My bad, got distracted from editing since both scriibble AND baguette2016 updated their fics! Was like xmas!

Also, you know, sometimes I forget just how dark this fic is going to get, so let's enjoy the levity while it's there! Yay!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the awesome Meg (tumblr: anxiouspineapples)

Sexual Olympics

Later, November, 6th Year

Stone was clearly faking her over-the-top niceness to Lily in class ever since the incident, but Lily couldn't bring herself to care too much. As McGonagall's mutterings had reminded her, Defense Against the Dark Arts professors never seemed to last longer than a year, so hopefully someone better would show up for her final grade. All Lily had to do was survive this bitch for another… six months. Shit.

With her newfound understanding with Sirius, and Marlene and Remus now friendly after their presentation, the two girls found themselves hanging out with the Marauders more and more frequently. It started off a little strange, but soon Lily wondered how she'd ever functioned at Hogwarts without their chaotic, humorous energy.

It was fun watching James interact with his friends too. He carried himself differently: like a leader preparing his most trusted generals for mischievous battle, not like some pompous douche who was always trying to piss her off. It was sexy to see him in this role.

So sexy, in fact, that she'd barely been able to wait until his friends had left to drag him away to a secluded alcove. She'd seen him stand over some complicated looking map, drawing plans on a piece of parchment and explaining an insane sounding scheme to his friends. For some reason… it had just been so indescribably hot.

He looked about ready to die when she dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling his trousers down, ready to take him in her mouth.

"Lily I—" His lips were parted, looking down to her in hesitant amazement as though he'd dreamt of this moment for years and years and years but never actually thought it would come.

Lily's soft hands wrapped around his base as her tongue tentatively licked the tip. "Shut up, James. I wanna enjoy this."

James groaned; he didn't think he'd be able to talk anymore anyway after Lily's warm lips slide over his most sensitive skin, taking his length in as far as her throat comfortably allowed.

He was a sputtering, cursing, hair-pulling mess until he came less than two minutes later. Lily's emerald eyes consumed him the entire time.

For some reason, Lily going down on James had set off some sort of sexual Olympics between them. It was now Lily who was pushing the boundaries, getting more and more risqué with what and when they did things. James was always eager to compete, but every time she got him to blush, it felt just as good as she imagined winning the Quidditch Cup would feel like. Or, just as good as every time she got herself off riding on top of him did feel like.

James had taken to sitting next to Lily in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and she had no doubt it was a protective thing. While she appreciated the concern, she sought to remind him that she was no porcelain doll.

As Stone pontificated on about stretching jinxes, Lily slipped her right hand under the desk as she continued to write down notes. James automatically stiffened when he felt her grip on his thigh. "Act natural," she whispered, as she slowly brought her palm higher and higher towards his crotch. They were sitting all the way in the back row, as far away from their professor as possible, but Lily didn't want the Slytherins sitting across the aisle ruining their fun, not before she'd accomplished her mission that is.

Her fingers pressed along his zipper and she luxuriated in his sharp inhale, his hand clenching around his quill as his hips rocked forward, spreading his legs for her. She smirked to herself, rubbing back and forth until she felt his cock harden under her strokes, his breathing becoming more and more jagged. She felt oddly proud that he didn't seem capable of even pretending to do anything other than not lose it.

Ever so slowly, she dragged down his zipper. "Lily," he warned in a low moan. It looked like his mind was still trying to make a last ditch effort to remind her that they were in the middle of class, despite his hips flexing into her hand, begging for her touch. Unfortunately for him, Lily knew exactly what she was doing.

"Shh…" Her fingers were against his strained trunks now, outlining his erection, "Fuck I want you," she purred softly, making the vein protruding along his neck throb wildly.

She pulled her hand away just as Professor Stone turned to look at the class, "Mr Potter, would you please come up here and help me with the demonstration?"

Hook. Line. Sinker. Lily quietly giggled to herself as James sat upright, clearing his throat uncomfortably. For once, Stone's odd obsession with him had worked in her favor.

"No," James said simply, remaining in his seat.

Sirius snorted a row ahead of them and Stone looked surprised, faltering slightly. "No?"

"No Professor, not today." Lily's eyes darted to him. While she'd hoped she'd get to watch as he had to make a fool of himself in front of the whole class with the most tented trousers in the history of Hogwarts, hearing him refuse her least favorite professor to her face like that was hot as hell.

Stone looked confused, but asked Peter to join her instead.

James swiveled his body to her when everyone's attention was back to the front of the room. "All right, Evans." He was looking at her with so much gleeful impishness as he tapped his tongue to the inside of his teeth that Lily knew she was in trouble. He leaned into her. "Game fucking on."

All Lily could do as he smirked at her was gulp.

Lily's sense of foreboding only worsened when she saw James in the library that night — alone. Oh fuck, what the hell is he looking up? What is he going to do to me? As if feeling her gaze, James looked up at her from the book he was presently scouring, his eyes locking with hers as his lips went lopsided and he bounced one of his knees. Then he winked. I'm so screwed.

"You're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?" Marlene asked from the chair over.

"I'm so sorry Mar, what did you say?" Lily quickly recovered shifting her attention back to their table. It wasn't lost on her how close Marlene's nickname was to her other best friend's.

The blonde smiled all too sympathetically. "I asked if you were coming to the game this weekend, but I'd say the answer is pretty obvious."

Lily blushed profusely. "I— I," she pushed her hair behind her ear, "probably will, yeah."

Marlene started rolling up her finished Charms essay. "Is he the one who gave you that monstrous hickey a while back?"

"Who?" Lily tried one last ditch effort to pretend like she had no idea who they both very much knew they were talking about.

Marlene gave her a 'really?' look but clarified anyway. "My idiot cousin over there."

"Ah yes. Him." Lily flipped aimlessly through the textbook before her, already forgetting what subject it was even on.

"He still just hot then?" Marlene grinned smugly.

Lily let out a big sigh. "I don't even know, Marlene. I don't even know." And it was true: she really didn't. It definitely felt like things were changing between them, and in ways that Lily didn't hate. But she still wasn't sure if James was the type of guy she wanted to like, even if it was starting to look more and more like whether or not she did was a lost cause. It seemed like her heart was starting to catch up to her body's total and unequivocal obsession with him again — a dangerous path if Lily ever saw one. Lily tried not to overthink it too much anymore.

"Ready Lily?" Remus asked, having appeared by her side.

Lily looked up to him startled. "How'd you know I was in the library?"

"A Marauder never reveals his secrets," Remus answered mysteriously.

"All right," Lily turned to Marlene while packing her bag, "remind me to ask Sirius when I get back from our prefects meeting?"

Marlene laughed. "Sure thing!"

Remus scowled knowing Sirius would probably be more than willing to brag about their handiwork to the girls. "You know," he said as he and Lily left the library for the Head Office, "I'm not sure if you and Sirius becoming friends is such a good thing. I sense a lot of headaches brewing in my future."

"Aw, don't worry Remus! You'll always be my best Marauder friend," she sang jovially as she linked arms with him, making him chuckle. "What's on tonight's agenda? Please don't tell me it's debating whether or not to have a winter formal again; I can't survive another hour of Paxton talking about how he really just 'wants to get his groove on.'" Lily shook her head. "How we still even have the budget to do anything is beyond me. I'd have thought buying all us prefects our school supplies would have eaten most of it up."

Remus gave her a funny look. "Oh. They paid for yours too?"

Lily returned his expression, only intensified. "Yeah? Why would I be left out?"

Remus laughed. "No, I just wasn't sure if it was a real thing. I thought maybe Prongs did it."

Lily chin jerked back. "James? Why would he buy the prefects' books?"

"No, not all the prefects. I thought maybe just mine." Off of Lily's increasingly confused look, he explained: "He does that. He knows I'll refuse his money, so he's gotten sneaky about it. Closing out my tab while I'm in the loo. Insisting he accidentally bought clothes in my size instead of his." Remus loosened his tie looking down. "It's all really generous of course, just embarrassing." Remus sighed. "And when I bring it up, he likes to insist that I deserve it as much as him anyway, since it's not like he earned his family's money either."

"Oh." Lily didn't know what else to say for a moment. That was all extremely noble of him, again — starkly overbearing, but she was starting to see that that was James Potter's default. Little meddlesome prat.

"Yeah. I told you he was a good person." Remus seemed happy to finally be vindicated after how James had acted the last time he'd told her this. He snuck a glance at her. "You're good for him, you know."

Lily nearly tripped on the steps they were climbing. "Pardon?"

"You haven't noticed?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." How could I be good for him?

Remus gave her a small smile, a faded scar on his cheek rippling. "Actually, you seem good for each other. You seem more relaxed now too, happier even." They passed a portrait of a stuffy man on a teensy horse. "And dare I say, you're a little more trouble too." She gave a tiny titter. I mean, he's not wrong. "Meanwhile he's getting kinder by the day. Don't point it out though, because he might just hex someone for the hell of it to prove you wrong." Somehow, Lily didn't doubt that. "He also seems to think things through a little bit more. Which trust me, he never used to do. You've given him some of your anxiety." Lily laughed heartily. She was so happy she was no longer crippled with as much of that.

"Thank Merlin, I thought I was about to go insane by keeping it all for myself," she joked.

Remus gave her arm, still linked in his, a solid pat. "I'm serious. I hope he doesn't fuck it up this time."

Lily let out a sad little huff. Me too.

They turned the corridor and were about to enter their meeting when a thought occurred to Lily. She dropped his arm and spun to him. "Oh! Remus — James couldn't have sent us those books. They came with McGonagall's official letterhead. She signed it and everything."

Remus sighed. "James has been stealing from her paper stock for pranks since 2nd year and his grades were really bad in 4th year," Lily remembered, she'd tutored him for a few of his classes while his mother was sick, "so he learnt how to do a forging spell. He didn't want his mum to worry about him." Remus gave her a significant look before entering the meeting.

Suddenly it hit Lily: in detention… James had cast a spell on her quill to make it write in her hand. He could pretend to be whoever he wanted to in letters.

Oh shit.

The next day, Lily had almost started to relax by Charms. She'd spent the entire double Potions class on pins and needles, waiting for some kind of explosion, the overturning of her cauldron, her clothes suddenly disappearing, something. Alas, it had just been an ordinary lesson: she and Adam competing with Snape and (an unusually pale) Avery for the best potion.

Marlene and Lily settled into their seats, retrieving essays out of their bags. When James sat down on the opposite side of the classroom, facing her, she knew his payback was imminent. She watched him watch her, leaning back in his chair, knees wide, thumb resting on the corner of his mouth. She furrowed her brows at him, how the hell is he going to tease me from across the room? Her curious expression only titillated him further.

She tried to distract herself by talking to Marlene and then by paying attention once Flitwick went in depth explaining the Gouging Spell, but her eyes couldn't stop catching James'. Whatever he had planned, it couldn't be worse than this anticipation doing tsunamis in her stomach.

Lily looked down at her notes — her last sentence's letters were slowly morphing and floating over into a new order, now reading, 'Are you wearing knickers?'

Not moving her face, her eyes snapped up to his. Who else would ask her this? It has to be him. Her legs were crossed, it wasn't like he could see anything anyway. What was his angle? He was swishing the feather of his quill against his cheek. She nodded her head slightly, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

He broke into the biggest grin then wrote something on the paper in front of him. 'Good. Don't scream.' What—?

Then Lily knew what the fuck he was talking about — her panties had started silently vibrating along her clit. Lily gasped, both her palms hitting her desk as she perched up, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure. Oh fucking hell! She shot him a panicked look only to find him leaning onto his crossed forearms, his wand pointing to her lazily in his hand, as he licked his bottom lip wickedly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Lily thought, deliberately not looking at him. She was already finding it harder and harder not to react to the sensations taking place in her nether regions, she didn't need to see him enjoying himself to egg her body on. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed her squirming indecently, and then what could she do? She already felt her legs start to tremble as her jaw slackened.

She discreetly tried pulling the fabric off her skin, but it stuck as though glued on. In an act of sheer desperation, Lily grabbed her wand and pointed it to her lap, silently casting Finite Incantatem. She squeaked when the terribly delightful buzzing only intensified.

'I was hoping you'd try that,' her notes teased. 'Maybe second time's the charm?'

Oh my god, I'm gonna come in this fucking classroom. Lily had all but accepted her fate, hoping that she might be able to orgasm quietly for the first time in her life.

'You really need to work on your poker face, love… you can read every bloody emotion that flits across your face.'

She covered up as much of her visage as possible but peeked through her fingers at James. He'd gone from amused to horny as hell himself.

"Miss Evans, is something the matter?" Her knickers finally stilled against her aching nub as she turned to Flitwick.

She took in the biggest breath. "Yes Professor, I just need to use the restroom if that's all right." He excused her and she rushed to the loo, peeling off her stockings and underwear urgently as soon as she'd slammed the door behind her. She was pretty sure it had only been a complicated spell, but she could never be too cautious. What if the panties have been forever tampered with? They were such a cute pair…

James burst through the door a minute later, immediately claiming Lily's mouth with his own and propping her up onto a sink. "Merlin, you look so fucking hot when you're trying not to come," he murmured against her lips while his fingers resumed where her knickers had left off, making a satisfied noise when he felt her bare skin.

Lily drew him further into her with her calves as she unbuttoned her top. "Let's hope you never see that expression again," she growled.

James' eyes widened exuberantly when they landed on her bra. "Is this the infamous pushup?!" he asked all too giddily.

Lily chuckled. He had no right to be this cute when she was about to fuck his brains out. She tugged on his tie to bring his mouth back to where she wanted it. He took her right then and there and Lily tried not to giggle at the next prefects meeting when they discussed reports that Moaning Myrtle had moved up a floor next to the Charms classroom.

Next Chapter: Green-Eyed Monster

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