Hello again, lovely readers. Been a while, hasn't it? I've been using my spare time to work on my other story, Shattered, but here's a bit more for you Jily fans.

"James!" I shrieked, laughing and squirming. "I hate you!" I yelled.

"You love me," he replied huskily as his fingers moved to my sides. "Tell me you love me and I'll stop."

"I love you," I yelled. His fingers stilled, and I ran across his office as soon as his grip slackened.

"I love you too," he said, following me over to his desk. He sat down and flicked his wand, organizing the mess of parchment. I sat on the very large desk, scooting closer to him.

"I got a letter from your mum this morning," I said.

"What did she say?"

"Just asked what colours we wanted for the wedding."

"Whatever you want," he promised, finally pausing in his work to look at me.

"What about what you want?" I asked, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

"I want you," he said, standing up and leaning forward into me. I felt his fingers digging in my blouse, and he pulled out my ring. Slipping it off the chain, he put it on my finger. "I get you, and you get whatever you want. That's my offer," he teased, kissing my temple and running his hands through my hair.

"I had a dream last night," I began, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Oh?" he said, his lips finding my ear.

"I was this schoolgirl, begging for a better grade, and my handsome professor cut me a deal."

"And is this a fantasy of yours?" he murmured as his lips trailed down my neck towards my collarbone.

"Is a naughty schoolgirl yours?" I asked cheekily.

Without answering, he flipped me over on his desk, and pushed the newly organized items to the floor. I was now leaning over the desk, and I arched my back as I felt his hands slide up the outsides of my legs, reaching under my skirt. He kneed my legs further apart, and I reached my arms to grip the other side of the desk as I felt my knickers getting ripped off.

"So you're a naughty schoolgirl, are you?" James asked conversationally.

"Yes, Professor," I replied, my breath hitching as he ground into me and I felt his hardness.

"Tell me," he said.

I flipped over again, now facing him, and pushed him into his large desk chair. "How about I show you instead?" I offered with a smirk. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off; leaning forward, I put my cleavage near James' face. He started to reach for me, but I slid back. "No touching," I said with a smirk. Reaching up, I undid my bra, letting my breasts bounce for him to watch. I slid my hands suggestively up my body, tweaking my nipples. "Professor, I'll do anything for a better grade," I said innocently, squeezing my breasts.

"Anything?" James said, playing along.

"Anything," I repeated. James stood up, roughly flipping me around and bending my body into the desk once again, roughly pushing me down. This time he flipped my skirt up and pushed my legs further apart, running a finger through my folds. "Mmm," I groaned. I arched my back, shaking my ass a bit, waiting, wanting

He didn't disappoint. I heard the rasp of a zipper, a rustle of fabric, and then his glorious appendage slamming into me from behind, skin slapping skin, and he went faster, harder, holding on to me, scooting the desk a bit…I reached my climax shortly after he added his finger in, touching my clit and rubbing circles, still pounding relentlessly. I outright screamed, and he removed his finger in favor of slapping my arse. "You naughty schoolgirl," James said again, chuckling as he once again plunged in. "Don't tell anyone about us."

"Yes, professor," I said innocently, raising my hips to meet each of his thrusts. He soon climaxed as well, grunting and squeezing my hips.

"Oh, my, what is this?" a voice exclaimed. I jumped violently, standing up and looking at the elderly ghost floating in the office. James quickly threw my shirt at me, which I hastily put on.

"It's not what you think," I protested.

"She's my fiancé," James put in, and I held out my hand to display the ring. "And I thought I told you not to float in unannounced," he said with a frown.

"I never thought I'd see you having relations with a woman out of wedlock, a student no less," the ghost said. "You consented to this?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Does the headmaster know?" the ghost asked.

"Yes," James said, now glaring. "Go off and tell him, if you like, but he may have already received an invitation to our wedding. Merlin knows he was happy enough when we announced our engagement."

"What a scandal," he said with a shake of his head. "When I attended Hogwarts, such things would be unheard of. Now it's acceptable for students to have relations with their professor?"

"When that teacher is their fiancé, yes," I put in. "Now I must ask you to leave, as we have wedding colours to discuss."

Shaking his head, the ghost floated through a wall, disappearing. "Sorry about that. I thought I made myself clear last time when I said he wasn't allowed to come in here."

"You don't think he'll tell anyone, do you?" I asked worried.

"Doubtful if he'll tell anyone who's alive," James said as he did up his pants again, casting a cleaning charm. "He may tell a few ghosts, though."

I froze. "And other ghosts could tell people?"

"I wouldn't worry about it, love." James said, wrapping his arms around me. "I don't think it'll be a problem, at least for now. We really should worry about people, though."

I followed his gaze to the map, on the floor, and watched as Professor Slughorn entered his classroom. I hastily pulled away and scooped up the rest of my clothes as he charmed his desk neat and organized once again.

I fled into the bedchambers, my heart beating fast. This was too much.

I jumped into the shower, cleaning my hair thoroughly and finally drying it into a curled style.

I wore my comfy muggle clothes; I didn't plan on going anywhere for the rest of the day. I read a book, snuggling in front of the fire with a blanket. I got through nearly half the book before James came back in, sliding next to me and slipping his legs into my blanket. "You're freezing," I complained.

"So are you," he said. "How is it that you're so cold, just from sitting in front of the fire with a blanket?"

"I usually need you to warm me up," I replied, scooting closer.

He chuckled. "First I'm freezing, then I'm your personal heater?"

"Yeah, well…" I trailed off.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight," James suggested, wrapping his arm around me as I leaned into him.

"I've got rounds tonight," I said, closing my book.

"Trade with a fifth year; they'll do anything to please the Head Girl."

"Is that so?" I asked loftily. "And is that from personal experience?"

"Would you tease me if I said yes?" He asked, winking.

"Perhaps. But what kind of example would I be setting if I pawned off my rounds to someone else?"

"Oh, just this once. I want to take you somewhere we can be publicly in love."

"So you're looking for publicity?" I teased. "I see."

"Hush, you," he said, his lips finding my own.

I broke us apart and got up, and he huffed, clearly disappointed. "If I'm to find a prefect to cover for me, I've got to start asking now, haven't I?" I said with a wink as I slipped some robes over my clothes.

"Of course," he said immediately. "Godspeed, woman."

I gave him a strange look, and he just winked back. "Can I borrow your map?" I asked as I left the room into his office.

"Yeah," he called after me, and I shut the door before picking up his map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I said, tapping it with my wand.

I quickly located a sixth year prefect in the Gryffindor common room; I quickly made my way there and sat in the armchair across from him. He was reading a book and taking notes, pointing his wand at his quill to make it move.

"Rex?" I asked.

"Hm?" he replied, lost in his notes.

"Are you busy tonight?" I asked.

He looked up quickly. "And here I thought it was some bird intent on asking me out," he joked.

"Are you?" I repeated.

"Not particularly," he replied.

"Great. I need you to take my round."

"Sure. Only for a bar of Honeyduke's finest," he said.

"Done," I replied, leaning forward to shake on it. He firmly grasped my hand and we shook once, before I got up and lightly walked away. That was easier than I had expected.

I looked into the map and saw…nobody. Where was James? I stopped walking in the empty corridor and expanded it, searching, searching…Dumbledore's office. Along with a group of Order members, I might add. I changed direction, heading there instead. What would Dumbledore think of me for barging in on their 'secret' meeting? But as I neared his office, some of the Order were disappearing, most likely through the floo, and some of the others, many whom I didn't recognize, walked past me. I decided to stop in the hallway, and soon James came out of the room.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, wrapping his arm around me. "Don't you worry about it."

I frowned. "I want to know," I said as we kept walking, and some of the paintings whispered and pointed at us. I childishly stuck my tongue out at them.

"Shame on you," an old lady said, shaking her head.

I flipped her off, and James just laughed.

"But really," I said, turning back to James. I was having trouble concentrating, because his fingers were stroking my arm just so…

"Potter," a voice called out. We stopped, and I automatically shied away from him; what if it was someone who didn't know?"

"Yes, Minerva?" he asked as we turned.

"I was going to ask if you'd made a decision on whether or not you wanted to teach next year. Hello, Miss Evans," she said with a nod.

"Good evening, Professor," I replied, nervous.

"I haven't made a decision for sure. I definitely have been thinking about it. I still haven't discussed it with Lily," he said, once again putting an arm around me.

"Let me know, because there is an excellent chance I will get your position if you decide to leave. I like teaching Charms, but of course I'd rather teach Transfiguration."

"Maybe we can switch, even if I don't leave," James suggested with a smile. "I'll let you know, as soon as I tell Professor Dumbledore."

"Thank you, James. And congratulations on your engagement, both of you," she said, giving a rare smile. "You two will be good for each other."

"Thank you, Professor," I said, genuinely happy she said that.

"Have a good evening," James said as we parted ways.

"So she knows," I said with a nod. "I was wondering if anyone had told her at Christmas."

"I think her niece, Marlene's mum?" I nodded in recognition. "She probably told her."

"So McGonnagal is related to the McKinnons?"

"Yes, her sister married Marlene's granddad."

"I still have trouble realizing how nearly everyone who has magical blood is related somehow or another," I said.

"Now, that makes it seem like we're all first cousins," James teased. "But that's only Sirius' parents." I crinkled my nose. "I think my parents are like sixth cousins. They're okay."

"And thank Merlin, you and I aren't even close to being related," I said. "I guess I'm too muggle born for the whole cousins thing to be normal."

"We only think first and second cousins, sometimes third, are gross. After that, it's usually completely acceptable."

"And yet, Sirius' parents," I put in.

"Well, they're pureblood extremists," he pointed out. "They'd do anything to keep their line pure."

"Is that why Regulus Black has a lazy eye?" I asked.

James chuckled. "Possibly."

We reached his classroom, walking back into his apartments. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he said with a wink, tugging off his Professor's robes as he walked into the bathroom.

"Then how should I dress?" I asked.

"Nice."

"Nice…how nice? Nice as in a cute, smart outfit, nice as in ballgown…?"

"Oh, you birds and your clothes," he said, standing in front of the doorway as he turned on the shower. I couldn't keep my eyes off him and his naked body. "Just dress nice, somewhere between the two?" The end of his speech was muffled as he stepped into the shower.

"Fine," I huffed. I went to my wardrobe and got out a dress, stylish and cute, but not overly nice. To be truthful, it was the nicest thing I owned; if he had said ballgown, I would've raided Alice's wardrobe.

As it turns out, I dressed perfectly; we went to a cute bistro in Paris. It was delightful; I wore my ring, and we were congratulated on being newly engaged by our waiter, with a free round of matured mead.

It was absolutely perfect. That evening, it was easy to forget that there was a war brewing, and that my soon to be husband was in the middle of it, not telling me about the meetings so I wouldn't worry. So I made the best of the time, and we laughed and joked, and at the end of the night he escorted me back by holding out his arm, like a true gentleman.

Of course, once we got home, the gentleman act flew out the window when he whispered how he had waited all night to get me out of my dress.

And I knew I was a goner. I wouldn't ever be able to be without James, ever. We were fated to be together, and I wouldn't have it any other way.