I know people wanted James to get really frigging jealous earlier (bc it could be hot), but I honestly felt like it had to be further in their relationship so there's some trust there. You know, they had to earn it :) But...

Warning: Rough Sex (not that rough, but just in case)

Also, glad to hear you guys seem to want more explicit stuff! I'll try the best I can. But it will be spread out for my own sanity :)

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

Green-Eyed Monster

Quidditch Match Day, November, 6th Year

That Saturday, Lily found herself waiting in the Entrance Hall while what felt like most of the school passed her. Everyone was ecstatic for the start of the Quidditch season. Slytherin versus Gryffindor always promised to be dramatic as hell, but the odds seemed to be in her House's favor. She'd heard whispers throughout the castle that James was a ruthless captain and that all his grueling drills had shaped an amazing team. Lily could imagine if he only trained a fifth as passionately as he worked to conquer her body that the team was probably as close to going professional as they could get.

Lily very much hoped no one would get egregiously injured today. (She helped Poppy at the infirmary the day before, and she seemed pretty nervous about the game. That was clearly the only reason Lily too was worried.)

Lily looked at her watch and then craned her neck to see down to the basement staircase. Adam had suggested they watch the game together and she was waiting impatiently for his arrival. She really didn't want to miss a moment of her first game in years. The last person who'd come up the stairs was Severus, glaring at her rudely, so she was already on edge.

Finally, Adam came panting up to her. "Sorry! I overslept!"

Lily laughed at his flushed cheeks and adorably apologetic puppy eyes. She turned and lead the way out to the field. "What, you didn't have anything red to wear?" she teased, pulling her pompom hat on. She'd charmed her cloak temporarily scarlet for the occasion.

He bumped his shoulder into hers. "Who says I'm rooting for your team?" Lily's jaw dropped, shooting him a scandalized look and a sharp poke to the ribs. He chuckled in response, stealing her scarf and wrapping it around his neck. "There. Happy?"

Lily sized him up. "It's a start," she answered challengingly.

He slung his arm around her shoulders as they walked between the bleachers. "Eh, I'll take what I can get."

She grinned at him, not hating the heat he was spreading to her. It was a particularly frigid day, and the wind had made his hair so appealingly ruffled.

Lily turned her attention back to the pitch and instantly saw something was wrong. On the field, there were six fuming players, screaming at the very frazzled-looking referee.

"I'm telling you, she's not in the castle," she heard James' voice booming.

"Look here son, you can't know that for sure—"

"Yes, I can," James snarled.

"And since there's no evidence of foul play, you either compete with six players or forfeit the game." The ref was standing with his hands up, James towering over him.

"She's. Our. Seeker." James seethed as if the man had completely lost his mind.

"Rules are rules, now get back on your side." He didn't give James the option of fighting back as he'd already gone to seek refuge in the broom shed.

Lily's brows furrowed. What the hell was going on? Dorcas is missing? Lily knew something had to have gone terribly awry for Dor to miss a game... Being the only woman on the team, Lily knew she had to work twice as hard as her teammates to get the same level of respect. If she wasn't here, something was keeping her away. Lily realized she hadn't seen Dorcas when she'd woken up this morning, but that was the norm on game days: Dor had a sort of prematch ritual that she followed strictly.

Lily had to scoff at Potter's overconfidence though. 'Yes, I can.' How the fuck was he going to claim that there was no way Dorcas was in castle? Had he checked every single room himself?

Before she and Adam started climbing up the stands, Lily's eyes locked with James' for a split-second. It was enough time to feel his rage and her breath hitched from the weight of it. He looked ready to murder someone, even before his brows twitched as his gaze found Adam's arm wrapped around her. He stalked off to the locker room, yelling at his team to follow him, undoubtably to quickly discuss an entirely different strategy for the plays.

Lily held onto the railing for support, swallowing hard. Why the fuck were her panties so wet all of a sudden? That can't be a healthy reaction to his anger, she chided herself, as if she could shame her desire for him away.

"Hey, you okay?" Adam asked concerned.

Lily had almost forgotten he was still there. Obviously he could feel her swaying. "Yeah, yeah, let's go up." She ducked out from under him and clambered up. They walked over to her fellow housemates and she hoped to Merlin that her arousal wasn't posted on her cloak like a scarlet letter. Of course no one can tell, refuckinglax.

"Lily?" Lily looked up to see Marlene staring at her from a bench near the back. She looked pleasantly surprised. The blonde's eyes darting between her and Adam alerted her that the girl was deadly curious about what was going on between the pair.

"Hi," she replied awkwardly.

"Here, I can scout over," Marlene offered.

"Thanks."

Lily pretended not to notice when Marlene tensed up when Potter and Rosier, the captains, shook hands before the game. She knew who Marlene was secretly rooting for despite what the banner she was holding onto said.

Gryffindor ended up playing fantastically, however, it hadn't been enough to overcome the inevitable 150 point difference the Snitch provided. Lily used to think Quidditch was so dumb: why even have positions other than Seekers, it's all up to them in the end, isn't it? But today had almost proven her theory wrong. James and his fellow Chasers had near complete possession of the Quaffle, weaving a blurry red braid across the field as they passed the ball around at neck-breaking speed. Lily couldn't help but feel like Gryffindor would always have an unfair advantage considering how easily the Quaffle blended in with their uniforms. She held onto this little nugget in case she ever wanted to get James all riled up. She was sure he wouldn't take kindly to her observation… and how fun would that be?

Lily tried not to stare too much, biting her lip as she watched Potter. He really was a god on a broomstick: a silly skill, but a hot one nonetheless. It seemed like he was getting more and more agitated as the game progressed, bellowing out commands and egging on Sirius to tail the Slytherin Seeker and only send Bludgers his way. James was harsh. He was relentless. Lily wanted to touch herself.

She soon realized she wasn't the only girl there fawning (Merlin, I hope I'm not this obvious) over him. There were some brunettes giggling when he nearly crashed into their stand during a dive and a Latina 4th year who wouldn't stop cheering his name. And yet, I'm the only one fucking him. Lily's smirk faltered… actually, she wasn't even sure if that was true. Of course there could be others, why the hell wouldn't there be? We aren't in a relationship. Lily bristled at the thought, not really wanting to share his body with anyone else.

When the whistle sounded and the Snitch was caught, the Gryffindor team angrily stormed off the pitch to the locker room, except for James who looked like he flew directly to Gryffindor Tower. Lily scoffed as she looked over the railing to where he'd gone, pretty sure that sort of stunt was against school rules.

"What a game!" Adam declared happily. He'd kept joking with her over the past hour despite her distracted state. She hoped he figured she was just a new diehard fan. "Sorry you lost."

"Eh, there's always next time." Lily shrugged turning back around.

They got to their feet. "You know, next week's Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw. Wanna watch together again?"

Lily pushed away any hope she had for watching the game with James. It wasn't a healthy wish… although they seemed to be growing closer and closer by the day anyway, despite her best efforts to stay emotionally unavailable. It was still safest to hedge all her expectations. "I'll wear my favorite yellow jumper just for the occasion."

"Awesome possum," Adam said with a goofy smile.

Lily couldn't help but giggle. "Did you just say, 'Awesome possum'?"

"Lily, Lily, Lily, possums are awesome. Didn't you know?"

"They also look kinda like badgers, so it's perfect for you."

"Exactly!" Adam leaned down and unexpectedly gave her a kiss on the cheek. He pulled back slowly, eyes taking in her countenance. She actually had no idea what kind of face she was making right now, too unreservedly taken aback. "Okay, I gotta go. See you later!" He turned and ran down the stairs, still wearing her scarf.

Lily stayed rooted on the spot, watching him go. Oh. He'd kissed her. Sure, it wasn't a real kiss, only a peck on the cheek, but it was something. Or was it even? I mean people greet each other this way all the time, why the hell am I overanalyzing it? Suddenly, her mind was racing, trying to figure out just how she felt about it. Part of her wondered if she'd known just what she was doing, bringing Adam along with her to James' game. She'd been using Adam to mess with James, if only subconsciously, hadn't she? She had to have known he'd see them there together. Lily bit her lip. But… she liked Adam. He was funny and sweet and the kind of man that she wished she could date. That stupid thing he said about possums was the type of shit James would have said to her in 5th year.

And there it was: James. The thing she liked most about Adam was that he reminded her of pre-fucking-personality-shift James. It would always come back to him, wouldn't it?

Marlene was looking at her curiously. "You coming?"

Lily tilted her face down abashed; she wasn't quite used to people waiting for her anymore. "Oh, yeah." She fell into step beside her roommate.

"You wanna talk about it?" Marlene asked softly as they descended from the stands.

Lily sighed. "Not really, if that's okay."

Marlene nodded. "I think you're not allowed to come to any more games," she said lightly. Off of Lily's hurt expression, she added, "You must be a bad luck charm." She half smiled. "We've been having a real winning streak ever since James started playing, besides that whole drama when Sirius got suspended from the team last year," she waved off the detail, "and now your first game…" Lily had forgotten that Sirius was kicked off the Quidditch team during the same week he was being iced out by the Marauders.

She snorted. "Duly noted." She didn't even notice this was a phrase she'd picked up from James.

They caught up with the other Gryffindor girls and Lily followed them back to their dorm, enjoying their animated banter quietly. Her silence gave her time to daydream about all of the tricks she'd just seen James do…

When they entered through the portrait, there was an air of sadness one could only feel after a bunch of teens had been denied a reason to party. It was not a feeling Gryffindor was used to.

Without warning, James barreled through the common room and grabbed Lily roughly by the arm, spinning her around and exiting the way she'd just entered.

"Potter!" she said more in shock than anything. He was so fast she didn't even have time to see any reactions his little stunt might have caused.

She tripped over her own feet as he dragged her into the hall, around a corner and shoved her into a classroom she'd never actually noticed before. He was ignoring her calls for some sort of explanation.

James slammed the door, muttering with his wand, and then pushed her aggressively against it. As Lily's back hit the wood, her eyes popped wide open, taking him in before her: he was still clad in his Quidditch jersey but his cape and guards had already been discarded. His usually bright eyes were nearly black as they bore into hers and Lily couldn't help the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest between them. He looked downright dangerous.

He put a fist against the wall next to her head and leaned into her face. "Do you remember the safe word?" Lily wet her lips, both scared and unreasonably horny because of the harshness of his voice.

"Uh—" She swallowed as she squirmed before him; her mouth had gotten so dry.

"It's a yes or no question, Evans," he said brutishly, his face mere centimeters from hers now.

Her eyes darted to his fuckable lips, then down to his chest. She was blasted by a whiff of his musky sweat and she cursed that she loved the intoxicating aroma. Who the fuck's sweat smells this good? She felt like a flaming hot coil was trapped in the pit of her stomach, desperately crying to be sprung free. She met his gaze again, biting her lip. "Yes," she whispered.

James wasted no time shoving her cloak to the floor and ripping her jumper and shirt over her head, tossing them aside. He spun her around and pushed her body back flush with the door shoving her skirt down unceremoniously as he fumbled with her stockings. She gasped when she felt his teeth scrapping her back and realized he was using them to tear the garment from her body.

In that moment, Lily realized that James Potter was an animal, and she was currently his prey. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips. His hands were brutal in their exploration of her body, until he held her arms behind her back and swung them over to the teacher's desk at the front of the room, bending her over it.

Holding her arms with one hand, his other reached behind his neck to hastily yank his jersey over his head. Lily looked over her shoulder to see his white undershirt sticking to him. She had no idea where the desire to lick his sweaty bod from navel to collarbone had come from, but there was no point in denying it now. She wanted him: bad.

"Ugh Lily, you're so bloody wet," James groaned as his free hand started rubbing up and down her knickers from behind.

Lily squirmed under his restraint, never having wanted to get fucking plowed so badly. "Potter, stop teasing—"

SMACK.

Lily gasped as her left butt cheek smarted wickedly. "Did you just spank me?!" She watched as he did it again, harder if that was possible, looking at her with a smug, 'whatcha gonna do about it' expression, daring for her to protest again. Lily bit her tongue.

"Rule number one, Lily." He sounded so viciously amused. His grip on her arms tightened, pulling her back so she had to arch up as he leaned into her ear. His left hand found her clit once more and she widened her stance to give him easier access. "Unless you don't want to do this anymore…"

She tried to kiss him over her shoulder, but he dodged her, righting himself. "James…" she spoke through gritted teeth. His fingers were doing slow, tantalizing circles.

"Yes, love?" he drawled.

Her own fingers extended out, finding the drawstring of his trousers and jerking on them restlessly. He hissed and pushed her wrists higher up her spine, making her wince as her breasts slammed back down onto the table. He was really over her trying to act like she had any control of the situation. "Tsk tsk." His finger lazily dragged her underwear down so it was pooled at her ankles. "Just say it." Lily pressed her blazing cheek to the cool desk, trying to consider if begging was worth her dignity. Behind her, James had pulled out his cock and was rubbing it up and down her folds, getting it, as well as Lily, wetter and wetter.

"Lily," he sang impatiently.

To hell with dignity. "Fuck me, James." She couldn't even recognize the desperation in her own voice.

Lily cried out as James rammed straight into her, filling her to the hilt. His onslaught was hard and fast, and Lily moaned pitifully into the wood as James grunted curse words behind her. His free hand came around to fondle one of her breasts, pushing the bra cup down and pinching her nipple with the same ferocity with which he was destroying her cunt.

Lily couldn't think, she couldn't breath, she was just a mess of indiscernible mutterings emanating beneath him.

"Fuuck, you feel good Lils," he murmured into her shoulder as he released her arms and instead buried his fist in her hair, tugging on the roots leniently. His hips continued to never miss their target, hitting her just right over and over. Lily thought she was going to go insane as her cries grew louder. His fingers resumed their work on her nub and he nipped and sucked at her neck, bruising it. She knew he was breaking rule whatever-the-fuck-it-was, but she could not care less; her brain was currently ricocheting inside of her skull and she never wanted him to stop. "Come for me, Lily."

She was weak, she was pathetic, and she was about to come so hard.

"Scream for me," he demanded in a rakish whisper, his lips brushing against her ear, and that was it. Lily cried out his name as she shuddered against him, feeling her body pulsate and lift, crumble and break into a thousand little pieces.

When she came down to earth, she found herself with her shoulders on the table, her bra torn open and a shirtless James now joining her on the desk on his knees, supporting her hips in the air as he positioned himself at her core again. "What?" she asked feebly in disbelief. "You've got more in you?"

James chuckled as he resumed fucking her. Lily's eyes clamped shut as she bucked her hips automatically against him, the angle of penetration divine. Her clit screamed out in overstimulation and Lily's head lolled uselessly to the side. Why did everything he do feel so sodding good? "We're gonna have to work on your endurance," James grumbled, his nails digging into her hipbones.

It was James' turn to let his head fall back, consumed by her warmth wrapped around his cock. Lily hungrily watched as a bead of sweat made its way down his neck, ran along his collarbone and then dripped down the center of his perfect fucking chest.

Pound, pound, pound.

"Kiss me," she mewled.

He looked down at her and snorted, making no motion to obey her request.

Lily brought her hand up to his pec, scratching her nails in with a particularly sharp thrust. "Please…"

James dropped her hips down to the desk and lowered himself flush against her with another deep thrust. Lily's eyes rolled back as she heard the scrapping sound of the table moving rhythmically across the floor with them. He shoved his tongue down her throat, giving in to her plea, but refusing to do it in any way that wasn't interpreted as pure sex. She felt his warm hand pushing up her body, over her breast, and settling around her neck, not really squeezing but resting there nonetheless. She tangled her fingers in his hair, and he moaned, pummeling into her two more times before making a muffled cry into her shoulder as he came undone, hastily pecked her on the lips, then nestled back into her neck, his heavy pants soothing her tender skin.

His weight was crushing on top of her, forcing her to have to try twice as hard to breath, but she didn't care. Nor did she care that he was a sweaty hot mess. Okay, that was a lie, she did care: she loved it. Her fingers continued his scalp massage as she cradled him to her body.

He regained his breath and propped himself up and off of her, making Lily bemoan the sudden jarring lack of him inside of her. If James heard it, he didn't react, and merely got off the table to find his clothes. He slung his trousers on and threw his white shirt over his head, then rushed to the door, causing Lily to gasp and scurry to cover herself up. "Cheers," he casually called over his shoulder and snapped the door back shut.

Lily stared at the exit dumbfounded, trying to convince herself he hadn't just left her like that. Sure, if his aim had been to remind her that this relationship was clearly strictly physical, could he do it kindly at least? He could have said more, waited for me, I don't know, anything?! Fucking jerk. Who the fuck says 'Cheers' after sex anyway? He'd ruined her favorite send off.

She used her wand to clean up the mess dripping down her inner thigh and discarded the remnants of her ripped stockings into a nearby bin, thanking Merlin she had a cloak on her (it only had the smallest hint of red left to it now) so no one would notice her bare legs. She looked down at the tatters of her bra. Ugh, these things are so expensive. She'd have to tell him to quit breaking or losing them.

She winced as she put pressure on her legs, her muscles vehemently protesting. If she was already that sore, Lily didn't even want to think how bad it would be tomorrow.

Before she left, she noticed a scarlet sleeve poking out from under the desk they'd just vigorously christened. James' jersey. Lily smiled wistfully picking it up and resisted the urge to bury her nose in it. The defiance was made easier due to the fact that it probably smelt exactly like she did right now. Pushing away any sentimental thoughts of wearing it herself (that was couple shit, real couple shit), she tucked it under her arm and made her way back to the common room.

It turned out a few of the Gryffindors were still choosing to let loose since they had already purchased the liquor anyway. Lily wasn't surprised Sirius and James were amongst them, lounging near the stairs in the back.

When Sirius' eyes landed on her, his eyebrows shot up into his hair. Spent, Lily just made a beeline for them, Sirius' expression looking more and more shocked the closer she got. James wasn't looking. Lily found it awful ballsy of him to just hang out here, reeking of sex.

"Here," she told him as she shoved the jersey into his stomach. Then, without another word, she ascended the stairs, but not quite fast enough to miss Sirius' perplexed declaration.

"You're shagging Evans?!"

She was rather shocked James hadn't told him sooner. Because it means nothing to him.

When she stepped into her room, the chatter died down immediately and she felt four pairs on eyes honing in on her. "Hi," she said weakly, striding towards the bathroom and locking the door. It sounded like they'd gone right back to talking. Lily looked in the mirror. Oh. Maybe that's what everyone's looking at. Not only was Lily sporting the worst sex hair she'd ever seen in her life (of course somehow amplified by the shock of color), but her neck was a disaster. It looked like someone had tried to murder her, with a large purple bruise already forming at the side of the base.

Lily rolled her eyes and cursed that she still didn't have the right kind of makeup to cover it up. I need to go to Hogsmeade one of these days.

Spells for missing buttons, contraception, torn clothing, love bites… James Potter was making Lily Evans have to learn all sorts of different magic.

Dorcas showed up wandering the dungeons two days later, very hungry and with no recollection of where she'd been. The last thing she remembered was flying with her older brother over the summer.

Next Chapter: The Turning of Tides

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