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"You know, Evans, you'd probably get more work done if you opened your textbooks and stopped having hot sexy orgasmic dreams about my best mate…"
Lily groaned as Sirius Black's voice washed over her. She was in the library, wasn't that supposed to be in the vein of kryptonite to jerks like him?
"Hello, Black," Lily answered monotonously, "Why don't you run off and be useful for once in your god-forsaken life, maybe you could jump off a cliff or dash about with a sharp object, eventually resulting in your accidental impaling by said object?"
Rather than being deterred by Lily's morbid spiel, Sirius just smirked at her and pulled out a chair beside her, sprawling out elegantly (in a way that only the very handsome can).
"Yes, yes, I hear the normal insults and morbidities spewing from your mouth, but do you know what I don't hear?"
Lily decided not to dignify this with a response.
"Fine, I'll tell you. I don't hear you denying having raunchy dream sexcapades with dear ol' Jamie, that's what I don't hear."
Lily snorted at him and quickly opened her book and propped it up in front of her, praying that it effectively covered her blush.
"You're delusional and not worth my time, Black."
Smiling at her ridiculous attempt at nonchalance, Sirius rolled his eyes at her. Sighing, he snapped the book shut and tossed it a few feet down the table, out of her reach.
Squawking at his ignorant treatment of literature, Lily glared at him and went to retrieve her book.
"Look, Red, let's cut the shite, shall we? You like my friend, and for some reason beyond my comprehension, said dear friend of mine returns the sentiments. So, here's the deal. Hogsmeade tomorrow. You. James. Ridiculous amounts of snogging. Comprende?"
The nerve of him!
"Look, Black," Lily said, her tone displaying her disgust for chauvinism, "let's cut the shite, shall we? Potter and I, apart from loathing each other for the better part of our lives, are completely wrong for each other and any relationship, no matter the ridiculous amount of snogging, would die a horribly brutal death and flounder about in the sea of meaningless relationships. Comprende?"
"Well, aren't you just a plethora of bizarre metaphors? But anyway, that's another conversation entirely."
"Black, this is not a conversation, this is you getting up and going as far away from me as humanly possible."
"Chill, Evans," Black said, his usual bored hauteur straining slightly from his annoyance, "Look, it's obvious that you've been drooling after him for awhile now, and—"
"It is not obvious!" Lily screeched, earning a glare from the librarian.
Black raised his eyebrow at her vehement protest.
Blushing under his gaze, she regrouped. "I mean, it is not obvious because… because… well, I'm not drooling over your friend!"
Rolling his eyes at her blushing denial, he waved her protests away. "Evans, I know a thing or two about girls—"
Lily whispered something that sounded suspiciously like 'womanizing prat.'
"— so I know a bird in heat when I see one."
Before Lily could even begin to categorize all the disgusting things in that statement, she heard a cough behind her. Whirling around, her eyes widened as she took in the figure interrupting them. Tall, muscled, gorgeous.
James Potter.
Fuck.
"Hey guys…" He said, his gaze going confusedly from his friend to his crush. "I came to get Lily for patrol…"
Fuck! Patrol!
Oh, lordy, they were staring at her, had she said that aloud?
"Oh, dammit!" Lily said, her cheeks reddening under their gazes, "I completely forgot, I'm so sorry!"
"It's not a problem, don't worry about it…" James said, still sending a confused gaze at his friend.
"Well" Sirius said, standing up and stretching his hands above his head and cracking his knuckles, "It's been fun, Evans, but all good things must come to an end, don't be too heartbroken. Tata, darling." And with that, Sirius waltzed out of the library, cuffing James good-naturedly on the shoulder as he passed.
"What was that about?" James asked as he watched her gather up her books.
"Uh, nothing, just the usual 'I didn't bother going to Charms last week so give me your notes, Evans' spiel." Lily avoided his gaze, having never been a very consummate liar.
James smiled at her and decided he'd get the real story out of his best mate after patrol.
The two Heads walked out of the library, both hoping the other didn't find the silence awkward.
As the seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes into moments (or is it the other way around?), Lily began to feel her frantic level skyrocket. Well, what the bleeding hell were you supposed to say to a real-life David (A la Michelangelo, not a la Copperfield. Blergh.) whom you would love to throw up against the nearest castle wall and shag till you walked funny?
Honestly, Lily, say something, God dammit!
"I like tweed."
Jesus Christ.
Oh fuck, he was laughing at her.
Wondering if she could be any more inane, she leapt at an excuse to pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity and do some serious superglue-ing.
"I mean, it's so versatile and… tweed-like."
James had to lean against the wall to recover from the stitch in his side from laughing to hard.
Huffing at his insolence, Lily stomped her foot and declared with feigned self-respect, " Fine! Laugh it up, you… you… laughing… berk! I'll go patrol the next floor!"
And with that impassioned speech, Lily stormed off.
Or at least attempted to.
A hand had wrapped around her wrist.
A warm, strong, incredibly attractive hand.
Noooo, bad Lily. Bad.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." She ground out, hoping he would mistake her blushes as anger instead of severe randiness.
"Look, Lily," James said, his lips curving into a gorgeous smile, "I'm sorry I laughed at you, I can promise you it wasn't intentional, seeing as I have always professed to be a great lover of tweed, both the plain and the twill weave. Is there any finer unfinished woolen fabric?"
Lily laughed at his quick wit and added a playful shove into the mix.
"Ouch woman! For such a little lady, you're quite the tiny bludger!"
"Call me woman again, and I'll stop going easy on you," she replied, smiling at his mock hurt expression.
Oh sweet Circe, she was flirting with James Potter, and what was worse, it was giving her fluttery warm and fuzzy feelings. Double blergh…
"Now, now, no need to get physical, we all know I'd wipe the floor with you, Evans," he said, puffing his chest out in a supposed display of manly virility.
"Oh, really, Potter?" she challenged, tilting her gaze to meet his, "'Cause I've got an inside source that says you're a mite ticklish… You wouldn't want that little tidbit getting around, would you?"
"You. Wouldn't. Dare." He said, enunciating each syllable whilst mentally noting to give his old friend Moony a swift kick in the gluteus maximus next time he saw him, rightly guessing her 'inside source'.
"Try. Me." She retorted.
They stared at each other.
Then, with a shriek, they launched at each other and started tickling every square inch that they could find. Laughing and screeching at each other, they hardly noticed that James had maneuvered Lily against a wall. Only as Lily was able to catch her breath after a few minutes of tickling did she realize James had stopped moving. Glancing up at him, she noticed he was no longer smiling. In fact, his expression was serious and his eyes were searching her face. As reality returned, she realized their very awkward positioning. James' body was pressed against hers, their pelvises aligned and her breasts pressed against his chest. Oh gods, was this what heaven was like?
"Sorry," James whispered, his tone anything but.
"I'm not…" Lily responded, unable to jerk her gaze away from his.
Before James' brain could register her intent, Lily leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. It was hungry and awkward and blushing.
It was brilliant.
As Lily pressed her lips to his and tentatively opened her mouth, James blinked dumbly and felt the blood rushing through his body. She tasted sweet and perfect, her small, delicate tongue was pressing into his, insisting he return her ardor. Still in shock, he stared mutely at her face as she suddenly backed away, mistaking his unresponsiveness for lack of interest.
Blushing profusely, Lily stumbled to her side, attempting to catch her breath.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, I'll just— I'll just g-g-go…" Lily said, stumbling away from him.
Blinking stupidly, James replayed the last few seconds of his life over in his head. Lily Evans, Lily Evans! Had kissed him! She had snogged the bloody fuck out of him, and she was now attempting to scramble away from him, thinking he had rejected her.
Moving faster than he had known possible, he came up beside her and grabbed her wrist, whirling her around to face him. Ignoring the questioning look in her magnificent eyes, he thrust her forcibly against the wall again and cut off her protest by slamming his lips down on hers. In that one kiss, he felt his years of yearning, of wanting, of needing, flow from his body into hers.
Instead of yelling, screaming and shrieking at his display of force, Lily seemed to relish his power. Her body responded vigorously to every one of his demands. Her mouth allowed his tongue entrance and battled for dominance, her hands entangled themselves in his glossy locks, and her hips pushed against his thrusts.
Moaning loudly against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her, she turned her head slightly to catch her breath. Smoothly taking this chance to arouse Lily further, James slid his mouth across her jaw and attacked the sensitive flesh near her delicate ear with the rough pad of his tongue.
"Oh, God…." Lily groaned, her whole body shivering with awareness.
Nuzzling Lily's neck, James swallowed convulsively. This was just too much. The smell of her, the feel of her, the taste of her, he needed her, and he knew that if she said no, if she reneged, he would fall apart.
"Lily," he murmured into her skin, "Please…"
Understanding his wordless demand, Lily wrapped her arms around his neck. "Take me home, James, take me to your room…"
Growling into her skin, James lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle. The Heads' dorm was up two levels and on the north side of the castle, yet the two teenagers only tore their lips apart for the occasional breath and expletive.
They knew it would be the most amazing night of their lives thus far.