Aristocratic Tendencies

SSJP Fan Fiction

Alternate Universe Story

ObsessiveDevil23

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I am not making any money from this.

Chapter 25 –

James snuck out of the Slytherin dorms just after three o' clock in the morning, feeling ashamed and disgusted with himself. He knew Sirius would be upset that he hadn't returned back to the tower the night before, having not told the Black heir he was leaving at all, and was annoyed with himself for being so damn fragile and easy to manipulate that he had actually ended up sleeping with the Bat. And worse, he had enjoyed it, and could not help his ever wondering mind wondering when the next opportunity for more similar encounters would be.

He'd become completely obsessed, and he hated it, but he also loved it.

He'd made it all the way up to the fifth floor, well on his way to the tower without being caught by an early rising teacher, when a pale girl with a neck impossibly too long for her seemed to emerge out of nowhere. James knew it was a small alcove that the castle was full of, and usually he wouldn't have stopped – except the girl was crying.

She was an average girl with curling dark hair and pretty red lips, but was far too skinny and boasted nothing that every other girl did not also boast, and more. The tears travelled down her cheeks, bringing with them the modest amount of eye make-up that she had probably applied the day before, and had ended up sleeping in. James slowed his pace until he stopped, bringing up a hand to rest gently on her shaking shoulder, and then manoeuvred her so that they were still walking in the direction of Gryffindor tower.

"Tell me what bothers you." He demanded as he walked, his voice hushed in case they alerted anyone of their late night (or rather, early morning) stroll. The girl shook her head, but peeped up through her eyelashes at him, surveying who he was, how he looked, what, perhaps, he was doing. Then she leant forward, using a long fingered hand to reach up and pull him down from the back of his neck, and brought him forward for a kiss.

It was slow, sensual and nice. Despite the early morning her breath was not stale, her cheeks were wet against his because of her tears, but it did not distract from her obvious talent for kissing. James had no idea who she was, although he had a vague memory that she was a Ravenclaw, and that she was somehow related to Lily Evans, but this didn't seem to matter. She was kissing him in the middle of the night, in a deserted corridor, and she was good at it.

And although he could admit she was good at it, she was not as fiery or passionate as Snape was, not as skilful with her hands, nowhere near as dominating or breath-taking. She was pretty, although in an average way, but she was far nicer to look at than the angry Slytherin, but she was not instilling the same passion as the man did. With this in mind, he began to kiss her back feverishly, trying to wipe the Slytherin from his thoughts and replace her with this random girl who was so obviously up for it. But even then, when he pushed her further into the corridor, up against the wall, in order to push his hands underneath her understated dress, he still had the images in his mind of what Severus had done to him earlier.

Sirius had pushed Lily away, and he had tried to shout at her for taking advantage of him in that situation – he had tried to be angry at her, but had instead only felt sick at the reminder that Remus Lupin had tried to bite out his tongue. Every time he opened his mouth to speak he was reminded of the taste of the wolf, or the panic of the threat. He stood, pushing past the redhead into the corridor, only to find the girl he had asked for, the woman he had spat passed the bile of sick in order to speak her name, was being led away by his best friend. He walked after them, wanting only to touch her, but stopped when he saw her kiss him. Petunia kissed James.

And it didn't stop there; James returned it with the same intensity, pushing her to the wall and slipping his hands under her dress. He probably thought it was understated; pretty, but not stunning. He would have no idea it was her best dress, the one Sirius loved her in the most. He wanted to feel angry at what was happening – he wanted to feel angry at James for kissing her, but he had seen her kiss him first, and had had not had the courage to bite past the bile and call out, to demand that they stop. He wanted to be upset that James would betray him like that, but couldn't help but remember that they'd barely been talking since the beginning of the year and so James simply wouldn't have known that the dark haired woman kissing him was actually his best friend's girlfriend. On James' part there was no betrayal, but he couldn't look past the fact that on Petunia's part there was plenty. And on his part there was a bit too.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, smooth to the touch and feminine, with long manicured nails and soft plumpness in the palm; it wasn't sweaty or hard. Petunia's hands were calloused where she worked in the garden and wrote long impressive letter's to home. He turned as it lightly massaged his shoulder to see the youngest Evans sister staring at where her sister and James were making out in the hallway, a peculiar look on her face that he couldn't quite place. She looked on for a moment more before turning to Sirius.

"C'mon." She whispered, running her hand down his arm and nodding her head in the other direction. Sirius didn't say anything; he didn't have to say anything. With one last look at his girlfriend and best friend he linked his hand with Lily's and let her lead him back down the corridor. It was obvious where they were going, and what they were going to do. There were a million unused rooms in the castle just waiting for wild students to find their potential; tonight the two of them would discover an old unused classroom somewhere and forget about the world.

It wasn't as romantic as the secluded forest. Lily was more beautiful, more fun and more wanted than Petunia was – but Petunia was more inspiring, more loving and more needed than Lily. He knew exactly what they were going to do, and he wished he was with Petunia. The time he had spent with the woman felt so much more natural than just walking down the corridor with Lily did. But Petunia didn't want him, Petunia wanted James. So he'd have to settle for second best.

He wondered if Petunia knew he thought of her sister as second best. He wondered if she knew that in the short time he had thought of himself as her boyfriend, he'd truly begun to develop real feelings for her, enough feelings to want to see her, and her alone when he had been attacked. He wondered if she'd ever had any real feelings for him.

He followed the girl round the corner and into the unused classroom, and didn't protest this time as she clasped their lips together in a fierce kiss that was more teeth than tongue. He dragged her forwards by her hips, but she was too short, too plump. Most would say she was slim, or at most pleasantly curvy. But next to her impossibly skinny sister, she felt wrong.

They broke apart for air.

"What's wrong? Say something." The girl whispered, voice husky, as she kept her long fingers at his neck. She was gently pressing them there, but each one felt like a dagger against his jugular. Sirius just shook his head, closing his eyes and allowing her to kiss him again. He ran a hand up her side, seeking the warmth of her breasts, and the other he let travel lower, playing with the clasp of her jeans. Lily wore jeans. He'd never seen Petunia in anything other than a dress – usually shapeless, more often than not patterned like old curtains and usually just below the knee. Lily's jeans left a lot less to the imagination.

He hoicked her up on one of the desks, spreading her legs as he worked the shirt over her head to reveal a lacy bra; rose pink, with only thin straps to hold her heavy breasts still – or perhaps the point was that it did not hold them still, drawing attention to them. He ducked his head, kissing her collarbone and travelling further down, leaving a love-bite just below it.

"Sirius…" Lily breathed, tangling her fingers into his hair and yanking a little as he worked the jeans from her hips and over her knees. Her nickers matched her bra, and it was certainly a nice touch. She panted across his face as he reached around himself to remove his own clothing. It was hot in the classroom and as he took off his trousers the skin on his legs was already flushed, an arousal showing through his boxer shorts. Lily skilfully ran her hands across his torso, and then down, kneading him through the material.

He was reminded of Petunia doing the same thing in the forest, and briefly thought that she had done it better, with more precision and a gentler touch. He'd thought she was just timid, but Lily's pseudo-aggressive hold was not as nice. It was still appreciated, but not up to the same par as her sister. He gulped, trying to clear his thoughts of the dark haired sister, the same sister who was in the hallway with his best friend, doing something very similar to what he was doing with Lily, and slipped himself from his boxers, also slipping the girl from her underwear.

She was wet already, warm and inviting to his erection that had protested to the light breeze in the room. He didn't even bother to prepare her before gently and slowly slipping in side, keeping hands on her bare hips as she slipped off the desk slightly to meet him. She gasped, he gasped. She was so hot and her inner walls seemed to dance around his pleasantly. She didn't move him quite as expertly as Petunia had… but it didn't matter. It wasn't about Petunia anymore. It was about Lily, and her feisty fragrance and inviting heat, and the tightness when her legs wrapped around him to keep her up, and guide him properly to somewhere where she would get as much pleasure as he would.

It was over with quickly though, and soon Lily had called out into the near empty classroom as she bucked slightly against the man, and he bit down on her shoulder hard to stop himself from making a sound, even knowing it would leave a nasty bruise in the morning, and then pulled out as soon as he realised what he was doing and released against her inner thighs.

He stepped away quietly, but Lily didn't seem bothered, collecting her things and pulled her nickers back up around her now sticky thighs. She coughed slightly, pulled her jeans and t-shirt back on and ruffling her hair a little. She could do nothing about her bruised lips and now slightly burning shoulder, but she was still a reputable enough woman to clean herself up a little before leaving the classroom, despite no one being around to see her entrée into the hallway.

Sirius watched her go, feeling disgusted with himself. He stepped back into the wall, sliding down; completely naked, and suddenly feeling cold. He had bit her, he had left a bruise on her the same as all the bruises he had littered around his own body, and it had helped him forget that the wolf had done to him for two seconds, until he realised he had used his own mouth to do something similar to her.

He felt sick just thinking about it.

James found himself up in Gryffindor tower, void of Sirius and the strange quiet boy who sometimes seemed to growl in his sleep. But it was not void of Pettigrew, so when they finally fell through the door James flew a hand out to stop the girl he had brought with him. She gasped, but otherwise did not protest, and James pulled them back down into the common room.

They sat on the sofa, near the dying fire, and James brought the girl's legs up and began massaging them softly. Before either of them knew it she was crying again, but neither of them wanted to start their previous activities again, and instead they just sat their quietly, staring into the dying bristles of the fire. Until suddenly;

"Lily has always wanted what I had." James drew a circle on her leg with his finger, sighing. He knew there was something going on as soon as she kissed him – the perfect stranger doesn't just come out of nowhere without bringing any luggage with them. He listened though, because in a little while he might want her to listen to him. She carried on. "I suppose he knew that, he was probably just using me to get to her. I mean… she's much more attractive than me, right? Oh, who am I kidding, you're James Potter, of course you know. You've chased after her for years, but I doubt you even know my name."

James traced another circle, blinking the sleep from his eyes that seemed to have come out nowhere and made a home.

"You're name is Petunia Evans, elder sister by one year. You were the sibling who won the scholarship in the first place." He explained, but if Petunia was surprised by his knowledge she was far too upset and wrapped up in whatever had taken place to make her upset to show it. "Who hurt you?" James asked quietly. There was no one else in the common room, but still they kept their voices low, since Petunia was a Ravenclaw and wasn't strictly supposed to be in there at all.

"My boyfriend." She replied. "Or I thought he was… maybe I was just kidding myself."

"You know, I can get anybody chucked from this school at my choosing." James assured her, only half joking. "All you have to do is say the word."

Petunia laughed, but it was bitter and unpleasant. Not the type that Sirius loved to hear, but the scathing fake sound she used when more angry than upset.

"I doubt you'd kick your present cousin from this school."

"S-Sirius?"

She nodded.

"You don't believe it. I don't believe it." She mumbled. "He made me think I was special. But I guess he just liked Lily."

"Sirius doesn't like Lily."

"That's right, he told me you two had hardly been talking." There was a reflective pause in the room. "He's so smart though, figuring out the best way to get her to come to him."

James sighed, forgetting about his supposedly comforting circles he was tracing in the girls legs and he just looked at the dark haired, understated beauty. There were dark circles around her red eyes where she had been crying and her make-up had run, and her side-fringe was beginning to get greasy where she ran her hand through it too often. She was impossibly pale and skinny and James could not see what Sirius had seen in her. Perhaps the girl was right, maybe the boy had just been using her as a stepping stone. And yet, he didn't think Sirius was really capable of just using a girl so. If there was one thing the boy prided himself on, it was ability to treat all his girlfriends, despite how short their relationship ultimately was, right.

"I don't… I didn't think Sirius would do something like that."

Petunia shrugged. She was obviously tired, but unwilling to sleep.

"Well, where is he now? In some unused classroom with Lily, while I'm up here spilling my guts out." She shifted; turning so that her legs were curled in behind her and her head was resting on the boy's shoulder as they continued to stare longingly into the fire like it would evaporate their troubles. And then; "So what about you? What's your deal? No one just accepts a kiss from a stranger without there being some serious emotional damage going on their right?"

James paused. Did he really want to open up to her? She was right, she was a stranger. But she had trusted him, and sometimes it was best to talk to strangers, rather than people who had expectations of you. He highly doubted she was the type of gossip, if she had managed to keep a relationship with Sirius Black under wraps.

"I… I'm… confused."

Petunia laughed, and this time it was a little airier; cute, in a 'that's so platonic' kind of way.

"You're gay?"

Another pause, this one a little longer than the last. He wasn't entirely sure how she had instantly jumped to that conclusion from one simply sentence, and she clearly didn't believe her interrogative true, by the tone of her voice, but…

"… Maybe."

And there you have it. This one took a while, since it is so rare for me to write heterosexual 'sex' scenes. Hopefully I will be able to continue to write a lot more of this over the next few weeks, so please leave a review to let me know you're there!

On another note, if you happen to also like/be reading Dependence, I would be very grateful if you could check out a poll on my profile in regard to a possible planned sequel to that story, which may or may not be written after I have officially finished AT.

Again, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I look forward to seeing you again next chapter, where things get a little crazy between James and Sev when they see each other in the hallways. ; )

~Od