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Sweet TortureChapter One: An Accidental Meeting
The young man began tapping his sugar quill anxiously against the blank sheet of parchment. Running an agitated hand through his tousled ebony locks; he glared at Professor Binns, restless to leave the boring class.
The ghost professor slowly ended his lecture and dismissed the class before disappearing into the blackboard. "Finally," the restless teen exclaimed, his hazel eyes flashing in eager anticipation through his wire frame glasses as he threw his supplies haphazardly into his bag.
"What's the big rush, Prongs?" a handsome boy asked, lifting a dark eyebrow sardonically.
"I have a date," the hazel-eyed teen winked before rushing out the door.
"Mate, if that's what you call a date we need to have a serious talk," the man shouted at his friend's rapidly retreating back.
Clear green eyes focused on the Professor's written instructions hovering in front of the class. Flicking her rich, wavy, crimson locks off her stunning features she smiled contentedly upon hearing the Professor's stern dismissal of class. Neatly stacking her Arithmancy books into her bag she waved goodbye to some friends leaving the classroom.
Drawing in a deep breath, Lily Evans squared her shoulders stubbornly and forced her full lips into a thin line. Hoisting her heavy bag up, she stalked out the door, prepared to face the most annoying, bigheaded, jerk Hogwarts had ever seen, James Potter.
All thoughts of being prepared immediately dissipated at the sight of Potter casually lounging against a stone column adjacent to the classroom. Narrowing her blazing emerald eyes at his flirty grin, she ignored the rapid beating of her heart as he pushed his tall, Quidditch-toned body off the column and strolled towards her smaller frame. "Kept me waiting today, Evans," James offhandedly remarked, keeping a good distance from her, he knew all too well how violent she could get during their "dates."
"Contrary to your delusional beliefs Potter, your annoying presence plays no significant role in my life," Lily snapped back, tightening her grip on the strap of her bag.
"So, love, how were classes today?" he sweetly asked, daring to take one step closer to her livid frame.
"Potter," she slowly gritted out, her left eye twitching with every syllable, "call me by that endearment again and I will hex you so that you will never be able to procreate."
"Evans!" James reeled back, pretending to be shocked, yet getting the point, "You shouldn't toss those sort of threats to a bloke, who knows what our future will hold. I'd never want to disappoint you in the bedroom."
Letting out what could only be described as a soft growl that would have made Sirius proud, Lily shoved past James, aware of the small crowd of students who had gathered to watch their exchange.
James hid his imminent panic at her departure and did the one thing he knew best, he made a scene. "LILY EVANS, GO OUT WITH ME AND MAKE ME THE LUCKIEST BLOKE ALIVE!" he shouted so loud his proposal echoed down the corridor, up the grand staircase, and into the Headmaster's office where Albus Dumbledore smiled at the boy's ardent statement.
Lily felt her face burn a crimson hue as bright as her hair as Potter's exuberant proposal washed over her, traveled down the hallway before bouncing back to echo once more into her ringing ears. Spinning around to face her most ardent admirer, she dropped her school bag and stalked towards a cheekily grinning Potter. "You don't give up do you?" Lily shouted back in irritation, "No, Potter, I refuse to go out with you!"
"Give me one reason why not," James countered, eyeing the small space between them and enjoying their close proximity.
"Where should I begin… you're an annoying, egotistical, bullying, showoff who…" Lily exclaimed, causing some students watching the duo to smile in amusement.
"I recall saying one reason, Evans," James dryly responded, "can't Muggleborns count?"
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" she demanded through clenched teeth.
"Take it at face value and don't be so touchy, Evans," he lightly quipped, affectionately tapping her scrunched up nose.
"Touchy?" she hissed.
"You are a bit over-sensitive dear," he murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Over-sensitive," she sputtered, "why you arrogant…"
"But it's adorable," he grinned.
"Spoiled."
"And witty."
"Conceited."
"Although you are a bit moody."
"Bullying."
"Must be the red hair."
They both trailed off, staring at each other before starting all over again. "Brown noser," he began, regarding her over his glasses with something more than amusement.
"Trouble-maker," she shouted.
"Priss," he smirked, taking a step closer so that their robes were nearly touching.
"Idiot," she glared, not noticing the lack of space.
"Bookworm," he taunted.
"Show-off," she growled.
"Studious," James smiled.
"Slacker," she grunted, shaking a finger at him accusingly.
"Intelligent," he murmured.
"Half-wit," she smirked.
"Friendly," James grinned, leaning closer to her smaller frame.
"Boisterous," she quipped, rising on her tiptoes to glare at his eye level.
"Absolutely flawless," he sighed, bringing a warm palm to brush a wild, crimson lock off her face.
"Persistent," Lily trailed off, gazing at his warm eyes with a strange expression, wondering when they had gotten so close.
James eyed her flushed face, bright eyes, and heaving chest with interest before letting out a pent up breath and murmuring, "Bloody hell, Evans, did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you're all riled up?"
And just like that the magical moment was gone. Lily was all too aware of the wide-eyed stares from onlookers and the compromising position she found herself in. Huffing in annoyance, Lily squirmed out of his taut embrace and gave him one last withering glare before retrieving her bag and briskly walking down the hall.
"See you tonight for Head duties, Evans!" James earnestly shouted to her retreating figure, grinning when she visibly tensed.
With a merry whistle, James shouldered his bag and sauntered down the hall with a slight hop in his step.
A short while later, James entered the Gryffindor common room with a silly grin plastered on his face as he comfortably settled into a plush armchair near his mates. A wiry, sandy-haired boy raised his sharp gaze from the text before him, noting James' besotted expression and ventured a guess. "I take it you just saw Lily."
At the mention of her name, James' grin became even wider and he nodded his head to affirm Remus' question.
"How was the date, Prongs?" Sirius drawled in a bored tone, lazily flicking Bertie Bott's beans at a blond, chubby boy before him.
Ignoring his best mate's taunting and Peter's pitiful plight, James leaned back into the comfortable chair and with a confident grin replied, "Best one yet."
A/N: I know, I know... a Harry Potter fic. But I couldn't resist, I love this couple! Enjoy the fic.