Disclaimer: As you all know I am not the owner of Harry Potter. Sad but true.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Walking hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Breathing hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Life hurts. Love hurts. Wait. Lily. Did you just say love? No. You do not love James Fucking Potter. How could you? We finally shared one proper kiss…well it was more of a snog I guess, and he called it NOTHING. Nothing. That hurt. Love hurts. No Lily! Again with the love! I am not in love with him. You do not love James Potter. You do not love James Potter. You do not love James-

"Potter!" I scream, water dripping down my head. "Did you just pour water over my head?" He smirks.

"Well, Evans you seemed pretty out of it. I was trying to get your attention seeing as you didn't answer me after the fourth time. Desperate times call for desperate measures." He says, grinning.

"Potter. I have been wearing these clothes for a week. I am still in an unbearable amount of pain after you left me and I was TORTURED. My ribs hurt, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my stomach hurts, my back hurts and my head hurts. Actually when you come to think of it my entire body hurts. So pouring water over the top of my head isn't going to make me feel any better. In fact, you have five seconds to tell me what you wanted to say that was so important." I growl, holding my hand up and indicating the time he has left.

"I just wanted to tell you we had to get moving if we want to reach the house." That is it. That's all he wanted to say?

"That's all you wanted to say!? You have two seconds to start running." Potter grins, obviously not believing me. Not my fault when he gets hurt.

"One…Two…" The smile slips from his face and he starts to back away. Too late, buddy. I grin, an evil, feral grin, and start to step towards him. Suddenly he grins and once again I am drenched in water. I spin around and find Black standing their, laughing his head off. I look back at Potter, who is also laughing. Right.

"Run." I hiss. The laughter on their faces is quickly extinguished when they realise that I am not smiling, and that I am cracking my knuckles. They turn and run. Might as well give them a head start. One…Two…Go! I sprint after them, laughing maniacally.

"You two are so dead! When I get my hands on you!" I scream as I run after them, shaking my fist. Way to look normal Lily. I try to push my legs faster, but my legs hurt too much. It has been too long since I worked out properly and my muscles are starting to pay, on top of the pain that I am feeling from my recent torturing I have received. I trip and fall on the floor, landing on my face. Great, now my face is going to hurt even more than it does at the moment. I don't bother trying to get up, I just roll onto my back. I lie there, just staring up at the sky. For a moment I can pretend that I am a child again, innocent and happy. But only for a moment. Seconds later a shadow falls across my face.

"Lily, what are you doing on the floor? And why a you wet?" Remus asks, smiling.

"Potter thought it was funny. Black is a sheep, he follows Potter. They were going to die. Stupid rock got in my way." Remus laughs, offering his hand to me.

"Well come on Lily, we've got to get going." I take his hand and let him pull me up. I look over at Potter and Black, they are standing next to each other, pulling their backpacks onto their backs. I follow Remus as we set off.

"Remus, where are we going?" I ask, limping along.

"We are going to our safe house. We need to replenish our supplies and clean up. You need a shower and a chance to get better. We can't hand you in when you are in that state." Great. A shower, new clothes, food.

"Wait. Hand me in. You mean they don't want damaged goods basically? Can't get as much if I am damaged?" The look in Remus' face says it all. "Is that all you lot care about? Money!?"

"Lily. It wasn't my idea. James wants you to be looking your best before-"
"Before you give me to the sharks?" I turn and stalk away, frowning.

I stand in front of the house, gazing up at it. It's beautiful. I look over at the boys.

"Where are we? What is this place?" I ask in awe.

"We're in Godric's Hollow." Potter moves to stand next to me. He is so close our shoulders are almost touching. I want to stand here forever, inhaling his delicious scent of boy, but I don't. I can't. So I step away. I look over at Potter. He has a strange look on his face. It seems a mixture of confusion and…hurt? What? I must have read his emotions wrong. I quickly turn back to face the house.

"Come on Red. In we go." Black caught my elbow and steered me into the house. "No offence Red, but you need a shower." Charming. But I don't argue, I am looking forward to the prospect of a shower way to much to screw it up. I follow Black up the stairs, subconsciously taking in my surroundings. Old habit. There were several picture frames lining the wall by the stairs, all of which included Potter and the other Marauders. There were ones of them as toddlers, children and teenagers. Annoyingly none of them had any acne; they all had bloody perfect skin. Bastards. Black chuckles. Oops. Did I speak my thoughts out loud again? Oh well. Black opens a dark, wooden door. I step into the bathroom, looking around in pleasure. There is a bathtub, a shower and there is even a toilet! Wow. I am getting excited over a toilet. Get a grip Lily!

"I'll leave you alone so that you can shower. Try to escape and you will have to go to use the bathroom with one of us. Also we don't trust you, so you can't lock the door." I crinkle my nose at the idea of having Potter in the room whilst I showered. Or me in the room with him in the shower. NO! Potter naked! Stop Lily! I nod and Black leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I immediately strip, throwing my clothes haphazardly around the room. I climb into the shower, sliding the door closed behind me. I turn on the shower and groan in pleasure as the hot water glides over my body. I could die now and be happy. But I think I would be even happier if Potter were here with me…what!? Where the hell did that come from? If Potter were to be with me now he would have to be in the shower and naked…stop Lily. Don't think about what it was like kissing him. Don't think about Potter naked. Don't think about his abs. Don't think about what he would look like in the shower with water trickling down his stomach to his…thing. Yep Lily, definitely do not think about any of that…too late. I sigh and reach for the shampoo. Mmm, cinnamon scented. Who does it remind me of? Oh wait…Potter. Brilliant, this is Potter's shampoo. He has taken this, and rubbed it in his hair…whilst standing here…naked…with water trickling down those washboard abs of his…cut it out Lily! I glare at the shampoo bottle and throw it at the floor. Wow, I am actually jealous of an inanimate object. I need help. Preferably from Potter…THERE I GO AGAIN! I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, frowning. I reach for the conditioner bottle and try not to think about how Potter has used it…right here…in this-STOP! Bad Lily. I smack my hand. I have issues. I turn off the shower, and step out. Crap…there are no towels.

"Umm…hello?" I call, stepping back into the shower.

"Lily? What's up?" Black responds from the other side of the door.

"I um…I…I don't have a towel" I wince, blushing furiously.

"Oh, ok. I'll go get you one."

"Thank you" I stand in the shower, shivering. The door opens…then it closes again. I poke my head out of the shower.

"BLACK! GET OUT!" I screech. He laughs and runs out taking my clothes with him, just as I throw the shampoo bottle at his head. Pervert. I jump out of the shower and grab the towel, wrapping it around my body. Fucking hell. The towel is tiny, and only just passes my bum, and skims the top of my breasts. Even worse Black has taken my clothes. I am going to have to leave this room, this…haven…in this towel. Black is so dead. I open the door, and poke my head out. Black isn't there. He'd better run. I walk out of the room, clutching the towel to make sure that it doesn't fall down. Right. Where to now? Oh god. I'm going to have to go downstairs. Ok. Deep breaths Lily. I hold my head up and make for the stairs.

James' POV

I look around the kitchen, smiling. It's been ages since I have been here. I turn to Padfoot, who is seated at the table, grinning. I look at Moony, who just shrugs.

"Padfoot…what did you do?" I say, frowning.

"Nothing. I just did what you said. Take Red's old clothes." He smirks.

"Did you get Evans some new ones?" I say. He opens his mouth.

"Ahem." Fucking hell. I grab hold of the counter, bracing myself. Evans is standing in the doorway, wearing the smallest towel I have ever seen. It is practically a dish cloth. Her hair is damp and hanging around her face. A drop of water slides down her neck, disappearing under the towel. What I would give to be that water drop…wait, what did I just say?

"Excuse me!" Shit. I realise that this whole time I have been staring at her boobs. Smooth James, real smooth. I drag my eyes up to her face. She is blushing.

"I was just wondering…WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR!?" She screams. Wow she's mad.

"Lily, didn't Sirius show you where your bedroom was?" Moony asks, in a low calm voice. "You have a wardrobe full of clothes there."

"Of course I knew where my room was. I just came down here for fun!" She turns and stomps out of the room. Padfoot chuckles.

"Oh yeah." She says, storming back in. She grabs Padfoots hair and pulls, before messing it up. He yelps and his hands fly up to his head as he tries to smooth it down. Evans smirks and turns around.

"One last thing…where is my room?" Moony smiles and walks up to her.

"Come on Lily."

Lily's POV

I am in love with these new clothes. They are so comfy. I get up, heading for the door…I am really thirsty now. I open the door and step out into the corridor. The bathroom door opens and Potter steps out. Shit. He has a towel slung low on his hips and is drying his hair with another. He freezes when he notices me, one hand holding the towel to his head, the other clutching the one around his waist. I think I have died and gone to heaven. And that's when it hits me. I have feelings for James Potter. Boy am I in trouble.

I am so sorry for the wait! Would you believe me if I told you I had writers block? Sorry .

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Reviews are cinnamon scented shampoo and jealousy of inanimate objects

Isi xx