I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Only Angel, Harry Styles

Lily woke up with a pennant for vengeance.

Her dreams were filled with hot touches and delicious images of a certain dark haired boy. The visions were pervaded with soft, feverish moments, like they were both pulling on a tight string tying the two of them together, waiting for one of them to pull too tightly and for the moment to crash them together. Lily woke up startled and on the precipice of what felt like eternal satisfaction.

It fuelled something in her, that she had only seen in glimpses since the summer.

She knew James was an early riser, and she was definitely not the type to wake up so bright eyed and optimistic, so she collected her towel and dressing gown and took her time in the shower. It was 10:30am on a Sunday, James was probably causing mischief with his mates somewhere in the castle. As she scrubbed away her lust-filled sweat from her heated dreams, she let her brain wake up and set a plan. Climbing out of the shower, towel wrapped around her body, she quickly snatched her body cream and walked out of the bathroom. She wouldn't normally be so bold in wearing a towel in shared common areas but today she held no qualms. Yet James was nowhere to be seen and she couldn't help but sigh at the missed opportunity.

She didn't want to go around the castle searching for him, she wanted their flirting competition to happen naturally. So when she sat on her bed in her towel and looked frustratingly at her open door, another idea came to fruition.

She left her door open, while she got changed.

When she was at home during the holidays, she loved to dawdle around her bedroom in her underwear, listening to her record player and organising her clothes. She was a little bit of a neat freak, and loved refreshing her room at the end of every week.

So as she waited for James to come wandering back into their shared dormitory, she slipped on her favourite dark red bra and matching underwear, it was delicately laced and understated and she knew made her breasts look great. It was still a little cold in her room, so she immediately started a fire in her small fireplace. She went about, folding her school uniform and tidying her room, wiggling her hips to her favourite songs that she had charmed to play on the record player she had nicked from the common room.

She heard him enter the common room, alone, (she couldn't hear any boisterous taunts from his mates) when she had coincidentally decided that her toes were too cold. She was perched on the edge of her bed, slipping on some warm cozy socks (not exactly sexy but she was running out of patience and it felt like her toes might become icicles sooner rather than later), when he passed by her open door.

She must admit, her positioning was excellent. She was still sitting on her bed, one leg bent and the other elegantly stretched out as she pulled her sock on and up her leg.

He had walked straight past at first, his head turning slightly at her open door and catching her on her bed. He walked a couple of steps before halting. Lily had to hold in a laugh at his dramatic pause.

He walked backwards, still looking forward. From where she stood, she could see his eyebrow raised in shock, his bottom lip between his teeth. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black tracksuit bottoms, casual and already making Lily hot.

"Uh Evans, your door is open" he said, still staring away from her.

He looked so pained and awkward that this time around she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. This was better than what she imagined.

"Very observant of you Potter" she called back. Grabbing her other sock and pulling it over her foot slowly.

The instant his gaze was on her, she felt tiny little shivers go down her spine.

She looked up to find him staring wide-eyed and gaping at her. Lily decided not to chastise him and instead pulled together all the confidence she could muster and stood up.

He immediately looked away.

She smiled.

"Right, did you want me to close it?" he asked. She noticed his hands were now clenched into fists.

"Nope, all good." she replied, walking around her bed and towards the open door. She leant against the wooden door and watched him. She had never felt such overwhelming power before, she felt electrified and almost hyperactive.

The adrenaline was probably making her cheeks blush an awful red but she didn't care at that moment. She just loved to watch James react to her half-nakedness.

He still wasn't looking at her but he still hadn't moved, instead he stood looking off towards the direction of the bathroom. Lily admired his side profile, the way his jaw clenched, his lips the perfect size, not too big, not too small.

"You do realise you're half naked right?" he managed to ask. His voice was raspy and almost sounded winded.

She laughed lightly, grasping the door with her hand.

"You've seen a girl half naked before right?" she teased.

He closed his eyes briefly before turning to look at her. He kept his eyes on hers and Lily felt her heart flutter.

"Yes, Evans" he said between gritted teeth.

She smiled sweetly.

"Ok, so all good that I keep my door open? It gets too stuffy in her with the fire but it's too cold not to have it lit" she explained innocently.

His eyes searched her face knowingly. He was the master of mischief and could obviously tell that she was doing this on purpose. She was just waiting for him to make his move.

"Lily"

There it was. Her name, coming from his lips, dripping with urgency and threatening her with something she really wanted.

"Mmm?" She mumbled, looking up at him with wide eyes and silently begging him to make a move.

It was as if he could tell she was inviting him to look at her properly, because he searched her eyes one more time, before finding what he was looking for, smirking and then trailing his hazel eyes downwards.

It felt like someone had poured cold water down her back. Just by his eyes, James had managed to make her feel simultaneously nervous and excited. Every nerve ending on her skin sparked as he drank in her body. His gaze followed every curve, stopping at the tops of her breasts before making its way down her stomach and each leg. She had never felt anticipation like this before, it was all-consuming and at one point she felt her body tremble vividly. She had no idea if James felt what she was feeling, if it was in the air or just her.

His eyes drifted back up, his hazel eyes now dark behind his glasses. He locked onto her eyes and smirked briefly. He stepped towards her, making her hand drop from the door.

She wasn't sure who moved again first, but before she knew it they were both chest to chest. Lily staring up at James, both of them glued to each others eyes. It wasn't romantic in any sense, it was intense and Lily could almost feel the need coming from James look.

James tore his eyes away first, letting them drift down her face, lingering on her lips for a few seconds before coming down to her collar bone. He lifted his hand and let his fingers touch her shoulder, tracing a line along the shape. Lily immediately gasped, and then instantly felt embarrassment rise in her gut at such an obvious reaction to his touch.

He smiled mischievously at her noise.

He dipped his head closer, hovering beside her ear.

"Are you playing with me Evans?"

Lily gulped again, hoping this time the noise wasn't so loud and obvious.

"Playing?" she whispered.

"This isn't just a game to me" He titled his head to look at her, both of them meeting each other's eyes.

"What?" was all Lily could say.

"You're not a game to me Evans. As much as I like the teasing and the flirting-" he paused, giving her his classic smirk as she widened her eyes. He moved his hand to her chin and tilted it up to his face.

"You're not a game" he repeated. "I don't want you as a prize. I want you, full stop. I like you, Evans."

His words were so bold and honest, that Lily's heart thumped heavily in her chest. Panic started to rise up her throat and she took deep breaths to stop herself from ruining something that hadn't even started yet. She wasn't used to such blatant admissions, she wasn't used to people telling her what they really felt. She was used to being played with, strung along, betrayed.

As if sensing her panic, James stepped back slightly and moved his palm to her cheek.

"I love playing, you know that Evans and I love this game right here" he motioned to the both of them, emphasising his look at her bare chest, "But I won't continue if this isn't serious to you, if this is just you being bored".

The last word hit her unexpectedly.

Bored.

She wasn't flirting with James because she was bored.

"I'm not doing this because I'm bored" she spat out furiously.

James raised his eyebrows.

"I don't flirt with my friends because I'm bored, Potter. I thought you thought better of me than that"

He flinched slightly as he realised his mistake.

"That's not what I meant." He quickly said.

She noticed the pink blush growing up his neck and watched as the feeling behind his eyes grew sincere.

"I'm not going to lie Potter, I like this game between us but I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't fancy you" She bit down on her lip, her stomach was currently in a carnival of somersaults. Admitting to your crush you fancy them, never got easier.

"You fancy me?"

She laughed at his wide eyes and gaping mouth.

"James, I don't just parade in my underwear in front of everyone. Maybe Marlene and Mary but no one else"

"But me?"

"Yes, you," she added quietly.

"So you like me and I like you?" he asked, his nerves present in the twitching in his hands.

"Looks like it," Lily smirked. "But-" she added, watching James eyes snap on hers.

"But?"

"It's not that easy, Potter"

He screwed up his face in confusion.

"I need some fun. After the last few years, I think I deserve it. I quite like this little flirting thing we were doing." She admitted, this time moving her hand to his shoulder, brushing over his hoodie.

"You still want to play?" he asked bemused.

"Do you?" she asked innocently.

He smirked.

"Ok, you gotta work for it then Evans" he murmured, tipping his head down to hers and saying the words against her lips.

Lily felt her body tense from the sheer closeness of James lips to hers.

But James was truthful to his words. He pulled back, leaving Lily gasping.

"I'll see you around" he said, stepping backwards and walking away, leaving a half-naked blushing Lily at her bedroom door.