so, it's late. I know.
but it has arrived although delayed.

I don't own the characters, I don't own anything. I own... this hat. (strokes hat affectionately) my hat...


"James." Lily muttered, obviously and once again annoyed. James continued to rub the sticks together.

"It's not going to work~" She sang in a taunting tone. James finally took a glance at her. He was the one that was defintely irked. He glared at her long and hard and she didn't even flinch at his action. Lily just smirked. Lily Evans layed flat on her stomach. With the palms of her hands making a nice rest for her chin. James was knelt to the fire pit.
Okay, there was no fire, yet. So technically it was just a pit, with dry grass in it. James had two thick sticks in each hand. One faced to the dirt in a vertical stance and the other in his hand as he rubbed it horizontally.

"I'd appericate if you didn't put me down." James mumbled darkly, still causing friction against the branches. Lily sighed, possibly blowing out any flame. James glared once again.

"I'm sorry, James. But if we continue with your cartoon methods we will have to do it all night." Lily explained, tiredly. Rocking her legs backwards and forwards in her pose. James smirked

"Hehe, do it. . . all night." James caught onto a few key words of her setence and could still make it sound sexual. Lily gave him a stubborn, stern look with her emerald eyes.

"Mature." She commented.

"Thank you, Lily. I do say, you sitting like that is rather cute, I can barely control my hormones." James giggled, throwing his head back. Lily stiffened and was a little bit disturbed at the word hormones. She began to wonder what was going through James' head.

"I'm surprised you are actually trying to control them. . . " Lily mumbled and stared at the dirt below her. James muffled his laughter to a halt.

"Well, Lily if you don't want me too, that's just fine." James dropped his sticks immediatly and scooted over swiftly. He placed Lily's head on his lap. She turned her whole body to see his expression.
Only to see that he was leaning into her lips. Before James got to touch, Lily quickly put her palm to his pouted lips.

"YOU IDIOT!" She screeched.

"Ow!Ow!Ow! Lily, stop pushing my face away!" James cried with his lips still smooching onto her smooth palm. Lily Evan's head was in James Potter's crotch. . . It didn't take long for Lily to spring off after thinking of the posistion. James gave out a quick sigh of disappointment.

"Oh god. I can't wait to get off this island." Lily groaned, put too hand to her temples and rubbing fiercly. James gazed as she made a mess of her warm Canadian maple leaf coloured hair. So red.

"Aw, Lily. Can't we just snog for a little bit? You don't have to pretend anymore because no one is around!" James explained but he put it in a heartfelt tone.

"Ugh, Potter. Quit calling me by my first name. And I'm not pretending. I just don't want to kiss you!" Lily snapped, biting at the air. James was aching, every bit of her was just so adorable. Even when she did cute little things like rub her temples or sit a certain way, James was just so attracted.

"Come on, Evans. One kiss won't hurt." James said, intertwining his hands in a beg like motion.

"We sort of kissed. . ."Lily mumbled but didn't like to admit it, personally. She just didn't want to do it again, especially with an awake Potter.

"But. . . you jumped off me when I started to give it back. . ." James pouted, also presenting some hazel puppy eyes. Lily felt a tug at her heart strings from such a cute look. She didn't want to admit it was cute. James Potter was attractive and Lily hated to agree with the fact.

"Oh, I know. We will have a game to settle this!" James decided. Lily cocked one naturally russet coloured eyebrow.

"Game? Like. . . Rock, paper, scissors?" Lily compared.

"Well, more like a challenge." James explained slightly more efficent. Lily still didn't understand him though.

"Who can make a fire first game!" Jame stood up and pumped a fist into the air then brought down to his eye level. A detrimined look painted into his eyes. Lily glanced up at him with a blank stare laced into her composure.

"Er. . . " Lily stuttered out in confusion.

"First one to make a fire, If I win we get to make out for . . . well, whenever I want." Lily's jaw dropped and she could have sworn it would have clunked with the ground. James winked.

"Ugh! No way!" Lily screamed. James' smirk just deepened in concieted wit.

"What's this? Not feeling confident? Are you admitting that I can make a fire and you can't?" James continued to badger at the challenge. Lily slowly stood up also. She thought it over.
Admitting defeat to the one, the only, James Potter. Not a chance. Lily could never deny a challenge from such an oppenent.

"Fine! What do I get when I win!?" Lily barked. James' smile only got wider. Lily had just fell into his trap. Just like a mouse with cheese. He could only concur that this would be one fun day ahead of them.

"If you win-"

"When I win." Lily corrected.

"Whatever, I'll be your slave for . . . a day. And if you want me to be a sex slave, I have no problem with-"

"Shut it, Pot head." Lily demanded. James bent down and picked up a thick looking stick. He picked away at the bark aimlessly.

"When I win you get to be my slave? Hm, but what else could you do besides sex?" Lily asked, in train of thought.

"You can sit here all day and you tell me to do anything. Search food. Build huts. Have a shag." James smirked brightly at the last suggestion. Lily didn't bother giving him a glare.
It had no effect at this point of the game.

"I said besides sex." Lily informed stubbornly.

"We're going to have sex at some point. Wait, Lily, are you a virgin?" James suddenly asked out of curiousity.

"Psh, of course not." Lily lied. James grinded his teeth in anger. In belief someone had seen his flower naked. Someone had touched her skin, tasted her. Taking her virginity, when it should have been him to steal it. James was furious. He gawked at the ground in rage and tried not to go beserk.

"Who?" James mumbled angrily. The large stick in his hands, had apparently snapped into two smaller sticks.

"Geez, Potter. You actually thought I did?" Lily asked in amazement to his stupidity. James' face brightened.

"So, no one unpelted my flower?!" He asked in excitement.

"Unlike you Potter, I'm not a sex hound. " She reminded. James let out a scream of victory.

"Oh, Lily. I'm so happy. I thought for sure when you went away for sixth year summer. . . that you would. . ." He tried not imagine another man ontop of her but the images just attacked his mind.

"God, James. I don't feel comfortable talking about my non existant sex life with you. " Lily stated lamely with a blush lacing into her to skin tone. Matching quite well with her red hair.

"Ahh, say it again." James commanded in a warm tone of relief. Lily arched an eyebrow again. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

"My non existant sex life." She repeated in a very bored voice level. James shivered violently in a pleasured way. Lily placed her hand to her forehead and groaned. She really believed he was a pain.
"Anyways, may the best man win." James left out his hand, hoping he would reap the benefits of touching Lily's oh so smooth hands. Lily looked at his large hand disapprovingly.

"Sure, considering you are a boy." Lily pointed out. James' hand still held out.

"Believe me, Lily Evans. They don't give such large equipment-" James slouched promisciously towards Lily.

"To boys." He whispered, his lips brushing against her cheek. Lily pushed him away by the shoulders.

"Don't!" Lily whined, now locking a cage around her torso. The significant body language for discomfort. James smirked.

"Don't what?" James asked innocently.

"Don't get so close, who do you think you are?!" Lily asked aloud in such fierce rage. To her surprise, she could only see James Potter striding away from her. All she could see was the back of his muscle shirt.

"Hey, I wasn't done yelling!" Lily screeched. James smiled to himself. He was thinking that how things never change. From first year to seventh, Lily Evans has never liked him. Things never change was not a good choice of words in the scenario they were surronded around. A stranded island, that's some definite change. He glanced behind himself. Only to see steam rise from Lily's head. Her fists tight and ready for use. This was a common stance for Lily Evans. But what was new, was the warm pink painted across her face. Maybe things do change.

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"Remus!" Mary constantly tapped at Remus' drenched face. Remus groaned slightly in irritation. He swatted the hand away and continued to lay there. His lungs ached awkwardly. Which would usually cause him to stay awake from such inward pain, but instead it was just pushing him into an unconscious state. His muscles were cramped from swimming with Mary and now he only wanted to rest. Sleer forever and never wake up. Mary and himself only slept for a few hours. Mary obvious to wake up first in panic. As if she didn't know she swam herself to the desserted island.

"Remus! Wake up, you idiot!" She screeched in rage. Remus continued to lay where he was. He now understood why some girls had called Mary annoying in the past. She was so impaient and bossy.

"Shut. . . shut up." Remus mumbled, some salt water dribbling from his mouth.

"UGH!" She screamed and hopped up from her kneedling heard her constant cursing drift off as she left the scene. Remus let out a sigh. Now he could relax with the annoying prat gone off. He snuggled himself into the cold dirt and let the rays shine on his face.

"I said-" The horrid voice returned. Remus' body tensed at the reunition of her loud tone.

"WAKE UP!" And at that moment, Remus was drenched in even more water. He shot up like a jacking box. Mary poured two handfuls of water of all over his face.

"Idiot! That better not have been salt water!"

"Well, I didn't exactly bring a bottle of water when I hopped out of the burning plane!" She yelled, stomping a foot into the dirt. Obviously, outraged. But when was she not angry?

"Stupid! You aren't suppose to pour that water near the mouth! I could have swallowed it and I could have died!"

"Well, how was I suppose to know?"

"Common sense?" Remus asked in a demeaning tone.

"Ugh! You are so annoying!" Mary claimed as she squeezed her eyes shut and squeezed her head, hoping to juice out the stress.

"Wait, you didn't drink any of the salt water did you?" Remus asked suddenly, his irritation left after the fear from her answer flooded him. Mary let her hands drop slowly. She thought out the question he had asked.

"Well, maybe. I'm not really a good swimmer, I think I might of." Mary answered simply, obviously not caring about the situation.

"Did you not hear me?! I said you could get die or really sick from that!" Remus stormed closer to her, He grapped her shoulders and span her around. Mary felt dizzy to easily in just one swing. Remus posistioned her back to him and he began to smack her back violently.

"OW! STOP!" Mary complained, still not taking a grasp at her balance yet.

"Throw up! Mary, throw up and you won't die!" Remus yelled at her, smacking hard.

"Remus Lupin, if you don't stop hitting me- ULRRP!" Mary's stomach immediatly took a turn for the worse, She could feel the weight of juices rising to her throat. She bent over and automatically started to spew the vomit. Uncontrollably, Mary started to sob. It was something she always did when she threw up so demonically. The stomach now took notice to the deadly fluids in her, and constantly forced it self out.
Thus, Mary continued to vomit all over what use to be such a beautiful colour of white sand.

"REMUS!!" She screeched,outraged because of his actions, before puking once again. Remus just patted her back in sympathy. _____

Lily dropped the sticks in disatisfaction. There wasn't even the slight smoke tend to rise. No, just the irritating noise of two dry sticks rubbing against eachother within the dead grass she threw into the pit. She believed now that all cartoons were false in the accusasion of that fire could start so easily. Of course, she believed in friction, but she had no paitence. This was a race. A battle against James Potter. If she lost, she would be forever stuck lip locking her biggest tormentor.

"There has to be an easier way. . ." Lily mumbled to herself. She took a glance over to see what James was up too. What tactic could he be using. But, James was just using the same old routine of rubbing twigs.

"If a caveman could do it, so can I." James uttered loudly, without knowing that one of his thoughts were said aloud. Lily giggled at his comment. James' flinched at the sweet melody and turned around. Lily didn't hide her smile, she wanted to know that she had heard. James flushed slightly as he noticed Lily.

"Giving up, Evans?" James was quick to start a topic before Lily could tease him. Lily looked down at her failed attempts. Pieces of bark from trees scattered around her area as well as the two sticks beside her legs. Her pit was organized properly with all the thick pieces of sticks she could find vertically, creating a circle. And in the middle of that circle was the yellowish dead grass she tossed in.

"Nope, you?" Lily asked, with ease.

"Nope." James answered a little too quickly. Lily's thin eyebrows pulled downward in disatisfaction.

"Well, good." Lily snipped inwardly.

"Indeed." James replied swiftly.

"Wouldn't be fun beating someone who didn't even try." Lily added in with the same quick pace. She replied as if she had already won this whole contest.

"Agreed. Wouldn't be much of a challenge when I beat you so easily." And James wasn't slow at responding. He was just the same at figuring he won.

"Ugh, you are repulsive." Lily couldn't think of any other come back. James smirked at the little insult. He loved it when she used intelligent words. Not like other girls he had dated. When most of those air heads would use words such as, Totally Fantabulous! Or add like into every few seperate words.

"You're sexy." James replied, winking at the frustrated red head.

"I hate you." Lily annouced, crossing her arms.

"Love you too, Lilikins." James said and blew the fiery tempered woman a kiss. Lily didn't bother trying to catch it, She turned away from his gazes. Lily Evans would win this competition. There was no way she could possibly live with herself if she did. Snogging James Potter. . . whenever he wanted?! She figured that term 'whenever' meant that the two of them would be eternally clinged to the mouth. Lily got the shivers from the thought.

"Although, if I do lose I'll finally be able to know if James is as great a kisser all the girls say he is," Lily muttered subconsciously. She just realized the words she had just said and was completely stunned with herself. She almost urged to slap her own face when she turned around just to check if James heard her. He seemed to be still contempt with his two sticks. Lily sighed heavily.

"I don't want to know if James is a good kisser, I mean, ew, who in there right mind would even want to find out. What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked and rubbed her forehead.


end of chapter four, ;D
reviews please or I might give up on this story.