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In typical James fashion, he looked a put together mess. His hair stuck up in every which way and his clothes were rumpled in a manner that suggested he had just rolled out of bed wearing them. He probably had. Students surrounded him, drawn to his charismatic nature. Emma was tucked under his arm, his perfect beautiful girlfriend. He threw his head back and laughed at something someone had said, probably Sirius. I turned away from the scene and drank three fire whiskey shots in succession.
"wow, I didn't know you drink Evans."
I was startled and looked over to the person who had spoken, Marlene McKinnon. Marlene was in the same year as me, but she had never gotten along with Emma or I. Marlene was a rule breaker and played with boys hearts. She was a tall golden vixen adorned with blonde curls and wide fuck me blue eyes. Currently, her slender body was draped over the common room couch. She had a bottle of Firewhiskey in her hand that she took a long drink from. She looked up at me with interest. I dropped down next to her and took the bottle from her hands. I took a long drink of my own. Her eyebrow rose in amusement. It was perfectly plucked and manicured. I stared at it longer than necessary and said, "you have perfect eyebrows." Her other eyebrow followed up and her whole face lit up with a smile, "are you drunk Evans?"
"No," I snapped and had another sip from the bottle, "I'm not a light weight thank you very much McKinnon. I know you think you know me, but you don't."
She shrugged, "Didn't mean to offend you Evans. I was just surprised is all. Frankly, I didn't know you had it in you."
I gave her an annoyed look and she simply smirked, probably amused by the whole situation.
"You know..." I mussed, "this is probably the first conversation we've ever had outside of class."
Marlene looked over to the game of Fire whiskey Pong that some of the Gryffindor's had decided to start. They were guffawing loudly and stumbling about. She was still watching them when she said, "yeah I guess you're right."
"What fucking idiots," I muttered distractedly as Amos Diggory, who honestly shouldn't even be in our common room, tripped over his own feet and groped Bella Marie... She gasped and then started giggling. She grabbed Amos by the collar and dragged him to a corner, presumably to do things i didn't really want to think about.
Marlene laughed and looked at me with curious eyes, "what is the matter with you Evans? I never thought I'd see the day Angel Evans cussed, drank straight fire whiskey and talked badly about other students."
I laughed and looked at her strangely, "You have a really warped view of me you know that? First, I cuss all the time, just not in class or around teachers. Second, I drink- I'm friends with the marauders for crying out loud, of course I drink. And last, well.. I'm not perfect McKinnon. My life's fucked up okay?"
"Hmmm," She blinked and took the fire whiskey bottle from me and drank some, "Okay, but I'm not an idiot Evans. You're upset about something."
"Yes, well that's my business. What about you? Why are you sitting by yourself during a party?"
"I'm not sitting by myself. I'm with you," she smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Why aren't you with your other half?" Marlene asked and I replied with a guarded expression, "Emma's with James."
Marlene's eyes sparked, "Actually.. I was talking about Potter."
"James?" I asked incredulously.
"yeah, you two are practically attached at the hip these days."
I was quiet for a moment before acknowledging what she said as the truth, "we're busy with heads stuff a lot."
Marlene rolled her eyes, "don't give me that bullshit. I've gone to this school same amount of years as you Evans. None of the other head boys and girls spent all their time together and none of them were James Potter and Lily Evans. You two are like some sort of weird legend."
I snorted, "we are not."
"You hated each other for four years, your fights were legendary. I particularly enjoyed them, they were quite amusing. Then, something happened in fifth year and you didn't fight anymore. Slowly, I watched the absolute impossible happen. You and Potter. It was crazy to watch really. The way you both thrive in each others presence."
I felt tears prick my eyes and I hastily tried to stop myself from crying like an idiot.
"He lights up when you talk to him you know Lily," i think it was the first time I had heard her address me with my first name and it was the first time she sounded sincere and even... sympathetic? "When you come into a room he changes somehow, becomes even more... James."
"I don't know why you're telling me this," I bight out unhappily, "this is none of your business and he's dating my best friend if you haven't noticed."
"I never said he noticed it," she paused at my confused look, "the change i mean, the change in himself. I suspect he won't realize it for sometime."
"You're even more fucking mental than I thought you were Marlene McKinnon. Now can we stop talking about Potter and drink?"
She chuckled and finished the last bit of fire whiskey in the bottle, "you reckon we'll talk at all after tonight?"
"No probably not," I laughed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw James and Emma kissing lovingly. His hands played with the hem of her shirt, itching to take it off. He grabbed her hand and headed towards the exit quite suddenly. Sirius yelled unhappily about him leaving the party early, but James only flicked him off and proceeded to drag a giggling Emma out of the common room. There was no way I was going back to the heads dorms tonight.
A cute boy walked past the couch we were sitting on. He looked like he might be in fifth year. I called out to him and Marlene looked at me questioningly. "Get us a couple of bottles would you?" I asked and batted my eyes at him. He looked dazed for a moment, looking back and forth from me and then Marlene. " 'course," he croaked out and scurried off to get us alcohol.
Marlene laughed happily. We were both already tipsy and it wouldn't take much more to set me over the edge. "Want to get completely and utterly smashed with me McKinnon? It's a once in a life time opportunity."
Even though her eyes were dazed, they sparkled in anticipation, "hell yes."
The next morning, I woke as one would expect a person who had gotten completely drunk the night before would wake up. Sprawled half naked on the floor, my face smashed into the carpet and my legs awkwardly draped over Marlene, who was shirtless and her hair was a in a state. It looked like a big blonde tumbleweed on her head. Her make-up was smeared all over her tan face. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips, but I immediately regretted it as my head burst into flames. The headache was unbearable and I instantly wanted some of James' pepper up stash. Marlene groaned when I stood. She rubbed her face, only making her mascara and red lip gloss smear even more. she looked up at me and squinted. She tried to grin, but it came out as more of a cringe, "fun night Lily. We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Yeah," I muttered, surprised that I actually meant it, "I'm gonna head out." I hiked my thumb over my shoulder at the door, while grabbing my skirt and shoes and shirt from the floor. I hastily jammed my body parts back into my clothing.
"See you later?" I asked unsure.
Marlene was quiet for a moment and rubbed her temples soothingly, "yeah. See you later."
"Shut up!" a voice grumbled. Her head was stuffed under a pillow and I didn't stick around to see who it was. Downstairs was a huge mess and I half wanted to pull out my wand and do a quick clean up, but my head was pounding and I felt like throwing up, so I headed back to my room instead. I was scared to go into our dorm and find Emma laying on the couch, or eating James and my cookie and sweets stash. I knew it was horrible and I knew it was wrong, but that was our place, and I hated it when she invaded it. I could never say anything against it, so usually, I just bit my tongue and went to my room. Lately, I resented Emma more and more. I hated it when she got good grades. I hated her laugh. I hated her cutesy clothes and her perky attitude. I couldn't even talk to her without something annoying me about her. We had been best friends since first year and it startled me how easily i destroyed that.. over a boy. She noticed. I know she did. No more late night sleepovers or sneaking out to Hogsmeade. No more giggling about boys. Not as much as we used to. I tried, but I usually only ended up being irritable and grumpy. She doesn't know why, or at least I think and hope she doesn't know why. James and her left the party early last night and no doubt had hot girlfriend boyfriend sex in his room. I cringed and steeled myself to see Emma in our common room. My head was pounding so viciously by the time I made it to the entrance that I almost couldn't remember the password. Somehow I did and slipped into the room as quietly as I could.
"Hey Lil, I was wondering where you wer-" James voice trailed off as he saw me. His mouth hung slightly open and I looked at him strangely. What on earth was he gawking at? I looked down at myself and flushed immediately. My shirt was skew and pulled down far enough to give him a good view of one of my breasts and the pale blue lace bra that covered it. My skirt, in my haste while putting it on, was much too high and revealed too much of my thighs. I quickly straightened myself out. James cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair.
"You were at the party last night?"
"Yes," I snapped. He hadn't even known I was there? How wonderful.
His eyes scanned my disheveled hair and swollen lips and I watched them darken considerably, "what the hell were you doing?" I don't know if he noticed he had yelled, but by the look on his face he probably didn't care at this moment.
I scowled, "what business of that is yours?"
"You're my mate... and well, someone could have taken advantage of you."
I scoffed, "nothing happened against my will James."
He rolled his eyes, "well you shouldn't be acting like a whore either Lily!"
Fury bubbled in my stomach and my head ache stabbed me right between the eyes repeatedly. "How dare you say that to me! I'm not some skank!"
"Well.." he was fumbling over his words and flailing his arms around like a frightened fish, "well.. look at you. You look like you were just fucked."
"So what if I was!" I shot back and his eyes widened, "I'm a GIRL James! I like fucking. You are not my brother or my father or even my boyfriend and you can not be angry at me for shagging a bloke!"
"Wait?" He looked suddenly pale, "you shagged someone last night?"
"OF COURSE NOT!" I exploded angrily, "but that's not the point! I could if I wanted too!"
"What on earth are you two shouting about?" Emma's sweet voice trailed down to us and I looked up the stairs towards James' room. She stood by his door, wearing one of his expensive collared shirts. It ended on her naked thigh and gave a nice view of her legs. I looked at James in disgust, "don't lecture me about sex James." I stormed past him and up the stairs towards my room.
"Lily!" Emma called in a distressed voice, but I ignored her. I slammed my door and dropped onto my bed, trying to ignore the headache that had just gotten worse.
