A STRING QUARTET
JAMES: ITS 9 O' CLOCK and I'm on Prefect duty with Lily. We spent the first half of our patrol making out in a broom cupboard but now we have separated and are walking down separate corridors. She left me wanting more, like she always does. I'm feeling pretty horny right now. Looking at the Marauders Map I see she's on the third floor. I take a glance at the dungeon and notice Narcissa is with Lucius. I have no idea what they're doing but I know it's not something I'd like so I fold the map up and put it back in my pocket. I decide to just skip out on the rest of my patrol and go back to the common room. Sirius, Remus and Peter are already in the dormitory when I get there. I join them and get ready to go to bed. The Quidditch game is tomorrow so I really should be getting some sleep.
After punching Sirius in the ribs to leave me alone, I finally get in bed. But I can't fall asleep. I just lay there, wide-awake. Peter's snores are now filling up the room. They are like waves crashing on rocks in a hurricane. I pull out the Marauders Map again and see that Lily is just returning to her dormitory. I smirk as I watch her dot. I see that Malfoy is in his dormitory probably sleeping soundly. I look in the dungeons for Narcissa's dot but I don't see it. I search through the other pages of the grounds and spot her on the lake. I stand up suddenly and peer out the window in our dormitory that overlooks that lake.
Sure enough I see her sitting on a bench alone. The moon is out and shining down on her illuminating her hair. She looks like an angel. I feel a sudden urge to go down there but I push it away. I need to sleep. We have the biggest game of the year tomorrow. I need to be well rested. But despite myself, I find myself sneaking out of the castle to and down toward the lake. She smiles when she sees me. I sit next to her and we kiss in the moonlight. She feels wonderful. I don't want the night to end.
LILY: PREFECT PATROL WITH James is always the same. Instead of patrolling for the first half, we sneak into a classroom or broom cupboard and make out, then after a while we split up and do our separate duties. He always skips out on half of it, but I stay for the whole time. I walk around the corridors on the third floor looking for something out of the ordinary but I know there's nothing and there will be nothing. By ten o' clock I know he's back up in the common room so I make my way to the Astronomy tower and I climb my way to the top.
He's already there, waiting for me. He's staring out watching the grounds with his back turned towards me. I watch him for a few moments. Finally he senses my presence and turns toward me. I fall into his arms and kiss him lightly on the lips. He holds me close to him and the wind whips through my hair sending it everywhere. He puts a hand through the mess trying to tame it. He smells like Narcissa, which makes me sick, but I know it's inevitable. We stand like this for some time not speaking. But soon we are kissing on the ground.
I don't have a care in the world as we do. I don't care about getting dirty. I don't care about the hardness of the ground. I don't care if anyone's watching us. I don't care if anyone comes up here. I don't care that I'm supposed to be patrolling the corridors and I don't care that I'm cheating on my boyfriend.
It's over sooner than I want it to be but I can't do anything about it anyway. The clock strikes eleven as we descend from the Astronomy tower. We are holding hands but when the door opens and we return to the corridor, we let go and pretend we don't have anything to do with each other. He walks in the other direction from me and we go on with our separate lives acting like we don't know each other.
LUCIUS: AS I WALKout to the Quidditch pitch I catch a glimpse of Potter. He's smirking at me, acting like he's going to win. Well, we'll see about that. I glare back at him and tell him he won't live to see tomorrow. Its not only that we're rivals in Quiddtich, but he and Lily are known as the school "sweethearts" which really makes me sick. Little does the rest of the student body know that she's in love with me, not him. And that's pretty much how I feel about this competition. It's not as much as a sports rivalry as it is a battle for Lily Evans.
The match starts and we soon lead 10 to 0 thanks to a goal by yours truly. I rub it in Potter's nose and his face turns flaming red. And before I know it we're now trailing 70 to 10. I yell at our keeper and tell him to get his head in the game. A bludger sent by Sirius Black nearly misses my head. Now I'm really starting to get angry. I swoop down and shove one of the chasers out of the way and snatch the ball up from another. I pelt down the pitch and throw it ferociously into a goal post. Now we only trail by 50 points.
I yell at Regulus Black to find the bloody snitch and he starts to yell back as the Gryffindor seeker makes a dash for something glinting in the distance. Finally Black realized and begins a long journey of trailing behind the Gryffindor. Fuming, I locate the quaffle and dash to steal it from Potter. I am nearly knocked off my broom but I recover the quaffle and pass it up ahead where someone else makes a goal. I sigh as I hear the score. We're tied. Now I can relax a bit. Black is still chasing the Gryffindor but he's slowly catching up.
I look to my side at the stands and I catch the shining green eye of Lily. It puts a spell on me and now I don't know which way to go. She blows a kiss at me, and I smile back goofily then turn to focus my attention back on the game. I see Potter watching me and my heart jumps. Did he just see that? I'm not sure, but he looks as angry as ever. He rips the quaffle out of one of our chasers hands and makes a half court pelt for the post. It floats in but its no matter for Black couldn't catch up and the damn Gryffindor caught the snitch ending the game.
NARCISSA: I'M SITTING BEHIND Lily Evans and trying to throw popcorn into her hair when Lucius flies over and stares over at me. I wave to him and he just kind of floats their dumbly. I see James behind him and I wink at him. Lucius is probably thinking it was at him, but whatever. I guess there's no harm in letting him think that. Then I watch as James tears over to steal the Quaffle and he makes a half court shot sending all the Gryffindors into a raging frenzy. His skills in Quidditch make him all that more attractive. I smirk proudly around, thinking that he's my man, even if nobody but he and I knows.
Just then the Gryffindor seeker snatches up the snitch and Gryffindor wins. The Gryffindors erupt into even louder cheering and I try to act sad and mad that we lost even though I don't give the slightest shit. I watch James fly around happily and hug Sirius Black. He's jumping up and down and smiling. He looks damn good when he does that. Then my eyes travel over to Lucius and the other Slytherins who are all cursing and throwing stuff. Lucius has an ugly expression on and I decide I don't want to talk to him when he's like that. Everyone begins to move out of the stands and back to the dormitories. Gryffindor will probably be celebrating and we will probably be sulking, but whatever.
I take my time, and tell my friends to go ahead without me. I walk slowly past the changing rooms as several people walk out. I take a peak in and notice that it's mostly deserted. I slip in and see James packing his things into his bag. His shirt is off and his hair is wet from his shower. I slip over to him, looking around. Nobody else is in there. He sees me and smiles and asks me what I thought of the game. I told him the last goal was brilliant and he pulls me into a long and deep kiss. We stand like this for several long minutes and I don't want it to end but we eventually part.
He smiles at me, with his arms around me and pushes a strand of my hair back behind me. I rub my hands across his smooth back feeling all the muscles that live there. He tells me he has to go, that there's a party waiting for him. I nod, feeling a bit sad and thinking of him with Evans. He sees my expression and kisses me again. I kiss him back moving my tongue around his mouth. He pushes me into the wall, still kissing me and I move my hands up and down his back. We get lost in the moment for a few more long and wonderful minutes until he pulls me back into reality.
He tells me he really has to go and I tell he doesn't as I begin to kiss his neck. He says no and pushes me away. I grin at him as I sit down. He rolls his eyes at me and continues to pack his things into his bag. I watch him as he does this. He's perfect and everything about him is too.
A/N: I'm really having fun writing these so I thought I'd continue. Please review!
