Birthday Wishes Always Come True - Wish Upon a Star

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, recreational drug use, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

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A few days later, Lily was walking to lunch from Arithmancy with Matilda, who was trying to help her understand the new theory they'd been learning about that Lily hadn't really understood from the outset. Something about the transference of magical energy from one being to another, thus imbibing them with the original person's magical properties. All Lily knew for sure is Matilda was using a lot of big words that she just nodded vacantly at. "Are you even listening, Potter?" Matilda finally asked and Lily smiled sheepishly.

"You lost me after 'symbiosis' honestly," Lily admitted. The brunette rolled her dark eyes, sighing, but before she could lecture Lily about listening, the redhead saw Evan in the Entrance Hall, coming back from Care of Magical Creatures. Unfortunately Robert Robertson was with him, but Lily beamed and waved. Matilda followed Lily as she hustled down the stairs and hugged her boyfriend.

"Hey," he said with an easy smile, bending to kiss her, and Lily flung her arms around his neck. She had a spare period after lunch, and knew already Evan did too, and wanted to make the most of it.

"Hi," she breathed, and slid down him. Robertson's lip curled a tiny bit even as Matilda looked awkward at the blatantly public display of affection. Lily didn't notice as she grinned up at Evan, then said, "I have to ask you something."

All morning, Lily had been second guessing her assertion from the night before that if Evan didn't want to hook up, she'd find the next willing and available male, which Lily was fairly certain happened to be Carmichael. She wanted to give him every opportunity to be up front, and preferably hands on, with her, even though she was kind of hurt he played it off like he was inexperienced and didn't seem to see that she was practically dying for more. The redheaded witch had decided though, that she could handle the hurt, and if he had a good reason for not wanting to hook up, she wanted to damn well hear it. Before she did something stupid, without thinking.

"Go for it, doll," Evan said and smiled a little. She took his hand, pulling him a little closer.

"It's a secret," The redhead said conspiratorially, and grinned, even as his brows lifted.

"A secret?" he asked, looking amused.

"Yes, a secret," she replied. Matilda rolled her eyes and moved away, Robertson following suit at the silent hint. "Do you want to know what it is?" Lily asked with a coy head tilt.

"Lay it on me, doll," Evan replied, and Lily wet her lips nervously, but pushed through the feeling of inherent awkwardness.

She curled around his arm, looking up at him, and said very softly, "We both have free period after lunch."

"Aye," MacDougall said lightly. "That's not precisely a secret, Lily," he said with amusement.

She giggled. "True enough." She swallowed, summoned her supposed Gryffindor courage, and glanced up at him through her lashes. "The secret is what's going to happen during our free period," she said, brows lifting significantly.

"And what's that?" he asked lightly as they at last went into the Great Hall.

Lily frowned ever so slightly as they headed toward the Hufflepuff bench, wondering if he was being purposely ignorant. And she didn't know if she could just come out and say 'we're going to have sex'. So instead the redhead replied casually, "You'll see." They ate lunch, Lily trying to drop hints that weren't so blatant that the whole world would know what she was looking to do during free period, but with little success, and then afterward, Lily said, "So we've been seeing each other for awhile now, right?" she murmured as they exited the Great Hall.

"Aye," he said, glancing sidelong and down at her.

"And I have to wonder," she began, but looking up into his dark eyes she chickened out. So instead of asking the question she'd been wondering for awhile, she said, "Are you ever going to invite me to your common room? I want to see the chairs."

The tall, broad-shouldered wizard chuckled. "In that case," he said softly, "let's go."

The Hufflepuff common room was all but deserted, with only a couple Seventh Years, working quietly in one corner. Lily, although she felt a little obvious in her Gryffindor attire, looked around the room with interest. And, indeed, as MacDougall had said, the chairs in the Hufflepuff common room were overstuffed, rather comfortable looking arm chairs, in varying shades of gold. And while a couple of those ones nearest the fireplace looked a bit worn out, they were still much better than Gryffindor's chairs. "Where do you normally sit?" she asked, and they moved over to a little grouping, not far from the fire, and MacDougall sat down in a gold and cream striped chair.

"Right here," he said, and Lily smiled, sliding easily onto his lap. His dark brows lifted a tiny bit, but Lily snuggled up into his warmth.

"Your chair is way nicer than my favourite chair," she said, smirking a little. MacDougall chuckled.

"At the risk of repeating myself, why not just make it better?" Lily frowned thoughtfully.

"What does that mean?" she murmured. "I mean, my favourite chair is pretty great, it's just…" She tried to think of an adjective that didn't sound awful. "Vintage, a little, I suppose."

MacDougall lifted a brow. "Vintage?" he repeated, smiling.

"Yeah," she said with a little smile of her own. "It's been around the block a few times, but it's pretty awesome still." She leaned her head on his broad shoulder, one hand absently toying with his topmost button.

"Is that why you like it? Because it's seen its fair share of action?" MacDougall asked.

"Sort of," Lily replied, unsure if they were still talking about the chair. "It's good to know I'm not the only one who's felt the way I do about it. If you know what I mean."

MacDougall chuckled softly. "I think so," he said in his soft brogue and the redhead couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She traced the little plastic disc of his button, sucked in a deep breath and summoned her Gryffindor courage, then undid the button and looked up at Evan through her lashes. "Lily," he said softly.

"Mmm?" she hummed, shifting on his lap, teasing the next button.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

"I'd have thought it was obvious," the redhead replied coyly, and smiled a little. "What are you doing?" She eased the second button undone. "Or what would you like to be doing?" she amended in a whisper, and lifted her brows questioningly.

He merely stared at her for a beat, and right when Lily was about to look away, and mumble that she was only messing around, MacDougall said softly, "Plenty, Lily. Just not in the middle of my common room."

"Should we go somewhere more private, then?" the redhead murmured.

He smiled a little. "You're being a bad influence right now," he said, but Lily didn't much care because he leaned in toward her and kissed her, and while he wasn't determined and playful, like Carmichael, or passionate and sanity-melting, like she recalled Scorpius being, his kiss was warm and tender, and she groaned into his mouth as his tongue teased her upper lip. She turned to face him properly, and shifted to straddle MacDougall's lap as the kiss deepened and his large, warm hands slid under her cardigan and uniform shirt and then around her waist.

She let her own hands rove inside the collar of his shirt, a stab of excitement making her pulse kick up at the feeling of his flesh beneath her fingertips, and Lily almost cried when he broke away, breathing heavily. "Don't stop," she breathed, and moved forward to kiss him again, but MacDougall, apparently, at long last, had gotten the message she'd been trying to send for weeks.

"We're still in the common room, doll," he rumbled, and bent his head to kiss her neck. "So if you're actually trying to get me out of my shirt, you've picked the wrong place."

Lily felt almost dizzy with desire and practically leapt up. "Dorm room?" she asked as Evan stood up as well, only this time his hands went up under her skirt as he pulled her closer.

"This way," he said against her mouth, and took her hand, leading her back to a door and through it, then down a long corridor, and finally stopped at the last door on the left.

She didn't hesitate to jump into his embrace, backing them against the door, and her mouth fastened over his again as they snogged heavily, and the redhead wondered why the bloody hell she'd waited so long to make the first move. Or why she'd assumed she wouldn't have to. And she would've laughed at herself, had she not been thoroughly distracted, for getting her knickers in such a twist the other day, thinking Evan wanted no part of whatever was underneath her clothes. Godric she was a twit at times!

He grasped her ass firmly in both hands and they finally managed to get into his dorm room properly. And while it definitely wasn't the first boy's dorm she'd been in, it was definitely the only Hufflepuff dorm she'd been in. But Lily was too preoccupied unbuttoning Evan's shirt to look around properly as he brought her to one of the four poster beds and laid her out atop the gold and black trimmed coverlet. Lily tried to control herself, because things were happening much faster than she'd anticipated, and she knew she'd never last if he took her right then and there.

"Ifrinn fuilteach," he groaned roughly against her mouth, and Lily bit her lip, even as a tiny moan escaped her, and her hands finished undoing the buttons on his shirt. The redheaded witch didn't even think to resist as he kissed down her neck, undoing the first three buttons on her own shirt, and she panted unevenly, tangling hands in his dark curls.

"That's really hot," she groaned, and then her hazel eyes went wide as he pulled back and discarded his shirt and pulled his tie off. Because even in the shirt, he was huge. But out of it, he looked impossibly larger, all thick, corded muscles on his arms and meaty shoulders and chest, and she bit her lip, because he was hairier than she'd thought, but it wasn't at all a bad thing. Evan kissed her again and Lily spread her legs eagerly, feeling utterly horny and all but aching for him.

"Lily," he said in his rough brogue and she moaned, because her name sounded amazing when he said it like that, against her ear.

"Yes," she murmured softly, touching him everywhere and wanting this more than she was sure she'd ever wanted anything, except the one wizard she refused to think about. Her heart was thudding, fast and excited, if not completely out of control, and she looked up into his very dark chocolate eyes properly, and Lily felt all but ready to burst from her skin she was so turned on and beyond ready for fulfillment.

"Tha mi gad iarraidh," he rumbled, and Lily whimpered, trying to arch up into him, even as his mouth moved down between her breasts, still woefully trapped in her brassiere. "Fuck, tha seo do-dhèanta."

"Bloody hell," she groaned, because whatever the hell Evan was saying was having all the right effects on her. "Don't stop," she moaned, feeling his hand hesitate on her fourth shirt button. She barely refrained from ripping the damn thing off by herself.

"Lily," he said again, this time his voice muffled by her cleavage, and she writhed pleasurably as he licked just under the cup of her bra.

"Evan," she groaned, and her nails dug into his shoulders, because she was certainly going to implode if he didn't finish her off soon. She was almost past the point of even caring if they went all the way. She just needed to bloody get there with him.

"You're making this really hard," he rumbled, and she grinned, even as he moved his lovely warm mouth away from her breasts again. "But I'm going to have to disappoint you, doll," he murmured. The redhead's mouth fell open and she lifted her head to look down at him, chest heaving with mingled shock and and hurt and anger.

"What?" she asked in confusion, her lust addled brain wondering what the bleeding fuck he meant.

Evan sighed heavily, and while he made to effort to move, Lily felt her stomach drop, because he looked up at her, dark brown eyes serious. "I want to," he murmured, and he kissed the swell of her left breast. "I really want to," he clarified, and shifted so that the proof of how badly he wanted rested on her thigh, "but I'm going to be honest, Lily, I-"

"Don't worry about it," the redhead interrupted, the sting of rejection washing over her, making her impossibly more angry. She sat up on her elbows, feeling her temper raging, and swallowed past the stupid urge to just start bawling because it was so not even fair she could barely stand it.

"Lily," Evan said, moving off of her. She couldn't even look at him.

"Really, it's fine," she lied. "I just remembered anyway, I've got a massive Potions assignment due Friday, so I should probably go anyway, and get some work done on it," she said stiffly, and buttoned her shirt. Lily felt like an idiot, and her eyes pricked with tears that she bit her lip to contain, because she couldn't help but wonder if it was her, and she was missing some crucial something for Evan to take advantage of what she desperately wanted to throw at him.

"You're angry," he sighed, and she shook her head, even as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was furious. Evan turned her head back to face him and kissed her again, and Lily gasped through her nose, because it was harder and far more dominant than any of his kisses had ever been before.

Her anger melted into molten desire, her libido flaring and the redhead, feeling desperate, pulled her shirt right up and off and climbed over his lap. "Lily," he said, but she kissed him instead.

"I want to too," she panted. "Please don't say no, Evan."

"I don't want to say no," he rumbled in his rough, sexy Scottish accent, and Lily reached around to undo her bra. MacDougall stayed her hands. "But that isn't a yes," he said. The redhead bit her lip, cheeks going pink in mingled embarrassment that she was obviously way more on board than he was, and shock because she'd yet to meet a boy who stopped her getting naked before when she was trying to be seductive. Rejection flashed again, making her eyes fill.

"Why not?" she murmured, unable to meet his eyes. Evan sighed, pulling her close to his warmth and Lily turned her face into his neck.

"I told you my ex messed around," he said softly, and the redhead stiffened, because she sure as hell hoped he wasn't comparing her to that. "And I decided after that I wasn't going to just fall into bed with girls anymore." He tilted her chin up and kissed her lightly. "I want more than just your body, Lily."

She nodded miserably, and slid off his lap, because that was noble, and awfully sweet, but she had a feeling he wouldn't budge, and Lily didn't see why he couldn't have her body while waiting for the rest. The redhead donned her shirt, swallowing past the lump of tears, and riled her temper instead. Because there was a very large part of her that was pissed still, that yet again, she was being denied something she really wanted. And all because Mindy fucking Irwin couldn't keep her bloody shirt on.

And, like lightning, she had a stab of guilt, because now she knew what Scorpius had felt like last year, after breaking up with Rose. He'd wanted and she'd wanted too, but still kept him at arm's length. Lily pushed those traitorous thoughts aside and glanced at Evan, who was buttoning his own shirt. "Guess I'll get a start on my homework," she said, biting back a sigh and firming her wobbly lower lip. "See you."

She didn't wait for him to respond before slipping out of his dormitory, and then all but ran back through the Hufflepuff common room and out into the corridor again. She was hurt and angry, and underneath it all, still hot and bothered and half turned on. Her eyes blurred as she hustled up the stairs, intending to go up to her own dorm to sulk and drown in self pitying tears, but just as she was rounding the last landing, she walked into something solid.

Her mouth fell open and she gasped in a lungful of bubblegum and weed scented air, then looked up into Horace Carmichael's eyes. "Whoa, Potter, are you having your monthly? You look like you're either going to cry or punch someone."

The redhead flinched, because that was kind of mean, but it pushed her simmering temper into rage mode, and she shoved Carmichael hard. "Fuck you, you tosser!" she snarled. His brows went up in surprise, even as the dimple popped and he flashed his amazing smile, which only made her think about why she was pissed in the first place.

"Is that an invitation, Potter?" he asked, and she pushed past him, but Carmichael grasped her hand, spinning her back to face him, and she shoved him again, harder still.

"Maybe it is, Carmichael," she said, narrowing hazel eyes dangerously, feeling furious and horny and thoroughly riled, because his smile morphed into a smirk, as though he knew precisely what she feeling, and she had to fight the urge to slap him.

"MacDougall's not interested?" he asked shrewdly, and Lily swore, for a second, she saw red. And the next thing she knew, she was gripping Carmichael by the collar and then crushed her mouth against his, right there in the stairwell. "Ow, Potter, no need to maul me," he teased after she'd pulled back, goading her temper impossibly more.

"You're such a fucking prick," she said, and grabbed his hand, all but dragging him up the last half flight of stairs and then down the Seventh Floor corridor. "And sometimes," she snapped, glaring over her shoulder even as she marched to her destination, "I kind of hate you."

Carmichael chuckled, but she stopped walking at last, and she felt a vicious surge of pleasure when he grunted as she swung him round and into the very solid wooden door of a broom closet she'd spotted on the Marauder's Map she'd never noticed before. "Shit, Potter, you're not supposed to beat me up," he murmured, but she couldn't tell if he was serious or not, because he smiled at her. Lily couldn't resist melting all over him, then taking his lip ring into her mouth, and snogging Carmichael silly.

"Shut the fuck up," she breathed, her libido melting her fury, and even as her body warmed up in all the right paces, she was still mad. She grasped fistfuls of Carmichael's shirtfront, grinding her pelvis eagerly into his as they snogged hungrily, and groaned into his mouth as he grabbed her ass and forced her closer.

"You need to smoke a fucking joint, Potter," he murmured after breaking from her mouth. Lily pulled back, hauled Carmichael off the door, and opened it.

"Later, Carmichael," she said, and smirked a little, because his brows shot up, and he looked truly shocked. "For now, all I want you to do is shut the fuck up and get ready to get laid, you tosser." She shoved him abruptly into the broom closet in the empty corridor and followed him in, closing the door even as his mouth covered hers.

"Are you serious?" he breathed, even as Lily pulled her shirt off for the second time in the last half hour. "Fucking hell," he groaned.

Lily grasped his shoulders, lifting a thigh around him, and then bit his neck hard. "Dead serious, Carmichael, unless you insist on talking." He undid his belt, but nothing else was forthcoming. Lily told herself she wasn't as awful as her conscience thought, because she was just getting the urge curbed, really. Because she still really liked Evan, and he was, without question, the very best sort of boyfriend a girl could wish for. And she wanted to keep dating him. But if she was expected to simply sit around, waiting for Evan to get whatever else he was looking for from her, she would go mad, surely.

But Lily couldn't repress the sluttiest part of her, the animalistic, primal sliver that demanded satisfaction. So she snogged Carmichael silly, and let him undo her bra and slide her panties down, and had hot, if slightly muffled, sex in a broom closet with the Seventh Year Ravenclaw. Carmichael was the perfect balance of aggressive and tender, and when she finally gave in to the blinding pleasure, she couldn't help but feel something stir in her chest as he rumbled, "Still so fucking good, Potter." Whether good or bad, she wasn't entirely sure.

After they both descended back to reality and got dressed again, Lily felt the weight of guilt settle heavily on her shoulders. She'd just, quite willingly and without thought, cheated on the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. And while she felt a determined streak of justified indignation, that she had only done it because her boyfriend hadn't wanted to satisfy her, she still felt like a shitty person, because now she was no better than stupid Mindy Irwin. If not worse.

She exited the broom closet sighing, and pushed a hand through her mussed hair, torn between letting her still bottled tears fall and telling Carmichael to jump off the Astronomy Tower when he threw a casual arm over her shoulders. "Coming for a smoke now?" he asked, and saw him toying with the lip ring out of the corner of her eye, and smirked a tiny bit, because despite actually loathing him at times, Carmichael was probably the best person with which to become an awful human being by cheating. She doubted he'd tell a soul, and there was zero chance of him acting any differently after the broom closet interlude. And besides, now that she'd gotten her urges dealt with, she'd be good and ready to wait for Evan to be ready with her to bring their relationship to the next level.

"Sure," she replied, and headed back down the stairs with him and quickly outside, headed to the lake.

"So I have to ask, Potter," the Ravenclaw asked after about half the fat joint, and Lily arched a brow, because his tone was weird. Though she reckoned that may have also been the amazing weed making her feel impossibly high.

"What?" Lily demanded when the dark haired wizard didn't continue.

"Is this going to be a one off?" he murmured, and she shivered a tiny bit in the chill as she sat beside him on the far side of the lake's bank under her double layer cardigan and cloak.

"Of course," she said lightly, and accepted the joint when he passed it, taking a long drag, and laughed, because his lower lip pushed out the tiniest bit, and he rolled dark eyes. "Don't pout, Carmichael, you big baby," she teased. "If anything should change, I'll be sure to let you know, tosser."

Carmichael grinned, leaning in to kiss her, and plucked his joint from her fingers. "Smashing," he said blandly, and Lily shoved his face aside playfully. "But maybe in my dorm room, instead of a too small, too dark broom closet next time, Potter."

Lily snorted. "We both know you'll take whatever you can get, Carmichael," she mumbled.

"You bet, babe," he said, and grinned, and she couldn't help but smile with him a little.

Lily didn't see Evan again until dinner, after sitting through a painful hour and a half of Transfiguration where she tried to focus on turning her teacup into a tortoise without saying a word with zero success. She did manage, however, to play out eight and a half complete scenarios where Evan had somehow found out she'd affirmed herself as the biggest slut she knew and cheated on him like his slutty ex, only worse. She was coming down the stairs with Cheryl and Matilda, feeling glum as the other two witches chatted about the absurdity of the lesson, because really, who wanted a china pattern tortoise anyway, really, when she saw her boyfriend and Robert Robertson by the door to the Great Hall.

"Hi," she said, forcing a smile through her nerves and anxiety and guilt as she broke away from her friends, who smiled and cast Lily knowing looks. Robertson shot her a disparaging glance, and then looked back at Evan.

"Anyway, Evan, I'm just saying it doesn't look good."

Lily's brows pulled together, wondering what Robertson was talking about, but Evan merely rolled dark eyes. "It doesn't look bad either, Rob," he said, and Robertson pulled a face, but moved on into the Great Hall anyway. "Hey," he said, turning toward the redhead, and she lifted onto her toes and kissed the side of his mouth.

"My table or yours?" she asked, striving for normalcy, even if she felt on edge, and took his hand, smile warming as she looked up at his boyishly cute face and his curls that begged to be tamed by her fingers.

"Yours," he said easily, but paused as Lily made to go in to have dinner. "Lily," he said quietly, and she looked round, a half step ahead of him. "Are we good after this afternoon?" he asked softly.

Lily wet her lips, because she didn't think so, considering what she'd done, but forced a bright smile. "Of course," she said, almost believing it herself.

"Good," he murmured, and squeezed her hand gently, her palm feeling tiny compared to his, and Lily felt her guilt all but crushing her.

She cleared her throat and then said softly, "I can respect that you want to go slow," she murmured, because she did. It was unbearably noble. Lily just knew she wasn't as equally straight-laced. "And I want to wait for you," she added, and felt a stab of guilty pleasure as he kissed her lingeringly until Professor Longbottom, who was passing by, cleared his throat loudly.

"Thank you, Lily," he whispered. "But don't think I haven't gotten your message loud and clear, doll," he added in a throaty, low brogue that had her nipples hardening and her arms looping around his neck as she pressed into him.

"Then thank you," she murmured without thinking, because she felt a little better that at least he understood she needed more.

When they went to sit at the Gryffindor table, still hand in hand, the redhead purposely took a seat that would have her facing away from the Ravenclaw table, managing to focus entirely on Evan, and told herself he was better never knowing she'd wavered on the monogamy of their relationship. It would only hurt him, and the redheaded witch, listening to him talk about Robertson fumbling the Quaffle seven times during their last Quidditch training session, making her laugh, was loathe to ever hurt him. Because he was quite possibly the nicest guy she'd ever known, and definitely the sweetest. No, it would just be cruel to let him know she'd done the unthinkable, and although Lily still felt sick with guilt, she told herself it was over and done, and there was no reason to ruin something great with the news she'd fucked around, and with Carmichael no less. And now that he knew she wanted more than just steamy kisses and teasing touches, Lily saw no reason to ever even think of that broom closet incident again.

Three days later, Lily was going up the stairs after spending a steamy hour in Evan's bed that had gone as far as the last time she'd visited his dormitory, and no further. He'd gotten her shirt halfway unbuttoned, kissing her cleavage and making her crazy with want and breathless with anticipation which had then been cut short after she had foolishly undone her own bra and scared her boyfriend into recovering his propriety and behaving. And just when she wasn't paying attention, the stupid staircases swerved and swung her in the opposite direction she wanted to go just before she reached the Seventh Floor. She cursed colourfully, and sighed, hustling off the stupid stairs and trying to figure out where she'd landed, only to realize she was now on the Sixth Floor, somewhere near the Arithmancy classroom she was beginning to loathe visiting.

"This is so fucking bollocks," she grumbled to herself as she hurried down the Sixth Floor to a secret passageway she'd seen on the Marauder's Map, and tried to recall precisely where it would be. "Who the hell invents tricky staircases? Like how is that remotely helpful in a school?"

"Talking to yourself is the first sign you're crazy, Potter," said a familiar voice from behind a large tapestry as she passed by, and the redhead almost jumped out of her skin. But then Carmichael appeared from behind it, and she let out her breath, smacking him instead.

"You just fucking scared me half to death, Carmichael!" she growled, still nettled that she'd gotten shut down by Evan again, and pissed that she'd have just walked right past her shortcut of choice had Carmichael not startled her.

"Hardly," he said, grinning, and she blushed a little when he hooked a finger into a gap in her blouse, right between her breasts. "You missed a button, Potter," he said, and tugged significantly. "Need any assistance?"

Desire flashed through her, making her skin prickle with awareness and her heart rate kick up deliriously, but she shook her head firmly. "No thanks," she replied easily. He grinned wider, and moved into her personal bubble.

"Shame, Potter. I barely even got to enjoy your tits last time." Lily blushed, dark, and shoved him. Carmichael merely laughed. "Come for a smoke with me, then, and stop prowling the corridors after getting tricked by the stairs like a Firstie."

Lily rolled her eyes, but she didn't have anything else to do that didn't involve homework and her watch told her she still had plenty of time before lunch. "Sure," she said, but shrugged off his more than friendly arm as they headed back toward the stairs. Carmichael didn't comment, and they went under the stadium seating around the Quidditch pitch to smoke up, and Lily dropped her eyes with borrowed potion, even as the dark haired wizard made fun of her when she missed twice.

"Go fuck yourself," she muttered as they headed back up to the castle. Lily felt mellow and high, and mostly relaxed, except she couldn't help thinking, almost obsessively, about the last time she'd smoked up with Carmichael. After they'd fucked, more precisely. And how much the absolute worst part of her was tempted to do it again.

"Apparently that's what I'm settling for," Carmichael shot back. Lily couldn't help but laugh.

"Aw, poor baby," she teased, and elbowed him playfully. "No one else interested?"

"Ouch," Carmichael drawled, and hazel eyes dropped to his lip ring as he chewed it thoughtfully. "I've got options, but you might be the best of the lot, Potter."

She snorted. "Might be? Think again, tosser. And who says I'm even one of your options? I'm taken."

"That unbearably slutty part of you that keeps sleeping with me says so," Carmichael shot back, and Lily's mouth dropped open. "Even though you sometimes hate me and I'm a tosser," he added, smirking, and shut her mouth for her. Lily balled her hand into a fist to resist the urge to slap him, even as they got toward the front doors.

"That was one time, and the last time," she said firmly, and Carmichael shrugged.

"Whatever you say, babe."

The redheaded witch scowled, even as he chuckled, and hissed, "Don't call me that, and sod off."

"I'm going upstairs," Carmichael said pleasantly, as they started climbing in tandem. "I'll sod off when I get to the turn off for Ravenclaw Tower," he said, grinning across at her with his adorable dimple, and Lily shook her head, striving for calm as she took a deep breath. He was obviously being a prick and baiting her into getting mad enough, probably in hopes she'd have sex with him again, to snap, and she told herself she wouldn't rise.

"Good for you," she replied frostily and Carmichael chuckled lightly. Then he elbowed her halfway up their silent ascent. "What?" she said, looking over. A dark brow lifted.

"You know, you're awfully moody, Potter. Do you want to buy something to chill the fuck out?"

"Like what?" she said suspiciously, because if he said pills, she would lose it.

"Something to smoke," Carmichael replied, rolling dark eyes. "I know you've gone all straight edge and lame for the most part on me now, Potter. See what happens when you date a troll?"

"Don't say that!" Lily snapped, pausing on the Fifth Floor landing.

"Why not?" Carmichael asked, pausing a step above her, and the redhead glared up at him.

"Because it's rude, and it's not true, and it makes you the target of my aggression in a way you probably won't enjoy," Lily snarled quietly, stomping up the stairs double time. Carmichael kept pace easily. "And Evan's twice the boyfriend you could ever dream of being, Carmichael."

The Ravenclaw laughed at that. "Of course. He makes even you look normal sized. Like I said, he's a bleeding tr-"

"You are such an asshole," she growled, panting with exertion and outrage when they got to the top of the stairs, barely thinking as she stalked after him as he moved toward Ravenclaw Tower.

"For the most part," Carmichael agreed. "But I'm not necessarily wrong, either. I'm sure MacDougall is sweet as bloody treacle tart, Potter." He rolled his eyes. "But let's face it, there's still part of you, however small, that's not entirely satisfied with your little relationship." Lily stared at him wordlessly, and he lifted his brows, looking smug. "Am I wrong?" he pushed.

Lily shoved him, right into the door that lead to the Ravenclaw common room, and felt her temper boiling. But she was only mad at herself, because he wasn't wrong, and she hated him for it. "This is one of those times I'm starting to hate you," she said through gritted teeth, trying to tell herself she loathed him. Even if part of her wasn't satisfied, and demanded fulfillment. And although she hated it, it was undeniable.

"Does that mean I've become the target of your aggression in a good way?" he asked, pulling her close, and even though part of Lily knew they might get caught, she didn't resist or pull back. "Because the last time was alright, even if you almost ripped my lip ring right out."

Lily pressed herself closer, grinding against Carmichael suggestively. "That depends," she said. His brows lifted. "Is your dorm empty?"

Carmichael grinned, and it was as incredible as the first time she'd ever seen it, and Lily told herself the gush of arousal wasn't because she liked him. It was purely physical, and she was just turned on after Evan. But when Carmichael leaned in, kissing her roughly, snogging her the way she liked best, grabbing her arse under her skirt, the redheaded witch had almost forgotten her boyfriend. And by the time she was naked in Carmichael's bed, Lily had, in short order, forgotten all about Evan entirely.

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