Warning: Smut after the xXxs. I don't know why I'm this thirsty. (It's a curse.)

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the extremely talented Viktoria Ridzel (Instagram: viria94)

Near the end of spring break, Lily had an interview for the Potions apprenticeship she really had her eye on.

"Oh James, this woman is a legend; her work on cures for Dark Magic revolutionized the field! She's been shifting more into disease prevention potions lately and it's all just so fascinating. That she even wants to meet with me is insane!" Lily's hands anxiously smoothed out imaginary wrinkles on her professional outfit. "How cool would that be? Working to help people with someone so renowned? And doing it while doing something I love? If I could be so lucky…"

James smiled heartily at her exuberance. "This job sounds perfect for you." He rested both his hands on her shoulders, effectively stilling her nervous bouncing.

Lily tilted her head at him. "Well, it is an apprenticeship, not a real job, but we've all got to start somewhere, right? And who knows? Maybe in a few years, after I prove myself, I can work my way up to partner!" She looked down to the carpet, second-guessing herself. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe this whole interview invitation was a fluke. I'll be just out of Hogwarts, what could I possibly have to contribute?"

Lily's confidence swings were giving him whiplash. Luckily, he had some experience with them as Remus had also oft been plagued with bouts of crippling self-doubt. "Lily Evans: you've got this. You know the potions, you've researched the potioneer — a little obsessively I might add," Lily tittered, "You've got the drive, you've got the spunk, and you're going to go to this interview and show her she'd be crazy not to take you."

Lily beamed at him, standing on her tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss. "Thank you, James."

She picked up her bag and went for the door; Dumbledore had kindly agreed to let her use his Floo. At the threshold she felt a stinging slap across her arse.

"And damn do you look good in that pencil skirt."

Lily winked at him and slipped out. James groaned watching her leave. Her outfit alone made her look a little older, and Merlin's balls, did she look even more appetizing than ever. If James thought he couldn't keep his hands off her now, what would the bloody future bring? I'm screwed. So beautifully and perpetually screwed.

The night before all students returned to Hogwarts, James and Lily took a stroll through the grounds, the latter under the cloak. They basked in the calm before the final dizzying storm was to come down on them.

Lily's interview had exceeded all expectations except for one. Lydia Pippin was down-to-earth and ingenious, and she and Lily had talked for hours about all the latest cutting edge advancements in the field. By the end of their lunch, Pippin had told her as long as she got an O in both Potions and Herbology, the spot was hers. The only problem was, her research funding had been dramatically cut, so the pay was even less than Lily had anticipated. She supposed she could just live in the middle of nowhere to keep her rent down and Apparate to the other side of the country each day — but she'd heard that that sort of commute was rather exhausting. Either way, she figured she'd have a few more months to devise a plan.

Lily wanted to talk to James about this whole uncomfortable money dilemma, but she knew that he'd offer up his manor (probably give me an entire bloody wing), and she felt like it was a bit too soon to talk about moving in together. She didn't want to ruin things. Although, you've got to admit, it would kind of be the dream… Lily shook her head to jostle out the fantasy. There was no way she could leave Hogwarts with everything she'd ever wanted… Can I?

"James," Lily scoldingly whispered as she made them halt before the giant, glass hourglasses displaying the House points. The Gryffindor one was currently filled all the way to the top, positively ready to burst, with rubies. "You can't keep it like this! No one should have been earning points over holiday."

James sighed loudly. He'd gotten into the habit of awarding Lily points for all sorts of things. Ten points for not setting an alarm and letting them sleep in in his bed. Five points for having breakfast with him in the kitchens. Twenty points for strutting around his room in her underwear. "Fine. One hundred points from Gryffindor because my girlfriend is more noble than I am," he muttered.

Lily smiled to herself as the rubies flew to the bottom. The tally was still significantly higher than when vacation started, but she'd let it slide.

"Lily, Lily, Lily," Beth cooed like an overeager five year-old ready to tell her babysitter all about her day. She tossed herself onto her bed in the Gryffindor dorm.

"Yes, Beth, Beth, Beth?" Lily responded, throwing a questioning glance at Dorcas to see if she knew what was going on.

Dorcas' eyes went wide. "Nope, don't ask me. I've already had to listen to this the whole train ride. It's your turn."

Lily looked back at her unusually gleeful friend. "What's up?"

"I'm in love," Beth sighed.

"Yeah?!" Lily replied eagerly, bounding over to Beth's bed.

"Oh yeah. It's actually a good thing you didn't come over," Lily huffed indignantly but Beth continued as if she hadn't noticed, "because this way Mary could come over." The way Beth so adoringly uttered her name told Lily all she needed to know: her bestie was head over heels with her former Charms partner.

"Must we run?" Dorcas grumbled behind Lily Monday morning.

"We're not running Dor, we are merely walking in a very brisk manner," Lily sassed back.

Last night had been the first time in two weeks that Lily had not slept in James Potter's bed and, honestly, she wasn't dealing with it very well. She'd taken for granted how he'd wrap his arms around her tiny frame and spoon her while they drifted to sleep, but when they'd wake up, he'd inevitably be in some crazy, gravity-defying position. She missed feeling his warm, comforting breath on her bare shoulders or the light kisses he'd often use to gently wake her. Hell, she even missed his occasional, very loud, sleep-talking (her personal favorite was when he'd screamed, "No! Not on my hydrangeas, you scalawag!")

And yes, the morning sex had been the most invigorating way to start her days.

Lily exhaled blissfully as she crossed the Transfiguration threshold.

Dorcas glared at her from the corner of her eye. "My two best friends are insufferable."

James started the class by returning the midterm papers and going over common mistakes they'd made. But as he lectured, Lily couldn't stop staring at his desk smirking. I fucked on that desk. I came on that desk. Images of James in nothing but his tie flooded her brain, his hard body pumping in and out of her while all his other lean muscles flexed, the veins in them throbbing appealingly… Lily licked her lips and adjusted herself in her seat.

When she looked back at James standing between the rows, a flush hot on her cheeks, she saw him play with his tie, loosening it a little bit before swiftly turning and sitting in his chair. Ugh, Lily internally groaned, we banged there too. She could still viscerally recall the feeling off her tits bouncing in front of him while she worked herself over his lap. Is it getting fucking hot in here?

James cleared his throat. "Benjy, could you please read your essay aloud for the class?"

Benjy looked a little caught off guard, but happy to show off all the same. He stood up and started droning away.

Lily watched as James picked up his quill and started madly scribbling something out. The first line of her paper rearranged itself: "Oy. Stop it, Trash Panda." The 'Stop' was underlined three times.

Lily's eyebrows knitted together. "Stop what?" she wrote back.

"So obviously thinking about it. You're making me think about it, and it's a little more problematic when I do."

"Sorry, Gutter Troll."

There was a beat. "No you're not."

Lily smiled. "Oops. You're right."

She heard a muffled chuckle coming from behind James' hand a second later.

"P.S." she added. "I really missed you last night."

James ran his hand through his hair and smiled adorably. "Ditto."

A few weeks later, Lily was about to get ready for bed when Dusty the house-elf popped into their dorm, scaring her roommates half to death.

"Miss Lily?" she squeaked apologetically, bowing to the floor.

"Yes, Dusty, how are you?" Lily recovered.

Dusty held out an elegant, stamped envelope with swirly print. "This arrived for you via Muggle post today, Miss."

Lily accepted the letter, confused. Who from the Muggle world still wants to speak to me? Her blood stilled in her veins when on the top left corner she read 'The Future Mrs. & Mr. Dursley'. "Thank… you…" she managed to get out. It had been addressed to 'Lily Evans, School of Freaks.' Someone in the Muggle Liaison office must have had a sense of humor.

Lily's hands trembled slightly as she turned over the envelope to open it. Dusty disappeared and Dorcas came to sit next to her. "Petunia? What's she want from you?" Lily had a strong suspicion there was only one reason her sister would ever reach out to her again after the fiasco over Christmas break when Petunia had tactlessly broken the news of their parents' passing.

Lily ripped it open and out fell a thick card reading 'You are hereby invited to the wedding of Vernon P. Dursley and Petunia H. Evans on Saturday April 25th.' "Oh for fuck's sake," Lily moaned.

"Saturday? As in this Saturday? Merlin, she didn't really give you a lot of warning did she?"

Lily agitatedly pulled her hair up into a messy bun. "I think that's the point. She doesn't want me to come, but she wants to have the moral high ground by being able to say she invited me, you know, like bloody etiquette demands," Lily grumbled. "Ugh, she's a daft cow enough to probably lord this over my head for the rest of my life if I didn't go too."

"… Even though she doesn't want you to go?" Dorcas' forehead wrinkled.

"Yeah."

"Huh. Sisters are complicated."

"You have no idea." Lily lightly punched Dorcas' shoulder. "You're so lucky you only have brothers."

Dorcas rolled her eyes. "They come with their own set of problems, trust me."

An hour later, Lily had snuck into James' room in a full-blown panic and in need of some serious boyfriend-calming-support she knew he was so good at.

"Lily," he said in his adorable plaid pajama bottoms, "I think we have to go."

"We? You'll come with me?" she asked perking up instantly.

"Yeah, of course. It says plus-ones allowed right?" Lily thought it was cute that's how he'd interpreted her query: like it was a question of rules rather than his willingness to suffer by her side. "And having met them, I'd bet my left arse cheek that we'll be the only magical folk there, so we won't even need a disguise this time."

Huh. Lily hadn't even thought of that; things were looking up. "Please don't put your left one in danger like that, it's my favorite," she joked.

"Lily…" James said knowingly — she was stalling.

"It'll just be so uncomfortable." She plopped herself next to his fireplace. "You read the invitation, she clearly was hoping it would be too late to RSVP—"

"An owl would get there by tomorrow—"

"—and that we wouldn't have anything to wear. Which we don't." It was not like Lily could recycle the dress she'd worn to the winter dance — it had been backless and far too sexy.

James settled down next to her. "If that's something you're actually worried about, don't be. I know a tailor who specializes in rush orders. He does Muggle fashion too. I can put in an order tonight."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "That sounds expensive."

James smiled standing up and flicking his wand. "My treat." From the tip of his wand a measuring tape appeared, immediately coming to life and whipping around James' body as he held out his arms to the side. Off of Lily's bemused expression, he explained, "You end up ruining a lot of clothes as an Auror. Occupational hazard." After the magic tape was satisfied, it poofed into a cloud of gold smoke and James reached out to grab a fluttering piece of parchment with his measurements on it. "Splendid. Your turn, love."

Lily looked at him, realizing it would be futile to argue him on this, and stood up. A new tape wrapped around her waist. "I'll pay you back."

James went to his desk and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment to write instructions to his tailor. "Okay." He looked back at her. "We think this will be fancy, yeah?"

"It says tuxedo and formal gowns, so yep. Knowing Petunia, it will be ridiculously over-the-top."

James nodded and jotted something else down. Lily brought her measurements to him when they materialized. He stuffed all the papers into an envelope and reached into his wallet as Snowy appeared at his open window. Venus trailed behind a moment later, hooting cheerily as she orbited Lily's head.

Lily laughed. "Hello to you too, my crazy bird."

James offered the letter to Venus. "I guess you can take this," he turned to his owl, who looked more than a little offended to have been passed over like that, "and you can take the payment." Lily didn't like how heavy that pouch looked.

"We're really going to go to this, aren't we?" Lily was embarrassed by how whiny the words sounded coming out of her mouth.

"She's your sister," James said sadly. "I know she's not a particularly good one, but she's family." He didn't have to say anything more because Lily already knew the implication: she's the only one you have left. Lily sighed. Besides Sirius, he had no one else left either. She crossed over to him and hugged him close. "And you know you'd regret it if you didn't go."

"Hmmph." James was right. She knew he was right.

He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "I'll make it fun. I promise."

She tilted up her chin to look into those hazel eyes she loved so much. Tonight they were gleaming with the promise of mischief "James Potter, are you going to prank my sister's wedding?"

James leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "Oh no, no, no my Lily-like-the-flower, I'm solemnly swearing to keep my girlfriend entertained through whatever means she deems necessary during her hour of need."

"Whatever means necessary, eh?" James nodded his head eagerly. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

"I hope you do."

Saturday morning rolled around — much to her dismay — and Lily trudged to James' room accepting that today would probably not be a good day.

Pushing open his door, she stopped in her tracks.

Are you bloody kidding me? James stood in front of his mirror, fiddling with his cufflinks, decked out in a perfectly fitted black tux. She chastised herself for having underestimated his sex appeal and worrying he'd look like some sort of fancy penguin (she was sure there'd be some weird sort of butt flaps, alas, there were not). Of course he could pull off the look, even if he didn't seem so confident in this foreign style himself. He looked up at her skeptically as though to ask 'Am I doing it right?'

"Fuck me," Lily blurted out; he truly looked like a bloody snack.

All of James' usual swagger flooded him once more. "I'd love to babe, but," he looked to the watch she'd given him, "then we might be late."

She ignored his cheek, walked up to him and pulled him down by the bowtie, kissing him soundly. "Sorry," she said. "I've been wanting to do that for forever." Ever since the end-of-semester dance last year…

He smirked. "Is it because I look as dashing as Solo?"

"Ha, Solo ain't got nothing on you, love."

James' eyebrows shot up as his arms settled around her. "Whoa, watch it, that man is like my personal hero now."

Lily tilted her head. "Hm. Does that make Sirius your Chewbacca?"

James' jaw dropped. "Evans! You're brilliant! My trusty sidekick with marvelous hair and a gruff personality only we can understand. How did I not realize this sooner? I must mirror him at once!"

"I thought we were going to be late?"

"Well, unless you plan on going to the wedding in that outfit, you still need to change." He motioned to the dress hanging from his bed's canopy frame.

Lily noticed the garment for the first time: it was stunning. She walked towards it, mesmorized by the finest piece of clothing she now owned. It was a simply cut, long wine red dress that screamed timeless elegance.

"Do you like it?"

Lily let her hands explore the soft fabric wondering what it could possibly be. "Yes," she answered unable to stop admiring it.

"Oh, he also sent those." He pointed to a piece of delicate lace and a structured bustier neatly folded on his bed. "Seems he thought those specific undergarments would work best with it I guess." An adorable flush was spreading across his cheeks.

"Did he now?" Lily teased.

"I swear!" James held up his palms. "I don't know enough about women's clothing to be so devious." James considered this. "Maybe I should learn, there seem to be some fun benefits."

Lily picked up the barely-there panties. "Yeah, like insisting wearing this will somehow complete the look."

James' smile could light up the sun. "Hey now Lily, let's defer to the professional on this one; don't want to insult the tailor's clear expertise on the subject."

Lily cocked an eyebrow. "Mmhm." She walked into his bathroom to put on the lingerie.

James called to her. "If you don't like it, you could always go commando!" He chuckled to himself flipping through a magazine as he casually leaned against his desk. "I know at least one guest who really wouldn't—" his sentence stalled as Lily stepped back out in only the little thong that seemed to have been painted onto her curves and the red strapless bustier that was all but spilling her breasts, "—mind." He swallowed hard.

"James, you got a little," she pointed to the corner of her mouth miming drool.

James closed his mouth, not realizing it had been agape in the first place. He stepped up to her, unable to keep his hands to himself. "I make no apologies."

She swatted him away and reached for the dress, unzipping it and delicately stepping in. It fit her body like a glove. She looked over her shoulder to her lovestruck boyfriend. "James, could you please help me?"

She looked like an angel, but in that moment, James knew she was anything but. He let out a tortured sigh, but dutifully stood behind her, moving all her hair over one shoulder, lightly trailing his fingertips over her sensitive neck. He relished in her shiver and gave her a little kiss behind her ear. Then, he slid the zipper up her back at a torturously slow pace.

Lily knew she loved it when James undressed her — but she was in no way prepared for how sensual she'd find it when he did the opposite. All the skin he'd brushed tingled and suddenly she was finding it rather hard to breathe in a way that she knew wasn't due to the tightness of her clothing. She turned to face him, a haze of lust clouding her eyes.

His eyes scanned her face, the sudden sexual tension in the air hanging over them like a thick cloud. "We should go… we don't want to be late."

"We should." Neither of them moved.

Her lips were painted ruby red and he couldn't stop staring. A small part of him registered that if he were to snog her senseless, then he would also be wearing ruby lipstick. This realization tempered his desires. "I got you something," he said breaking her from the spell.

"Something else?"

"Yeah." He smiled and pulled out a small box with flowers inside: it was a corsage. "I read that Muggle men give women flowers to ask them to dance with them." He pulled it out and took her hand. "May I dance with you tonight?" He hovered the flowers above her wrist before she gave him permission to attach them.

He was looking at her so earnestly that she couldn't bring herself to tell him that not all Muggle cultures followed this tradition, and it most certainly wasn't done at weddings. "Yes, I hereby grant you all my dances tonight," she replied dramatically.

He secured the little bundle of white flowers proudly. "Wicked." She realized they were jasmine flowers.

"Where'd you read that anyway?"

James pointed to his nightstand. "Some book I took out from the library." She saw the title: Guess Who's Coming Home for Dinner: My Time Assimilating into Muggle Culture by Gilderoy Lockhart. She made a mental note to read it for laughs later. "All right, enough dilly-dallying. I'd like to take my drop dead gorgeous girlfriend out in public, on my arm, and show her off to the world."

Lily smirked. "Really?" She knew he was thinking about having had to morph into Sirius last time.

"Yes." He pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. "But first, put this on."

She rolled her eyes but donned it; they'd have to leave the castle to Apparate.

The ceremony was mercifully quick since it was unbearably uncomfortable for both Lily and James sitting in the back.

Uncomfortable for James as his clothing was more constrictive than he was used to and he was on edge trying his best to act in a 'normal' totally-not-magical way for the sake of his girlfriend's new extended family. And yes, he was also trying to control his slight flare-up in temper upon seeing the pair who'd mistreated his Lily so badly over Christmas.

Uncomfortable for Lily as all of Petunia's gossipy friends could not stop staring and whispering at this unknown harlot who had shown up to a wedding in 'whore red' and dared to look more beautiful than the bride. It wasn't James' fault that he'd chosen the attention grabbing color of her gown — she knew he was partial to it being a Gryffindor. After all, how would he know the unspoken etiquette of estranged sisters or appeasing insecure brides? Lily just thanked her lucky stars her dress wasn't white.

When Lily saw Petunia walk down the aisle with a large man who was clearly not their father, a sharp jolt of pain sliced through her. Her heart went out to her sister for not having their dad to hold her arm on her special day. Lily's heart also ached fully realizing for the first time that her father wouldn't be there to walk her on her eventual special day. My parents won't ever even meet my future husband. Lily couldn't help but picture James in this scenario.

The man in question noticed her sudden sadness and gave her hand a little squeeze. Not for the first time that day, and definitely not for the last, Lily couldn't stop thinking about how lucky she was to have him.

Eventually, after some very unoriginal vows, everyone moved to the cocktail hour outside of the ostentatious country club while the bride and groom were taking photos with his family. Lily knew better than to think she'd be asked to join.

A group of skinny, perfectly manicured women descended on Lily like vultures when she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

"Why hello there, I don't think we've met." The ringleader stuck out her hand like a dead fish for Lily to hold awkwardly for a long beat. "I'm Gertrude, Petunia's best friend. And who might you be?" Her blue eyes scanned Lily up and down appraisingly.

"Just her sister." Lily felt like she was on trial.

"Hm." Gertrude looked disturbingly happy with this. "Funny, she's never mentioned having a sister." Oh great, this bitch thinks I'm crashing the wedding.

"That's not true!" one of the women chipped in. Lily's relief at this statement was short-lived. "She told me that she had a sister at a boarding school for…" her eyes cut in Lily's direction, "… troubled youth." There was a small gasp.

"Yep. That's me." Lily, in absolutely no mood to be messed with considering all her nerves were already so frayed, pulled out her lipstick and reapplied it in front of the mirror. "I'm a recovering sex addict." She had no idea where the joke had come from, but this was often the case when her temper flared like this. She almost laughed at the women's horrorstruck faces reflected before her. This is too much fun. "Petunia probably kept me a secret from you Gertrude out of respect for me. She's very proud of my progress, you see." Lily knew it was childish, but she was honestly sort of pissed that Petunia would pretend like she didn't even have a sister — or had a deranged one.

"Wait," Gertrude said, "if you're a sex addict… you're not sleeping with that handsome, tall bloke?"

Fuck. She'd underestimated this horny harpy. Damn irresistible Potter, especially in that suit. "Oh no, he's mine," she recovered. "We're allowed cheat days."

"Cheat days?" Gertrude repeated skeptically.

"Yeah," oh fuck, you're a fucking idiot, "like… on a diet. To treat yourself for being so good." Abort! Abort! "Anyway, nice to meet you ladies!" She gave a spastic wave and bolted.

Lily practically ran back to James, but before she could tell him about her encounter from hell, she noticed he was struggling with a gigantic, gift-wrapped present.

"Where'd that come from?"

"Doesn't matter, but have you seen where I should put it?" James replied struggling under its immense weight.

"I saw the gift table in a back room," Lily said leading the way. "Thanks for getting a present, I completely forgot. Best sister ever I am," she grumbled, already feeling kind of guilty over her stunt in the bathroom.

"It was no problem. I read in that book it's customary to give Muggles kitchen appliances at their wedding."

Lily nodded, pleasantly surprised the book was right about this. "True. So what's this?"

James grunted, finally able to put it down on the gift table that seemed to buckle slightly. "A sink."

Lily did a double take. "A what?"

"A sink. You know," James motioned washing his hands, "like a kitchen sink."

Lily's hand flew to cover her mouth, trying (and failing) to stifle her laughter.

"What?" James asked cutely befuddled. Lily couldn't contain herself and bent over howling. "What?" he repeated, joining in with a chuckle; he found her mood contagious.

Lily wiped her happy tears away as her shoulders slowly stopped shaking. "Nothing." She gave him a peck. "It's perfect."

James narrowed his eyes at her. "Excuse me if I don't believe you."

She cupped his cheek. "Well, believe me this: no one else will have been so thoughtful as to gift them an entire sink." Her cheeks puffed out trying to swallow another giggle.

"You're taking the mickey out of me, aren't you?" His eyes were twinkling.

"Nooo…" Lily mocked, dragging him back to where they were serving hors d'oeuvres.

Before they reached one of the waiters passing apps, James spun her around for a kiss, catching Lily off guard but completely willing. The far-off sound of a glass breaking kept their hands from wandering too far across each other's bodies as things heated up.

"Sorry," he panted when they broke free from one another. "Your ass just looks lethal in that dress." Lily grinned wickedly.

James looked around at all the stares they had attracted. "Do Muggles not approve of PDA?"

Lily grimaced. "I guess not these Muggles." She fidgeted a little bit. "I may have also told some of them I'm a sex addict."

"What?!" James chuckled taking both her hands. "Why?"

Lily sighed. "Honestly, I have no idea." She shrugged. "Maybe because you make me feel like one?" she joked.

James looked insanely cocky as they each reached for a tray of crab cakes that was passing them by.

A little later, the bride and groom rejoined the party and made their way through the crowd to say their welcome and thank you's. Lily wouldn't have been surprised if her sister skipped saying hello to her altogether. She had no such luck.

"Lily," Petunia said curtly when it seemed as though she'd gone through every other guest. Her gigantic ballgown's skirt was doing an awfully good job at keeping a buffer between them. "Some of my friends mentioned you were here." Her smile said, 'Isn't that nice,' but her voice said, 'I'll cut you, bitch.'

Oh shit. She hates me even more now. "Congratulations Petunia. You look gorgeous." And it was true. Sure, she could stand to eat something, but her sister had looked truly happy at the altar.

"And you wore red." Well. Least I tried.

Lily ignored the taunt and turned to James. "You remember my boyfriend, James?" James sheepishly raised his hand, clearly thinking about the last time they'd met.

Petunia gave him a flustered once over and sneered back to Lily, her voice still sickly sweet. "Boyfriend, huh? We'll see if that lasts." Before Lily could react, Petunia grabbed Vernon's arm and walked off with a, "Enjoy the party."

Lily snorted.

James stared. "What just happened?"

Lily let out an exasperated sigh. "Petunia's friends asked her about me, which pissed her off, because she likes to pretend I don't exist, and remember, she was hoping I wouldn't show up, so she's blaming me for ruining her perfect day by being a selfish freak, like she thinks I usually am, so she insulted my dress, because she's always told me 'Gingers can't pull off red,' because it clashes or something, which honestly has kinda stuck with me, because I almost never feel confident in it, and she knows that." Lily took a big breath. "Oh, and she thinks you're hot."

James blinked at her a couple times. "You got all that from a few words?" Lily nodded. "Let's elaborate on this me being hot thing." Lily snorted. "Everything else was too utterly ridiculous. You look crazy fit in red." He pulled her hips toward him. "Positively radiant in red. Ravishing. Rad. Remarkable." He looked up pondering. "Really, really fuckable."

"Romantic," she said slapping his chest.

"Oo, that too." She rolled her eyes amused as he continued. "On the plus side, I don't think they remembered me."

"Oh, they did. Didn't you see how her husband's mustache was quivering as he slowly turned purple?"

"Whoops. Maybe I should have gifted them a chimney."

Lily giggled, loving that James was keeping his promise to entertain her.

For dinner they were seated at a table in the back near the kitchen with all the other misfits, but Lily didn't mind — James was already attracting far too much attention as it was with all the single ladies. Lily noticed them furtively glare at her hands and then smile, as if the lack of ring there meant he was fair game.

"Is it always like this for you?" She pointed at some girls giving him 'come find me' looks. He smiled at her innocently, tilting his head. "How has your head not inflated to the size of the Giant Squid's?"

"Oh, it did at one point," James admitted with a smirk. "You probably wouldn't have liked me in school."

"I did like you in school."

"Okay, but we barely ever talked. Talking is what got me in trouble."

Lily laughed. "Well, I love you the way you are now, James Potter."

He leaned in for a passionate kiss, and a couple girls groaned and turned away.

Shortly after, speeches started and James and Lily played a drinking game: James had to drink every time someone said the word 'destiny' and Lily had to drink every time someone mentioned drills. They were both feeling pretty tipsy by the time dancing rolled around.

Having already danced with James raunchily at her own party, Lily absolutely adored slow dancing with him on the edge of the dance floor here. The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her waist as they swayed was suddenly everything she could possibly ever need. Well, as long as she could keep her rising horniness at bay. She might be a witch, but she was still only human.

His eyes were honey as he asked, "Do you ever think about your own wedding?" He watched her cheeks tint pink by his champagne-fueled boldness. She clearly hadn't expected a question like that; it was cute.

Here I am thinking about how I want to dip his body in chocolate and then lick him from heel to forehead, and he's being romantic. Lily couldn't hold his gaze; his look was too intense and she was slightly embarrassed. "Um, not really. Not yet, I guess." Her blush intensified. "Well, not before today." And I pictured you standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me, looking at me like that.

James grinned but didn't push; however Lily's curiosity got the best of her. Emerald came back up to hazel. "Have you ever thought about yours?" Ours. They were both screaming ours in their heads.

James' smile grew. "Not before today." He didn't have to say anything else: she knew, he had pictured her too. Her heart was hammering against her ribs so hard she thought it was getting bruised and her stomach did somersaults. She bit her lower lip and let out a small sigh. How did he always make her feel so airy and free but queasy and naked at the same time and… alive? She couldn't quite explain it — she just knew it was love.

"You know, you've destroyed me," he pivoted the conversation.

"How so?"

He unexpectedly swung her around and dipped her in his arms, bending in to feather a kiss on her neck. "Because even being seen out with you, in my own body, is somehow now an aphrodisiac," he whispered, then pulled them back to standing.

Lily smirked. "You sure it wasn't just all that talk of drilling?"

James snorted, impressed by their ability to go from heartfelt intimacy to deplorable sexual innuendos in the blink fo an eye. He loved it. He loved them: together, like this.

"Lily, drilling is very serious," James teased.

She started pulling James off the dance floor by the bowtie. "Uh huh."

He let her lead him down an empty hall to a closet. "We mustn't make fun of the noblest of professions."

Lily pushed him into a rack of fancy, fluffy coats. "No, we mustn't do that."

"Think of what Vernon would say."

Lily's lips halted her assault on his neck, leaving a red smear in their wake.

"I can't believe you just mentioned Vernon," Lily chastised horrified.

"And I can't believe you just dragged me into a closet."

Lily tugged off James' jacket. "Really? Well, I can't believe my restraint lasted so long with how fucking sexy you look tonight," she purred in his ear as she rubbed her hand up and down his zipper. "I need you right now." It might have been the champagne running euphorically through her veins, but Lily knew the words were true: her body ached for him.

James stiffed when he saw the way her eyes were feasting on him. His own darkening irises were only turning her on more; he saw it. Their bodies were now fine-tuned to drive each other to the frenzied edge of sanity. Her breathing was shallow and tasted sweet in this stuffy little room.

His hands flew up to his buttons, ready to strip for her, but Lily stopped him. "No, I want you to take me in the tux."

xXx

James grunted at her words, kissing her roughly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Lily moaned at his intensity, knowing this time would be a little wilder than their previous sexcapades — and she couldn't wait. They had both been (almost) so good tonight despite being entirely unwelcome and needed a reward of sorts.

James spun her around so she faced the wall and pushed her hair to the side — like when he'd dressed her — so he could bite and nip at her neck while he hiked up her gown to gather at her hips. He groaned at the sight and spanked her bare cheeks. "Lily, I've been thinking about this ass all night."

Lily pushed her measly knickers down and arched her back out to him. "Then take it." Her voice was guttural.

She heard his belt come undone as he whispered several familiar spells and one new one. Then she felt his lubed up cock sheath itself into her cunt. "Fuckkkk," she moaned as she finally felt that delicious pressure she'd been fiending for all damn day fill her up completely.

He panted in her ear as he pounded into her, hitting a marvelous new spot inside of her that they hadn't yet discovered. Lily's hands clutched at the wall the side of her face was pressed into, looking for something to hold onto.

James teased her earlobe between his teeth. "This okay?"

The words barely registered as he snaked his fingers around to her clit and rubbed as he kept jerking his hips mercilessly into hers, breaking her with intense novel sensations. "Y-yes," she breathed. He hit the spot again and her body trembled.

"Fuck Lily, I'm so deep," he whispered, his hand still holding on to her hip for dear life. He slowed his rhythm and pushed in a little further, seeing just how much of him her body could take. The tightness around him was sinfully heaven like.

Lily whimpered, losing her goddamn mind as he enticingly stretched her. She rolled her hips back and he hissed at the different angle. "Please don't stop," she begged.

He obliged her request, pulling out and slamming himself back into her. James wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last. It was a lot: taking her naughtily in a closet like he was a teenager again, seeing her ass bounce every time his body collided with it, watching Lily's lips part with curse words as she moaned, pressed up against the wall in this red dress, with that fucking lingerie underneath… "I'm sorry Lily, I'm about to come," he muttered into her hair.

Lily looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with trouble. "Come for me, James."

And that was all it took. She felt him twitch inside of her as his hand cupped her chin sideways so he could capture the corner of her mouth in a strained, breathless kiss as he came. "Fuck, you feel good." He rested his forehead against her cheek as he tried to catch his breath, unwilling to untangle himself from her yet. He didn't think he would ever be able to comprehend how this woman, his Lily, could make him feel like this. She took over his body, his soul, his every waking minute. He would gladly devote his every remaining breath to making sure she was happy and knew she was loved. He smiled goofily, Damn the post sex haze is strong tonight.

Suddenly, the door opened and all hell broke loose as two women screeched (Lily and Gertrude), and as fast as it had been opened, the door was slammed back shut.

James pulled out with wide eyes, waving his wand to clean up the mess so Lily could pull up her thong and lower her skirt. "Did that really just happen?"

Both embarrassment and a sex glow colored her face. "Yes!" she cried out. "We need to leave. Now."

James pulled on his jacket. "Well, the good news is," he wasn't sure if she'd be ready for a joke quite yet, but he figured he'd risk it to help her take the edge off, "you're a supposed sex addict. So, this tracks."

Lily stared at him for five seconds, perfectly still, and he was starting to get worried she was about to murder him in this (wonderful, truly noteworthy) closet. Then she burst out laughing. "I hate you," she managed to chuckle.

He took her hand and kissed her nose. "I love you more."

He pushed open the door and they snuck out toward an exit with their heads down as if worried McGonagall would round a corner at any second to yell at them for sneaking out past curfew. "Now let's get you to bed so I can eat you out in that lingerie."

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