Chapter 10

James' POV

The shot lady finally arrived at our table on the VIP balcony after ordering the drinks a while ago, dropping four shots for us. However, Remus was still to accompany us. I felt the need to have alcohol in my system after the meeting with the mysterious girl, the thought of her running away as soon as she heard my name made me feel sick to my stomach. Something had drawn me to her, whether that had been her sexy body in that tight blue dress or the provocative side masked by innocence.

Gulping down the shot of vodka, Remus flopped on the seat opposite us. Sirius got the chance to speak to him first, "Bloody hell mate, where have you been galavanting? We've been waiting bloody ages." Sirius' arms were flinging everywhere, his flamboyant side emerging whilst being intoxicated.

"Sorry boys, I had to pick up Lils." This is when I finally looked around, how was Evans here? I hadn't seen her all night.

"You serious? Where is that fiery redhead?" Sirius asked, craning his around the VIP balcony looking for her. In reply Remus simply nodded his head over the side of the balcony. Sirius shot up immediately, followed by Peter and I must say myself I did race to the edge to have a glance over. Once I did, I wasn't disappointed. It was easy to find her, she shone out in what seemed like the most tight outfit I have ever seen. Her hips were swaying side to side, her arms raised in the air lifting the tight crop top up her toned stomach and the tight skirt that only accentuated her perky bum also raised up her thigh.

"Holy shit man, I knew she was hot but Godric damn I forgot this side to her." Sirius stated, his eyes not leaving Lily. I looked back at her, now noticing her dancing with that Robert Shackleston how gross. "Oi Prongs, you look like someone's shit in your mouth, don't like to share your precious Evans?" To this I could only scoff at Sirius. In which he took to reply, "So you wouldn't mind if I had a piece?" But before I could answer he was already walking down the stairs towards the redheaded beauty.

Lily's POV

As soon as I walked in, the urge to dance overwhelmed me. It had been a long time since I had been to a party of any kind where I could release all my worries. I departed with Remus and headed straight for the middle of the dance floor, where I couldn't help but dance to all the songs passing. For the second time tonight, an old fling, Robert Shackleston came over to speak to me which ended on me grinding against him to the current song playing. However, he seemed to disappear for a second before reappearing but I could feel his warm breath on the side of my neck.

"Evans, who would have thought you would be here tonight?" The voice only held amusement and I knew in an instant it was Sirius. I laughed at the thought of him coming all this way to remove Robert from behind me and only to replace him with himself. Instantly Sirius turned me around and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling me in closer.

"Sirius, let me fucking go."I laughed at him just pulling me closer to him, not knowing what had come over him.

"Evans, just listen to me. James looks about ready to kill me for dancing with you and I can't help but find this whole situation amusing. Now I'm going to turn and you look over my shoulder and upwards." I was confused at what he said but surely enough he turned and when I did look up, there was James glowering at us over the balcony. I felt my face flush warm so buried my face in the crook of Sirius' neck. I felt him chuckle at my behaviour and we continued to sway like this for a few minutes before Sirius abruptly let me go and gave me his famous smirk. This is when I felt another boy's presence behind me.

"Evans, what the hell are you wearing?" The voice growled, pulling me ever closer to his front. His breath fanned over my ear, and I could feel the prominent hardness against my back.

"I don't know why you sound so annoyed Potter, you seem to be enjoying it." I shouted over the pulsing music. To this he could only pull me closer.

"I bloody love it, but I sure as hell would love it more if it was on the floor in my bedroom. I would also bloody love it if these creepy as guys would stop looking at you." His words only made my core tighten, feeling the needs to press my thighs together. I needed a sweet release from this boy behind me. I gathered he noticed this change as he began to move his hand around the front of my body and down to my exposed thigh, ever so slightly lifting his fingers up underneath the material. I turned around quickly.

"Don't start something you can't finish Potter." I warned him, but at the back of mind I really wanted this to continue. I could see his face now, his face was stern from what I could see from the blacklight.

"Oh, you know I can finish you Evans. Many times in fact, with my fingers and my mouth." his mouth moved into a smirk and his hand came up to caress my face. "Now, I need to get you out of here because I am about to lose it at all these disgusting men looking at you like meat." He reached out for my hand, grasping it tightly and pulled me towards him. His arm came around my waist and helped me get out through the crowd, holding me behind him slightly to barricade me from everyone ahead. Slowly we reached outside, bodyguards all around the perimeter facing outwards. However, despite all these people I still felt strangely alone with James. Eventually he turned around and now in the artificial bright lighting I could see him dressed in a dark navy polo, too tight if you asked me but it was good enough. His eyes glanced around before landing on me.

"Oh fucking hell Evans, you look even better when I can see all of you." He instantly moved forwards, pushing my chest against his, the slight movement against my nipples through this thin cropped vest caused a moan to slip. "On Godric's grave, you also sound so sexy."

"Is this all you want James? To get in my underwear?"I rolled my eyes at him, knowing he was watching me. His grip tightened, attempting to pull me closer as if it was possible. Despite the brisk wind I was warm, not from the excitement of James but from anger. I don't know what was so compelling about this boy, but I must not forget what he had done to me many weeks ago. How was I so stupid? What possessed me to become so thoughtless over the past few days? James caring for me has only proven his shitty behaviour, acting as if he did nothing wrong.

"Why must all your claims whenever I am around you be about me getting in your underwear Evans? Can't stop thinking about it?"His smug face proved his disgusting actions. He was looking down at me, his chin held high, I was yet again the slave scum below him.

"You said it was all a game before Potter," I pushed him away with all my force, "you fucking win."I stated through gritted teeth. Luckily the force of my push was able to get him away to a distance he would not reach for me. "Tell Remus I had to go, good night your highness."

I walked aimlessly through the woods for what seemed like hours, however it was still only early hours in the morning as I heard the blaring music in the distance and the sky was still a dark blue. I felt defeated, James Potter physically and mentally drained me at all times. Perching myself on the trunk of a fallen tree, I needed a break and some peace and quiet for the first time in what felt like forever. Despite my wishes, a rustling noise of footsteps sounded through the trees. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, hanging my head low into my chest. I knew it was going to be James, coming after me due to his guilt of his actions.

"Well well well, isn't it my favourite little slave." I looked up at the owner of the disgusting voice, the one and only Regulus Black in front of me. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, and despite the only light coming from the moon, I could tell that his pupils were dilated. Intoxicated as usual.

"Move on Regulus, I am not in the mood for your arsehole behaviour." I didn't know I had the strength to even sound remotely strong willed but somehow my voice did not fail me. Regulus only moved closer, swaying at each step he took.

"Now now," He reached me, caressing my face and forcing my face up to look at him rather harshly, "That is no way to talk to a fellow royal now is it?" His words were only slurring as he went on. His hand then started to move down my side and I only pushed him away but his hand was an iron grip on my side over this stupid thin skirt Remus forced me to wear.

"Regulus. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me" I spoke loud and clearly to make sure he understood my words in his drunken state. However, he pulled me closer my hand immediately moving to his chest to keep myself at a decent amount of distance from him. I only started to panic, hearing about what he has done to other girls without consent.

"Don't act like a little peasant like you doesn't want a royal like me." he whispered, his face moving closer to my neck. My arms weren't strong enough to keep him away, and his hand slid up under my skirt with my hands trying to pull him off me. Even if he was in a drunken state he had the upper hand in this entire situation so I did the only thing that I knew how to.

When I was younger, Remus said some words he didn't mean and regretted instantly about his status compared to mine but I had punched him in the face for it. So that's what I did to Regulus, swung at his face at the largest force I could. As soon as I did, he groaned and his face immediately swung to the left. I started to back away, slowly but came into contact with what felt like another person behind me.

"Boys," Regulus growled, "Take her to the dungeons." This was when I knew I had inevitably fucked up, forgetting that Regulus doesn't go anywhere without his damned guards.