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Chapter Three
Throughout the next week Hogwarts prepared for the upcoming Quidditch Final. Bets were taken, score predictions noted, and well wishers and admirers lined the halls, hoping to get a glimpse of either team.
James, used to the kind of attention Quidditch brought, carried on as he normally did; basking in all the glory. Benjy Fenwick, Captain of their opponents, Ravenclaw, however, had a bit more trouble adjusting. He grew apprehensive of walking the halls, lest there might be admirers or people intent on sabotaging him.
Two days before the Final, Benjy was walking back from the Hufflepuff dorms, having just successfully used his newfound popularity to get his rocks off. Feeling supremely satisfied he hadn't taken the safest route to Ravenclaw Tower, which all blokes tend to do because all boys feel superior and invincible after they hook up with a girl. This is a universal truth and one of the first things girls learned while attending Hogwarts School.
Benjy was walking along the fifth floor corridor, and passing the portrait of Morgan le Fay, just as the torches lining the corridor blew out simultaneously. He froze, glancing around.
"Hello?" he called out cautiously, lighting his wand in the process.
"Fenwick," said a voice right behind him, and he whirled around, losing his balance.
"Evans?" he said, trying to untangle his right leg from the other. "Did you see who put the lights out? It's weird that they would—"
"I did."
"Wha—what? Why did you put the lights out?" he attempted to regain the 'cool' attitude he so often had around Lily Evans. "Not that I care, I mean, I know how to use a wand—"
"That's not all you can use I hear." Lily stepped forward, out of the shadows, which threw her previously dim features into sharp relief. Her long hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail that curled down to the middle of her back. Benjy noticed her cheekbones stood out a little more than they usually did, but he stopped focusing on this once her realized what she was wearing.
Lily had dressed up for the occasion; the little black dress she was wearing had hardly enough material to actually be called a dress, but Benjy certainly wasn't complaining. The dress, short and low-cut, was everything out of Benjy's wildest imaginations, which always starred Lily Evans. From the curve of her breasts to the tilt to her hips her could not stop looking at her and thanking Merlin that she was in front of him. It took him about three slow up-and downs of her slender body to fully process what she had said.
"Oh, yeah, well," he said. "I'm pretty good with both." His insides were screaming, and his cock had started to twitch.
Lily gave him a languid smile; a sexy smile that came straight out of Benjy's dreams. "So I hear." She walked forward, taking her sweet time and her hips swaying back and forth as she did. "I also hear that you were just in the Hufflepuff dorms with Maggie Lightberry."
"How did you—" but Benjy could not continue; Lily had stepped close to him, so close that her full breasts were pressed against his chest, and one of her slender thighs was pressing in between his legs.
"I know everything about you, Fenwick," she murmured, pressing her soft lips against his neck.
He threw his head back as she pushed him against the wall and began ravishing his collarbone and neck. One hand rested on her waist while the other went and grabbed her full on the arse, and she grinded her hips against him in response. She licked the hollow in his collarbone and then bit down on the side of his neck so hard that he dropped his lighted wand which fell to the floor by Lily's feet, and illuminated the both of them, just enough that Benjy could appreciate all the things she was doing to him, without being in total darkness.
"And do you like what you know?"
She smiled against his neck. "I don't know…you've been pretty bad haven't you?" She took one of her hands from where in was resting on the wall next to Benjy's head and trailed it down his chest until she grabbed the throbbing erection from outside of his trousers. He groaned.
"Yes, I have."
"Like when you stripped naked last year after O.W.L.s and ran around the school," she said, still gripping him firmly.
"Mhmm," he said as she began stroking him.
"And when you fingered Sarah MacMillan under the table during Charms," she said in her sultry voice, as she unzipped his trousers and sank to her knees in front of him.
Benjy almost squealed in excitement.
He noticed Lily shifting for a second, before settling back in front of him.
"Or the time you got so drunk after last years Quidditch Final that you mistook Andrew West for a girl and had anal sex with him."
Benjy froze for a split second, not believing what he was hearing.
"Impedimenta," Lily said before he could run, pointing his own wand at him and rising off her knees.
Benjy was frozen, standing there with his cock out and almost trembling in fear.
Lily smiled that dangerous smile at him.
"How did you know that? No ones knows about that…"
"Andrew West certainly did."
"Yes, but…"
"Yes but you'd thought you'd taken care of it."
"I did," Benjy said indignantly.
"If I were you, I'd review the chapter on memory modification in our spell book, because yours aren't quite up to snuff."
Benjy stared at her with a mixture of fear and total awe.
"I told you, Benjy Fenwick. I know everything about you."
"Okay. Then why've you brought me here?"
"I need you to do something for me."
"A favor?"
"No," she said sharply. "A favor implies I will be actively doing something in return for you. I need you to do something for me, and that will be the end of it."
"And if I refuse?"
A dark look crossed her face. "You aren't in a position to refuse. You know what information I have, Fenwick. It isn't wise to cross me."
"And what exactly are you going to do with the information?"
"If you do what you're supposed to, withhold it."
"And what, you're going to tell everyone if I don't do something for you? You're bluffing." Benjy's voice was confident, but his knees were knocking together.
"Are you really willing to take that chance?" she asked with a small grin.
Benjy grunted. "What do you want?"
Lily smiled like a lion having just gotten her prey. "Just one tiny thing…"
The air was thick with excitement the following Saturday, as the entire school made their way down to the pitch; everyone was giddy for the upcoming match. Houses mingled with each other, students of the ones not playing sporting the colors of the ones who were, and Mundungus Fletcher was running from group to group, taking last minute bets for his pool.
"Ravenclaw, most definitely," Jeremy Lyons was saying to Mundungus, who had stopped him and his friends outside the Gryffindor changing room. "Five Galleons on Ravenclaw." He handed Fletcher the money, who was scribbling down the bet in a grubby notebook he had. "They're top-notch this year," continued Jeremy. "Three already scouted players, and Fenwick as Captain? They're going to absolutely flatten Gryffindor."
"You sure about that, Lyons?" said a voice, and the group of Hufflepuff boys turned to see Lily sauntering towards them.
A smirk graced Jeremy's face. "Think I'm wrong, do you Evans?"
Lily looked at him with her wide green eyes. "I know you're wrong, Lyons."
The other boys in the group began giving each other excited looks. Jeremy and Lily had famously hooked up in their fourth year, and the entire school had waited for them to repeat it. The two's coolness and rebellion made them perfect for each other, and they weren't in the same House, which always made for messy hookups. They hadn't done anything since that first time though, much to the school's disappointment.
"Fancy a bet?"
Lily's lips curled into a smile. "You have no idea."
"Mundungus, if you will—"
"No," interrupted Lily. "Off the books. This is between you and me, baby."
Jeremy paused, and then grinned. "Sounds good. How much are you willing to lose?"
"Two hundred Galleons."
"Fi—wait what?"
Lily smirked. "Two hundred Galleons on Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw 310-10." The Lyon's family was one of the richest wizarding families in the world, but had only recently become so; most people speculated that they had achieved their wealth through less-than-legal means and, even so, two hundred Galleons was quite a bit of money for a Hogwarts student surviving on his monthly allowance.
Jeremy grimaced. Evans had played this well; she knew that he could not back down once he had stated his intent and given her the opportunity to name the price.
"Fine. Two hundred on that prediction," he said through gritted teeth. "Shake on it?"
"Kiss on it," said Lily, and she grabbed his collar and drew him into her mouth. The boys around him began to hoot and holler and cause the immature ruckus boys do when they see such things.
All the noise seeped into the Gryffindor changing room, interrupting James's pre-game speech.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" he said aloud, interrupting his lecture on defensive positioning.
Kirk Peates, one of their beaters, ambled over to the open window and stuck his head out of it.
"It's Evans and Lyons," he grunted.
"What are they doing?" asked Sirius, leaning against the far wall.
"Shoving their tongues down each others throats."
"What? "yelped Sirius. He and James hurried to the window and shoved Peates out of the way. "Isn't she supposed to fuck Moony today?"
"Yeah," replied James, staring out the window at the pair. "What the hell is she doing?"
Sirius shrugged, and then, without speaking, they both darted out the door and strode to where the pair were still locked in a tight embrace.
Sirius reached Jeremy just as they stopped kissing; he noticed Jeremy looked rather terrified, and the teensiest bit turned on.
"Lyons," greeted James coldly. "Mind if we borrow Evans?"
Jeremy shrugged. "Do whatever you want." He was just turning away, when he stopped.
"Hey Potter."
James acknowledged him with a nod. "Do whatever it takes to lose, alright? I've got a lot of money on Ravenclaw."
James smirked. "Then I will do everything in my power to make sure you lose every cent of it."
Jeremy Lyons gave him a hard smile, and walked away, the June sun glinting off the back of his blonde head.
"Now," said James, turning back to Lily who was standing demurely in front of him and Sirius. "What the bloody hell were you doing, kissing Lyons like that? You can't do that!"
Lily's eyebrow shot up. "Excuse me?"
"What he means to say," said Sirius hastily, before James could say anything else. "Is that we assumed today would be the day that you sleep with Remus, and that we're confused as to why exactly you were kissing Lyons; Remus could've seen, and then not wanted to sleep with you."
Lily started at him for a hard minute. "Let me get one thing clear, Black. I'm doing this as a service and favor to you—"
"—And getting one in return," muttered James.
"However, that doesn't mean that life has to stop because the Marauders deigned to grace me with their holy presence. I have things to do, business to take care of. Got it?"
The two boys nodded. Her lips quirked into a slow smile.
"Good luck." And she began to saunter away, with both boys appreciating the view it allowed them, before turning around once more. "Hey Potter. Do whatever it takes to win, alright? I've got a lot of money on Gryffindor." He grinned, and the raven-haired boy and the flame-headed girl stood there for a minute, suspended in the golden afternoon of summer, oblivious to everything and everyone. She broke the spell first, and turned away from James and Sirius, and began loping towards the stands.
And this time, she did not look back.
The familiar excitement was in the air was electric as the spectators awaited the players. Remus Lupin was sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor section, sporting a bright pink shirt that had "I LOVE PRONGS AND PADFOOT" splashed across the front.
"Nice shirt," said Lily, sitting down next to him.
He grinned. "Thanks, they made it for me last week, apparently if I don't wear it I'm not a good friend."
"Did they make one for Peter as well?"
Remus nodded. "Yeah, but he's in the Hospital Wing; one of his potions blew up during his Remedial Sessions."
"Yeah, I was there."
Remus glanced at her. "Really? Why?"
"I teach Remedial Potions. Slughorn just doesn't have the time."
"I'm impressed."
Lily shrugged, and did not reply for the Marcus Northwood had just assumed his regular seat behind the microphone and had spoken.
"WELCOOOOOOOME HOGWARTS!"
This simple admission was met with cheers and chants from both sides of the pitch as the entire population of Hogwarts rose to their feet.
"On this very special and historic day—"
"How is it historic?" wondered Remus aloud.
"To the Quidditch Final with Ravenclaw and Gryffindoooooor!"
Northwood stood up, and pointed to one end of the pitch. "I give you….RAVENCLAW!" Seven streams of bright blew emerged from the ground, and flew around the pitch.
"Michaels, Stevens, Bellamy, Christianson, Smith, Anderson, and Fenwick!" Benjy's name was met with the loudest of cheers as the team continued to fly around the pitch.
"And now," said Northwood in a hushed tone. "I give you …GRYFFINDOR!" Seven blurs of crimson shot of the ground, opposite of the Ravenclaws and rose up in one movement, staying together, and hovering twenty meters above the spectators, watching them likes gods of the universe.
"Wood, Longbottom, Dominick, Shades, Cootes, Renoll, and Potter!" Again, the Captain's name was met with the loudest yell, even louder than Benjy's had been. The girls in the crowd swooned and professed their love as James Potter rose above them, looking down with a superior glare.
A whistle sounded, and Madame Hooch strode out onto the field.
"Captains!" she bellowed, loud enough for the cheering stadium to hear. "Shake hands!"
Benjy and James both urged their brooms forwards and met in the middle of the pitch, still dozens of meters above the cheering crowd.
"Potter," said Benjy, removing his glove and grasping his Gryffindor counterpart's hand.
"Fenwick," said James through gritted teeth. He noticed, as he shook Fenwick's hand, that it was dripping with sweat, and, upon further inspection, so was his brow.
"You alright, Fenwick?" asked James. "You don't look so good."
Benjy growled. "It's nothing. Just…just tell Lily when you see her that I kept my end of the bargain up. Now she has to keep hers."
James furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?" Benjy shook his head, and flew towards the goalposts he would be protecting as Ravenclaw's Keeper.
James tried to clear his head. There was enough going on without having Crazy Lily on his mind as well. He'd tell her after the game, he reasoned. Right before she sleeps with Moony, he thought with dread. James took one deep breath, and resolved not to think about it anymore.
"Players, at the ready!" called Madame Hooch. "Three, two—" she blew her whistle, and the match began.
Twenty minutes later, Gryffindor was up 130-10. The blue side of the stadium was relatively quiet, when compared with the roaring lion of a crowd opposite them. The fans clad in red and gold shouted and screamed as their heroes darted and swerved around the pitch, booing when a Ravenclaw Chaser got the Quaffle.
It wasn't as if Ravenclaw was playing badly, thought Remus. They were actually out classing Gryffindor at some points. No, the problem for the Eagles was Benjy Fenwick, the star Keeper. Every time One of Gryffindor's Chasers zoomed towards him with the Quaffle and launched it towards one of the goalposts, he missed it.
"Not only does he miss it," Remus was saying to Lily, shouting above the crowd's roar as James scored twice again, and the chants for 'Potter' began. "It's almost like he's diving out of the way, so he intentionally doesn't get it."
"Weird," said Lily with a smile. "Only one more goal until 160."
"Why does that matter?"
Lily looked over at him, smiling with her teeth. "It doesn't." And she wouldn't say anything more.
James paused in mid-flight, looking over at the scoreboard. 140 for Gryffindor, and 10 for Ravenclaw. This match would turn out to be an easy flattening if Cootes could find that damn Snitch. James whistled at Madame Hooch for a time out, and his players convened around him, hovering above the pitch.
"Listen up! We're winning but don't you dare rest on your laurels. If their Seeker gets the Snitch we lose. I want everyone focused on keeping Cootes out of their Beaters way, alright? I'll keep focus on offense, because it will be so damn easy to rack up more points on Fenwick."
"Yeah, what the hell is going on with him today?" asked Sirius.
James shrugged. "Whatever it is, let's capitalize on it. Cootes, if you don't get that goddamned Snitch in the next three minutes I will not let you back on the team next year, got it?" Cootes gulped and nodded. "Alright, let's go." The team scattered much to the pleasure of the savage crowd, who were getting off on this brutal game.
As the match began again, James scored two more goals, bringing the score up to 160, and as he did, he caught a glimpse of Benjy Fenwick's distraught face. He looked as though he had died; lifeless and black, like he had all game. He isn't even trying, thought James. James shot the Quaffle for the third goal since the match had resumed, but Benjy had looked at the scoreboard, seemed to notice something, and had his first save of the game.
In that moment, Benjy and James both stared at each other, before hearing a roar in the background.
"Gryffindor wins!" shouted Northwood, and James turned to see Cootes hovering above the Gryffindor stands, a shiny gold Snitch clasped in his hands.
"Well, that's it," said Remus, standing and stretching. Lily stood fluidly with him. "You going to the after-party?"
Lily smiled. "Is there anyone who isn't?"
Remus grinned, and the pair began walking down the steps to where the Gryffindor team was being carried on the shoulders of their fans. "Brilliant match!" he shouted through cupped hands, and Sirius and James both turned their heads and grinned.
"Since you're going tonight, does that mean we're having sex?"
Remus froze and stared at Lily. "What?"
Lily shrugged. "James and Sirius asked me to take your virginity. But, if you're not up for becoming a man, that's fine." She gave him a smile and started to walk away, before Remus caught her arms and stopped her.
"No, it's just...nevermind. Yeah, I guess it means we're having sex.
Lily didn't have to turn around for Remus to know that she was smiling her damn smile again.
"See you tonight," she said softly, and walked away.
Remus stood there, drowning in a sea of red and gold and wondering just what Sirius and James had gotten him into.