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G – gentleman

"No, for the last time, we CAN'T have almée performing in Hogwarts for Halloween!"

James folded his hands across his chest. "Why not? Half the population of Hogwarts wants it. And I'm Head Boy, right? So my opinion counts as well!"

"Only the testosterone-fuelled, stupid half! And it's not half, I bet many of the guys won't want it either!"

"Guys like?"

Lily looked around and pointed. "There! Ethan!" she called out to the lanky brown-haired boy walking past them. "Do you want to have Egyptian belly dancers performing for Christmas?"

"They're probably girls, so... nah."

"Hey, not fair! Ethan doesn't count, he's gay!" James protested. Lily smirked. "Exactly my point. I'll have both the female and homosexual population on my side! So yeah, majority wins!"

James tried the placating approach. "All I'm saying is, let's just run this by Dumbledore and see what he says!"

"Why don't you just drop the idea? You would, if you were anything of a gentleman, like err... like..." she wavered, furrowing her eyebrows in thought. "Like Sir Nicholas!" she ended, suddenly seeing the pearly-white figure of the Gryffindor ghost floating towards them.

"You're saying a ghost is more of a gentleman than I am?" he asked incredulously.

She didn't know what prompted her to it, but she screamed back, "Yes! Maybe I just want you to be more sensitive to the fact that I don't want you staring at those girls all evening!"

Oops. Blood ran into her cheeks, nearly turning them into the colour of her hair. "We'll... uh, we'll talk about this later." She turned away, embarrassed and mentally screaming obscenities at herself. She was nearly at the end of the corridor when she felt a firm grip on her shoulders and warm breath tickled at her neck. A shiver ran down her back.

"So, Lily... you're jealous, huh?" She could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

"N-no, of course not! Why should I?" she said, cursing the stammer.

He moved his hands down her arms, slowly, sensuously, his chin resting on her right shoulder. She could feel every callous on his Quidditch-hardened hands through the thin cotton sleeve of her shirt. Goosebumps rose up on the trails his fingertips left on her arms, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from saying something inappropriate.

"You know what, Lily?" he whispered, his hot breath caressing the side of neck and ear. She shook her head, unable to form any words. "Screw being a gentleman. They don't get to have any fun anyway. Do you see Sir Nicholas doing this?"

I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.

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