AN: I do not own Harry Potter, but I'd sure like to! I hope you enjoy my take on this often written storyline, I promise this is not just another Lily/James 7th year fanfiction, its better! (I hope...) Enjoy!

AN 2: PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS NOW RATED M!

Chapter 12

Just over two weeks later, Gryffindor had won the first Quidditch match against Slytherin and Hufflepuff had somehow beaten Ravenclaw in the second Quidditch match.

Michael and I were spending time together in my bedroom after Ravenclaw's loss. "I can't believe I missed the bloody Quaffle. It was going through the centre hoop so I don't know why I veered off to the left one. I knew it was going in the middle!" Michael groaned.

"Hufflepuff got the snitch anyways Michael," I said gently, "Ravenclaw would have lost anyhow, regardless of you making that save or not."

"It's just bloody embarrassing is what it is," he grunted, rolling from his back onto his side. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. "Distract me?" he asked, pushing back loose hair around my face.

"Well I got a letter from my mum while I was in the hospital wing," I said, "Apparently Petunia's engaged. She's getting married to that walrus Vernon Dursley. You remember? I mentioned him to you? They're getting married come Christmas!"

"Mm. You're so beautiful," Michael said, evidently not hearing a word I'd said.

I blushed slightly. "Shh," I told him with a smile.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He didn't even wait before his tongue was pushing its way into my mouth and dancing with my own. He rolled so that he was on top of me, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of my shoulders as he snogged me.

I laced my fingers through his short hair and he groaned and pushed his hips to mine.

I squirmed uncomfortably underneath him. "Michael," I said, placing my hand on his chest.

"Oh Lily," he groaned, wrapping his arms around behind me, pulling me closer to him. His hand travelled down my back, over my rear and down my leg. His fingers lingered behind my knee and then he hitched my leg up around his hips and then gently rolled his hips against mine. His lips travelled down my neck, suckling lightly on the hollow of my neck by my collarbone.

My breath caught. It felt good. This all felt so good.

Michael's hands moved to the hem of my jumper which he pulled up and over my head easily to reveal a silky white camisole. "Oh Lily," he said, his voice low and rough. His fingers searched between us for the button to my trousers when I put my hands between us to stop him.

"Michael," I whispered, pushing his hands away.

"Lily," he groaned, "You aren't doing this."

"Michael, I'm not ready," I said gently, "I'm so sorry."

"Seriously?" he demanded, rolling off of me and landing flat beside me, "Why not?"

"I've always seen myself saving that for marriage," I said, my face turning red, "And I'm not comfortable with doing that yet."

"We've been together for over a year," he said, "Do you not trust me?"

"No, Michael, I do trust you!" I cried, sitting up hurriedly. I brushed back loose hair from my face, "I trust you more than anything. I'm just not ready for that."

"Well there are other things you can do that still leave you a virgin for your wedding night," Michael said, eyebrows raised.

I shook my head frantically.

"Nothing for me?" he asked.

"Michael," I groaned out, "I don't think I could."

"I'm sure you could," he assured me, "I promise. You just need to try?"

"Not this time," I said, "Please?"

Michael heaved a huge sigh. "Whatever," he said, "I don't get why you can't even do that yet, being honest. I mean, a bloke has needs."

I felt myself blush. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice shaky from embarrassment.

"Hey, come here," he said, reaching over to kiss my temple, "I'm not mad. Just very frustrated."

"I'll do what I can," I told him, "I have been working on being okay with it, but being in the Hospital Wing kind of put me off working on that," I said.

He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. But soon though Lily. Please."

"Soon," I promised, "Soon."

AN: Michael is starting to bother ME now! Kind of a needy jerk, hey? Don't worry though folks! This problem is solved very VERY soon!

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