only made everything more interesting.

"Of course it was! What else could it possibly be?" But Liam's voice was too tight and his eyes too wide, and Mark was unusually quiet, and neither of them was looking at her.

"Well, I don't know! Marcus, what's your say here?" The boy flinched again at Sirena's words (really, what was she doing with him under there?), and swallowed. The redhead in front of him looked almost pleadingly at his friend. Weird.

"Well, we were… We were talking about… Girls. Ow! For Merlin's sake, Sirena!"

He really jumped up this time, as Pads stared at him with quite a lot of anger in her grey eyes and stood up as well. She swore she saw Marcus cowering a bit in fear and Evans scooting to the side to get farther away from the girl. Even Jamie had to admit that she looked pretty scary, but she wasn't really paying any mind to that. What she was thinking about was how white Evans had gotten as Marcus was trying to explain himself and how relieved he looked the moment the word 'girls' had left his friend's lips. And how he wouldn't, for the life of him, look at her. Oh, there was definitely something more there.

"You. Me. Outside. Now." Sirena grumbled, pointing threateningly at Marcus, who only nodded rapidly before walking out of the Great Hall, Padfoot trailing behind him and looking extremely mad at him. Merlin, she pitied the destiny that awaited poor Mark outside the Hall's doors. Except…

Except Pads and Marcus didn't have anything really serious – yet – with each other, and Si herself enjoyed quite a lot talking about other boys with her and the Marauders, so… Realization dawned on her. Her friend wasn't mad. Well, not as much as she showed at least, because she obviously didn't like when Marcus talked about other girls, but it wasn't that much of a big deal, especially considering who she was. Oh no, Sirena had other things in mind. Like dragging Mark to the broom cupboard she had mentioned earlier to her – and possibly make him forget about any other girl that dared cross his mind, even if she wouldn't admit that she was actually trying to do that – and consequently leaving Jamie alone with Evans.

But Evans didn't seem to share of the same idea as her friend, as he hastily started gathering up his things to leave. "I… I should go, I have to… To go to the library, NEWTs and… Stuff."

"You alright there, Evans? You look a bit flustered." She said teasingly and grinning at him, who, if possible, got even redder. It was amazing how even when he was the color of a tomato he managed to look breath taking (ugh, she fancied him so much that her mind was getting annoyingly cheesy even for her).

"I'm fine, Potter." He muttered, finally finished packing everything and standing up. Leaving quite a full plate of food in front of him.

"Aren't you even going to finish eating, Liam?" Her grin didn't leave her face as she teased him and saw his panicked eyes flicker quickly to his plate.

"I'm… I'm not hungry anymore. I'll… I'll see you around, Potter." He stuttered, starting to leave.

"You definitely will, Evans." She said, finally, and he stumbled almost his entire way out of the Hall.

Now that had been interesting. It wasn't that Evans was ever pleased to be in her presence, but he almost never ran away like that! She had never seen Evans get so bothered by something she or Sirena had said, and they teased him a lot, it was one of their favorite hobbies, actually. And he still wouldn't even look at her! Of course, most of the time he hated her guts, but it wasn't like he couldn't even bear to direct his gorgeous eyes at her! Actually, he did that quite a bit, even if it was often only to scold her for something wrong that she had done with that gruff sexy male voice of his. But this time he had looked nervous and fidgety. And, really, when was Liam Evans ever fidgety? Oh, that was some dirt that she really needed to uncover. Maybe, after all, he wasn't as indifferent to her as he liked to think.