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I am not completey happy with this chapter. I stared at it for hours then days. I just couldn't get it out! But I guess it's just a hurdle I had to get over in order to move on in the story! Or at least that's how I'm looking at it. It gets a little angsty... I apologise. But not heavily. And there's a situation between Lily and Sirius that could possibly be M? But I haven't explicitly stated anything sexual - but let me know what you think. Because I am feeling so unsure about this chapter I really need your feedback more than ever. So... Twenty reviews? I'd love to get to 100 soon! So PLEASE let me know if it's okay, if I should maybe change it or re work it...?

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Chapter Seven - Kiss and Tell

"Everybody wants to be in your hair, under your skin and in those clothes, on those lips...but me."


I had awoken that morning in a surprisingly good mood. Potter was an efficient patroller, making sure we had finished on time even though it was one of the most detailed and thorough patrols I had done in a while. Potter had done most of the talking – he had decided to give me the story behind every single one of his and Sirius' detentions. He'd stopped with the inappropriate comments about my hair colour, and I half expected him to quiz me on what I was doing with Sirius, but it never came.

I pulled apart my curtains to find Dorcas and Mary had already gone down to breakfast, or the library for homework. They often let me have a lye in after my patrols. I showered, dressed and made myself presentable in my own time, and grabbed a novel from my trunk to enjoy while I ate breakfast.

I entered the Hall to find that Dorcas and Mary must have been in the library doing homework, and the Great Hall was almost empty, a few students dotted at their tables here and there. Feeling slightly relieved that I would get some time to myself, I settled into a bowl of porridge and honey, and opened up my novel.

A very peaceful fifteen minutes had passed, when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and someone lean down to press (quite a wet, sloppy) kiss to my cheek. I had caught a glimpse of black hair and smiled as I turned to my left to return one to Sirius. I felt my stomach drop when I saw who was sitting there, arms crossed and grinning from ear to ear.

"Potter!" I snapped, rubbing my cheek free of his saliva and then shoving him away from me. "Are you serious!"

This only caused him to grin further and I had to roll my eyes at my own choice of words. "Really Evans, I thought you could tell the difference."

I swatted him away with my novel and frowned in his direction. "What do you want?"

Potter pretended to think this through. "Lots of things, Evans. To win the Cups…to become a teacher of some sort… oh! And for Sirius to stop whinging that Quidditch practice is taking time away that he could be spending with you."

I had to smile. It was then that I noticed that Potter was dressed in his Quidditch gear, sans robes. I felt my stare lingering on the leather and knew it was what I smelt when near him. I opened up my novel and pretended to be finding my place.

"Please leave, Potter," I said, eyes on my novel, "You have managed to ruin what was turning out to be a perfect morning."

"I'm not leaving unless you're coming with me." Potter said, leaning across me to grab a scone. I sighed, putting my novel down and fixing him a look.

"Why would I be coming with you?"

"Well… Sirius' mind is obviously elsewhere. Here, actually," he said, gesturing to me sitting with my novel. "So I figured if you'd come down to watch us …"

I simply stared at him. Potter had almost a wild look in his eye, which I knew was from Quidditch, the love of his life. He was smiling, looking jovial.

"Come on," he pleaded. "You can see Sirius in leather, instead of staring appreciatively at me…"

I scoffed and made a point to not look at him. I did think about it – I hadn't seen or spent much time with Sirius since Thursday night. It was turning out I'd seen and spoken to Potter more than I had Sirius.

"Fine," I said resignedly. "But I'm going to get Dorcas and Mary."

"Excellent!" Potter said, jumping up from his seat and holding out his hand to help me up, which I ignored. Who did he think he was, really? Did he think patrolling together made us friends or something? Or was Potter really interested in Mary and was really just trying to be civil…

He draped an arm around my shoulders, his leather arm guards squelching slightly. "Ah Evans," he said. "You won't regret this. Getting to see Sirius and I get all hot and sweaty…"

I picked his arm of my shoulder and shot him a smirk, about to turn off to go to the Library. "Potter, I have already seen Sirius hot and sweaty… no broomsticks were involved, you were not in the picture and I was definitely not just watching…"

I walked off, only turning back around to poke my tongue out at his stunned face.


After much convincing, with every reason I could think of, sunshine, fresh air, boys (Potter for Mary), it's a Saturday etc, Dorcas and Mary did finally agree to come down to watch Gryffindor practice.

"Mary was making an excellent start on our Divination assignment, Evans," Dorcas said, stuffing her things into her bad and smirking at me. "Just because you don't do Divination you've sabotaged her attention and turned it onto Potter."

"Divination," I scoffed. "What a woolly subject. Mary, wouldn't you rather see something real… like Potter in chaps?"

Mary giggled as she packed up her belongings, and Dorcas rolled her eyes.

"Well," She said, linking arms with Mary and myself as we left the Library. "I did predict a Quidditch Player in my near future!"

"How was the patrol last night, Lily?" Mary asked as we walked down to the pitch. Dorcas turned to stare at me, and I could see something pulling at the corner of her mouth and I just knew what she wanted to know.

"Great," I said, happily. Mary raised an eyebrow. "I did get to show Potter something…"

"Oh?" Dorcas snickered.

"My temper, of course." I said, smiling at Mary. "I nearly hexed his head off and then he was surprisingly… nice."

"Oh, good!" Mary said pulling her cardigan tighter around her as we went outside. The weather was quite cool, and it was hard to imagine that only weeks ago we were walking outside to have the sun burn our shoulders. "I'm so glad you two are getting along. We'll all have such a good time at Slughorns'."

As we walked onto the pitch, a series of cat-calls and whistles could be heard and I looked up to see Sirius as the instigator. He was near the goalposts, and I realised he must have been the Keeper to Potters' Chaser. The cat-calls and whistling took Potter's attention from shouting at another Chaser. He looked down to see us clambering up into the stands. While he looked a little miffed, he waved happily at Mary, who made some sort of excited squeak and blushed. I noticed Pettigrew and Remus sitting on the highest row, Remus looking a little sick and quite rugged up. Pettigrew had a set of Muggle binoculars.

"They dragged you out too, huh?" I said, patting Remus' shoulder as I took a seat next to him. He smiled, and Pettigrew lowered his bionuclars to smile a little awkwardly at us.

"No, despite what you may think I am an avid Quidditch supporter," Remus said, feigning an air of indignation. He winked at me and then inclined his head at Potter. "I like watching him coach, it's like a different guy."

I had to agree. Potter looked fast, and dangerous and in control on his broom. He'd shout and yell and be encouraging and positive at the same time. He'd show someone a technique then show it again for good measure, all while trying to play himself and keep an eye out for other players. I noticed Sirius looked a little unhappy, bored, restless…

"What's up with Sirius?" I asked Remus, taking a piece of Honeyduke's Best Chocolate he was handing around. Remus barely looked up as he broke the bar into more pieces.

"The first game is against Slytherin," he said, and I nodded. He didn't really have to say more. "He doesn't like playing against Regulus."

"And he got the howler last night," Pettigrew said, frowning at Remus as he lowered the binoculars. I noticed Remus elbow Peter and purse his lips, smiling when he noticed me looking. "Oh, what a catch!"

I had a feeling Pettigrew and Remus didn't want to – or weren't allowed to go further. But I did feel quite bad for Sirius so I managed to catch his eye and blow him a kiss. He smiled, and pretended to catch it, and throw it through the goal posts. I grinned.

"How are you?" I mouthed; I could tell that Remus was watching our exchange. Sirius shrugged, moving away from the goal posts slowly on his broomstick, checking over his shoulder for Potter I presumed. He crossed his arms over his chest and pretended to sulk, sticking out his lower lip.

"Need cheering up?" I mouthed at him. Luckily, Dorcas and Mary were in a heated discussion with each other, I was catching snippets of the conversation and from what I could tell it was which Chaser was better looking…

Sirius looked over his shoulder again and sped over to the stands where we were sitting. I got up and walked over the railing, which Sirius was leaning on, with what I could only describe as a wicked grin on his face.

"Do I ever," He said, answering my previous question. He looked over his shoulder again and I followed his gaze to see Potter frowning in our direction, Quaffle still in his hands. He then sighed forlornly. "How I wish more than just my broom was being mounted this morning…"

I laughed loudly. Behind me I heard a clatter, which told me Pettigrew had dropped his binoculars. Remus coughed and Dorcas stopped in mid-sentence. Sirius waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I looked up at him through my lashes and was about to reply when –

It was a sickening crack. The yell of pain that followed was even worse. Pettigrew and Remus jumped up from their seats and I heard Mary gasp. Sirius whipped around and was gone before I saw, but I eventually did – Potter's arm was twisted in an unnatural angle, his face tinged green and his teeth gritted in pain. From what I gathered by the two Beaters who were wrestled to put the Bludgers back in the trunk, Potter had been hit. This seemed strange to me – at Quidditch matches Potter dodged them expertly…

I felt Mary brush past me and run down the stairs, Remus and Pettigrew close behind her. I felt Dorcas' hand on my elbow. I was hesitant to join the others on the pitch – like blood, injuries - broken bones, people in pain… not exactly my cup of tea. We linked arms and walked down together, and I grimaced as I heard Potter shout in pain again. When we eventually got there, I saw Sirius trying to gingerly take of Potter's arm guards, and once he had he tossed them to the floor, along with Potter's glove from that hand. Mary was grasping Potter's good hand, looking like she had been a Quidditch player's girlfriend for years, used to this sort of thing. I felt a slight pang of jealousy. Sirius nodded at her and they helped Potter up on his feet. Remus and Pettigrew began to follow them to the Hospital Wing, and I heard Potter shout something over his shoulder that sounded like 'Keep practicing!' Some of his team laughed, and began packing up the equipment. I gathered up Potter's discarded things, and began walking back the to the castle with Dorcas. I felt out of sorts…

"Well," Dorcas sighed, as we got inside, "After all that excitement, I'm going to go finish some homework. See you in a bit?"

I nodded, gesturing to the leather in my hands, "I'd better get these back to Potter."

She grinned at me. "Just don't linger… Mary is probably in her element right now."

I frowned at her as she started to walk away, a grin on her face. "What is that meant to mean, Meadows?"

She just waved at me over her shoulder, and I could hear her snickering. Frowning at the back of her head I sighed, and made my way to the Hospital Wing. I pushed open the heavy doors to the infirmary to find Potter alone, sitting up in bed flexing his fingers. Confused, I made my way slowly over. Where was Mary, Sirius, Remus and Pettigrew?

As if answering my thoughts, Potter looked up and said to me, "You just missed the others."

"I had thought as much," I said. I gestured to his arm. "All fixed?"

"Never better," He said happily, stretching his arm out. "Madame Pomfrey fixed it in seconds."

"How bad was it?" I asked, sitting on the bed next to him. I didn't really want to know, but I figured I must have looked pretty bad hanging around up in the stands as everyone had raced over to check if he was okay, lingering behind as the others went up with him… wait, why did I care?

"Dislocated my shoulder and broke it at the elbow," He said, as if it were some sort of accomplishment. I guess for Potter it was – as far as I knew, he had a record for not getting injured during Quidditch.

I grimaced. "So… where are the others?"

"Mary went to find you, I'm pretty sure. And the lads are off to get supplies…" Potter trailed off, tapping his fingers on the table across his lap, which held a goblet of pumpkin juice and what I thought was Apple Pie… I also noticed Potter was avoiding my eyes.

"Supplies?" I frowned.

"Yes, Evans, supplies…" He still avoided looking at me, and took a sip of his juice. "We thought we'd throw a little party tonight – a premature celebration of us killing Slytherin next week… my first injury… Life?"

"Fair enough," I nodded. I did like the parties that happened in the Common Room at times, and it was a perfect excuse to have a night off homework. "Or is it just an excuse to mend your pride?"

I don't know where it came from, we were actually being quite nice to each other… I guess I wanted a reaction, and it worked. Potter looked up at me and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" He said slowly. I smirked.

"Well, like you said. Your first injury… I mean, in games you manage to dodge everything that gets thrown at you, and today…" I trailed off, shaking my head. "I mean, what distracted you?"

"Mary," He shot back, his eyebrows narrowing. I felt that feeling in my stomach again, and I was also starting to feel angry. "Now, if you don't mind leaving Evans, you are ruining what was turning out to be a perfect recovery…"

I felt my words being thrown back at me from this morning, and I also felt embarrassed, stupid to think Potter and I could be civil. I knew the friendliness was a charade, probably some bet to get Mary to go out with him without any hesitation. There was a strange lump in my throat.

"Fine," I managed to get out, and for good measure I threw his gear at him, satisfied when they hit him square in the chest. I turned on my heel and strode out.


I avoided the party.

Instead, I feigned a headache, grabbed a novel and retreated to the Prefects' Office, a luxury I sometimes used to just have time to myself. It was quite a big space, divided into one room with the Head's desks, the meeting room and then a separate lounge, which I was currently in. Bookshelves lined the walls with books on rules, books on how to peer mediate, punishments, rewards etc. Overall, I liked it.

I sighed. Overall, I just didn't want to face Potter. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to see Mary fawning all over him and making a fool of herself – she liked a complete idiot. I stared angrily at his desk – tempted to trash it with a few well chosen spells.

I had always enjoyed parties, I liked drinking, I liked socialising… I liked these parties when Potter held them and I absolutely hated his guts, when I didn't care about Sirius… what had changed? I still hated Potter's guts…

I had decided that I just liked things to be stable. I liked the changes in my life to be out of my choices and my decisions. Sirius Black in my life – me. Good grades – me. Prefect – me. Potter was just too much. I was right about this multiple personalities, and I just couldn't be bothered with that. Unexplainably, I felt irritated with Mary… and I thought I'd better avoid making a scene at the party… I knew she was happy. I felt bad about not telling them where I was going, or even letting Sirius know I wasn't going to be there…

But we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We weren't anything, so why should it matter.

I tried with great difficulty to read my novel. I kept thinking I should have been up enjoying myself, and at the same time I kept reminding myself why I didn't want to be there. I glanced at my watch – 9.00. The party still had at least three hours to go. I sighed, rubbing my eyes. This was stupid.

The portrait suddenly opened, and I hoped it was just Claudia or another Prefect filling in a report or something similar. It wasn't.

"What the hell," Sirius said, sauntering over to me with what looked like a beer and a flute of champagne in his hands, "are you doing in here?"

"How the hell," I said, taking the flute he held out to me and smiling, "did you find me?"

"I have my ways," He said, sitting next to me on the couch. I surveyed him – he looked considerably happier than he had this morning. He didn't seem drunk, he seemed a little buzzed, perhaps just content.

"I'm surprised you're not with Potter, blindly drunk…" I said, sipping the sparkling wine he had gotten me. Normally I didn't mind champagne… tonight, the taste was bitter on my tongue and I felt that stupid lump in my throat come back. What the hell was going on with me?

Sirius picked up a lock of my long hair in between his long fingers, twirling it. "I don't have much to celebrate... James is amusing himself."

"I'm sure he does," I said coolly. Just his name irked me. Sirius raised an eyebrow and leaned in to study my face.

"What's up?" He said, tilting my chin up. I sighed, resignedly.

"Potter… and before you laugh or make excuses for him, he was just really horrible to me after his accident!" I sounded like a child. "I'm trying to make an effort with being civil, for our sake, and for his and Mary's…"

Sirius did laugh however. He kissed my forehead, then shook his head at me. "He was probably horrible because Remus, Peter and I had riled him up a little about this accident… He's always been really proud of having an accident free record, you see."

So I was right all along. I knew Potter's pride had been injured. I knew his ego was suffering… Mary was such a sweet girl that she wouldn't have known to stroke it for him after the boys left… He was just taking it out on me.

I took a long sip of my champagne; feeling better, then set it down on the table next to the couch. I climbed into Sirius' lap, and kissed him, long and deep. He grabbed my hips, bringing me in closer to his chest, one hand becoming tangled in my long hair. I broke away, my lips almost burning. He hummed, contently.

"Hello," He said, running a thumb over my lips. I caught it in my mouth, sucking slightly. He groaned, and I grinned.

"I did ask if you needed cheering up…" I said, placing my hands on his chest. I decided to ask; even though I had a feeling it might dampen the mood. "I heard you received a Howler last night…"

He sighed, resting his head back on the couch. "It was nothing. I just looked at Regulus wrong and mother dearest heard about it…"

I must have looked sceptical because he kissed me, and I could tell it was a distraction method. We broke away from each other and I noticed he had a particularly wild glint in his eye.

"So…" he said, his hands planted on my hips, "Want to get back at James for being so horrible to you?"

I cocked my head to the side, interested. "I guess, but-"

He suddenly picked me up, putting my legs around his waist, and carried me over to the room with the Head's desks… I grinned at him, as I knew where he was going. He pushed Potter's books off the desk, and I noticed some picture frames fall to the floor, the people within the frames protesting. He sat me down, my legs still around his waist, my dress hitched dangerously high. My breath caught in my throat as he reached down to pull his shirt over his head. I leaned back on my arms, taking in the sight before me. Looking at the desk I breathed, "Why didn't I think of this sooner?"

"I've been thinking about it…" leaning over me and whispering in my ear, "…For weeks."


Sirius had persuaded me to come back to the party, and to be honest, I did want to. I wanted more of him, and mostly, I wanted to rub it in Potter's face. And of course, gossip with the girls. I had a feeling it would be obvious from just looking at us what we had been up to. As long as Potter put two and two together, then I didn't really care who else did.

"I send Sirius to go look for you and he returns with you almost two hours later," Dorcas said, walking over to me and thrusting a drink into my hands. "I swear, you and Mary…"

I ran a hand through my hair, a little embarrassed to note it was slightly wet with sweat. "Where is Miss MacDonald?"

"Probably close to doing the exact same thing you and Sirius have been doing…" She said, eyeing me up and down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Potter just dragged her out."

I almost broke the plastic flute I was holding. It was almost as if he had planned it! I looked around the Common Room, glad to see Potter had still at least tried to act like the Head Boy he was meant to be. The music was down low, the place reasonably tidy. No one had passed out anywhere, all the younger students were in bed. I had nothing to fault. Remus and Peter were sitting with the girls from their year, talking about one of the classes, and I noticed Sirius with them, stretched out on an armchair like a content cat. He winked at me and I blew a kiss back.

"Sickening," Dorcas said, looking between the two of us. I poked my tongue out at her. "I've had enough, and I want to get up early to finish homework. Coming?"

I was also tired. I felt physically tired, but also content, like a shower and bed would be the perfect end to the night. My mind had been put to rest. I nodded, but felt something was amiss. "Yeah, I will-" I felt my pocket. I'd left my wand in the Prefect's Office. I sighed, "I've left my wand in the Office. I'll see you up there in a bit."

Dorcas nodded, and made her way up to our dormitory. I made my way over to Sirius, who perked up as he saw me. I was reminded of a dog whose master had just returned to them, in a way. I sat on the arm of his chair and kissed him.

"Goodnight," I whispered against his lips. "I've left my wand in the Office. I'm going to get it and then I'm off to bed."

He nodded, his thumb circling a pattern on my wrist. "I won't be far behind you. Goodnight, Lily."

"Sweet dreams," I said, kissing nose and walking out the Common Room. I let my mind wander as I walked back to the Office. I wasn't too worried about being caught out of bed, I was a Prefect and I did have a legitimate excuse. There was also a part of me that just didn't care. I had to giggle, thinking Sirius was becoming a bad influence on me. When I got back to the Office, my wand wasn't where I thought I'd left it. I spent a good twenty minutes looking under cushions, the couch, the coffee table. I had just located it under Potter's desk (I giggled again) and was on all fours trying to get it when the portrait swung open.

Potter.

Potter looking a little drunk, and a little angry. He looked at me, and then his desk, then back at me. I grabbed my wand hurriedly and stood up, smoothing down my dress. I shot Potter a satisfied smirk.

"And I thought he was joking," Potter said, leaning against Claudia's desk.

"Sirius told you?" I said, a little angry. I knew they were like brothers but really? To share that…?

"Not in so many words," Potter said, and I also noticed he sounded a little angry. He stepped forward to examine his desk and then just smiled a smile without much mirth. "I thought I'd better come check for myself, I thought, you see, that even you wouldn't stoop that low."

"Excuse me?" I snapped, taking a step toward him. "Sirius is low?"

Potter scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest. "What's low is not Sirius – it's what you did, a really cheap, low shot at me Evans. You know how I feel about you and Sirius."

"No, I don't actually!" I said, my voice bordering on slightly hysterical. "I thought I knew what you thought. Then you start hanging around us, then you are friendly, and nice to me and you don't interrogate me on what's going on between us, then you invite me to your Quidditch practice to make Sirius happy, then you are completely horrible in the Hospital Wing, and you are still completely horrible!"

I took a breath and continued, "I thought that maybe we were becoming friendly. Not friends, but friendly. So I'm not going to apologise for your desk, because really, get over it. You deserve it. So until you make up your - "

I didn't get to finish my rant. Before I knew it, and really, I didn't know what was happening and I couldn't comprehend why it was happening – Potter had stormed over to me, closing the distance between us and had grabbed my face in his hands and was kissing me. And for some stupid, insane, totally illogical reason I was letting him. It was angry and our teeth clashed a couple of times and when I finally realised what the hell was going on I pushed Potter away from me with as much force as I could muster. I was shaking.

"What was that?" I all but snarled at him, wiping my mouth on the back on my hand. Potter took hurried steps away from me, looking a little wide-eyed. He also put the back of his hand to his mouth. He was shaking his head.

"I don't know," He finally said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, looking around uncertainly. He finally strode over to the Portrait, his hand pausing before opening it. I just stared at him, in a state of shock myself.

"I guess," He sighed, looking down and swinging the portrait open, "I just wanted to see what Sirius was so happy about."

And with that he strode out, slamming the Portrait shut behind him.


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