~Disclaimer~ I don't own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize. Credit is J.K. Rowling's. I am merely using her characters and weaving them into a crazy plot of my own.
A/N: Why hello. So nice to meet you =) Not much to say so- on to the story!
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Chapter One- Embarrassment Ensues
Sixteen-year-old James Potter leaned back into the comforting bubbles of the prefect bathtub. Or more like prefect pool. After a long day of pranks and classes, it was just the right relaxation. He sighed; it felt like he was melting...
Abruptly the door to the bathroom was pushed open gently and a fiery-looking redhead peeked around. James watched her mistily, unbothered by the fact that he was naked and bathing; the bubbles covered everything. Not that it mattered anyway. This was Lily Evans and he had deemed her irresistibly sexy long ago. However, being her fellow Gryffindor prefect had not helped his chances at getting anywhere near her object of affection.
James' forehead creased when she spotted him with dark green eyes and smiled, almost a smirk. She never smiled at him. Why should she? She needn't waste her time with not-as-popular James Potter, when she had pretty nice-looking guys simply falling at her feet.
"Need me to get out?" he asked wonderingly, trying not to blush. Him, blush? Oh, the embarrassment...
This time, he was sure she smirked, "No. I was thinking I'd get in."
He stared at her, his eyes becoming wider. She couldn't possibly mean- he clamped his mouth shut heavily. She paid him no mind at all as she began to work at unbuttoning her robes. Wait- unbuttoning her robes! In front of him! "Shameless." he muttered to himself, smiling greedily.
"What was that?" she asked in an attempt to sound innocent, causing James to look up at her and swallow hard. Winking at him, she slipped slowly into the warm water and swam over to him. He could feel her breath on his cheek…
James jerked awake and mumbled something inaudibly. Another stupid dream...always got his hopes up impossibly. As if the beautiful redhead would ever give him the light of day. "Yeah, you wish." he grumbled, heaving himself out of the water and wrapping a towel around his dripping body. He stretched and pulled his clothes on.
At that moment, Lily did walk in. It's a good thing he had just put clothes on. He was sure he hadn't fallen back asleep this time; she stopped a few feet away from him and tapped her foot against the floor, watching him with that intent glance that made him feel tingly...he loved and hated it at the same time.
"Would you mind leaving? I need to take a bath before my date tonight, and I'd much prefer to take it alone." James jumped, falling out of his trance.
"Er- of course. Um, sorry. See you later." he replied quickly, shifting his feet and heading towards the door.
"James?" she called. He blinked slowly and spun around on his heel. She was holding up his spare pair of boxers he had forgotten to grab.
He blushed uncontrollably, walking back over to her and grabbing them from out of her outstretched hand. "T-thanks." he managed to say, a bit higher than usual. He refused to look into her amused face.
James looked back at her once before leaving, and saw her carefully unbuttoning her clothes. He had to force himself to leave.
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James Potter was a fool. Yes, that's right. He thought he himself was a fool. But a damn good one. The messy-haired boy grinned cutely as he entered the sixth year boys' dorm.
Sirius was sitting on his bed… reading. Wait a moment-
"Padfoot? Something wrong?"
The brown-haired boy looked up and answered with a straight face, "Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?"
James confusedly trod over to his best friend's bed and looked over his shoulder. "Witch Weekly?! Not again! You've gone crazy!"
Remus chuckled. "Not this time, though I have my doubts. Look at the title of the article."
James read aloud with a lop-sided smile, "10 Things a Guy Should Do." he sighed. "Pathetic. Just pathetic."
Sirius snapped it shut and gave James a sideways glance. "And I see how efficient your methods are."
James shrugged and replied smartly, dropping onto his bed, "Maybe I like being single."
"Ha, yeah right." His friend snorted. "That's why you look all put out when Lily Evans is making out with some guy in the common room every other evening- and a different guy too." He chuckled, obviously finding himself amusing.
Sandy-haired Remus broke in, "Speaking of Lily Evans, you have a prefect meeting tomorrow morning, don't you Prongs? 'Cause the full moon's tomorrow night, don't forget."
"Yeah." He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Those meetings are torture, I tell you."
Sirius sniggered. "Only because you have to sit by Lily and her leg occasionally rubs up against yours."
"Hey! How would you know-" James clamped his mouth shut, and then quickly blurt out, "Well at least I didn't write that I wanted to be the first black president of the United States when I grew up!"
"What? It's a perfectly good ambition!"
"Padfoot! You aren't black- and you're British!"
Sirius only shrugged, leaning back against his pillow. "You forget, anyways. I changed my mind. That was back in first year, ya know."
James rolled his eyes. "What do you want to be now, then?"
"The first female black president!"
James and Remus could only chuckle as they snapped off the lights. Peter was already out cold.
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James was awoken by a smack in the face, and his dream was so unpleasantly interrupted by his noisy best friend jumping on his bed, swinging his arms about mercilessly. "Blood hell Sirius, get off my damn bed!"
"Temper at its best, I see." Was all Sirius said as he slipped off.
Remus smiled. "You need to get up anyways James. Only five minutes until the prefect meeting."
"Shit!" James yelled, toppling out of his sheets and onto the floor, a bit tangled.
"Oh- now you thank me." Sirius crossed his arms. "We'll discuss this later."
"My socks! Dammit, where's my other sock!"
"Right here." Peter threw it at his chest, and he hurriedly put it on, scrambling into crumpled robes.
"You're so lucky you get to miss Transfiguration for that dumb meeting." Sirius grumbled.
"Whatever." James fled out the door, and near the end of the staircase, ran smack into someone else who was also frantic.
He looked up. Not again, he groaned. Of course it had to be only the hottest girl around. "I'm sorry." James apologized hurriedly.
Lily Evans rubbed her head and grimaced. "'S okay. I shouldn't have been running."
"Me neither." He said, feeling a bit stupid. She began to walk away. "Lily?"
"Yes?" she turned around. Why the hell did his heart rate always speed up when those eyes perused him? He had to be going crazy…then again, even Remus admitted that she was damn fine.
"We could- er- walk to the meeting together."
She smiled and shrugged. "Why not. Hurry up, though. I think we're already late."
Once outside the portrait hole, Lily was hurriedly striding down the hallway, robes flaring up around her. James found it very attractive as he attempted to keep up and by her side. "So- why are you running late?"
"Oh, right." She replied, waving a
hand. "Late night."
He swallowed and his grin faded. Letting out a sigh she seemed not to notice,
he said, in an attempt to make her think he was funny at the very least, "I
caught Sirius reading Witch Weekly last night." His eyes
sparkled, but she didn't laugh.
Lily gave him a funny look and then gave a small, close-lipped smile. "More like Bitch Weekly."
"What?"
"Oh- nothing. I'll explain later."
He suddenly noticed that they were entering the empty classroom that had always been reserved for prefect meetings and clamped his mouth shut. They took the last two seats empty in the back. Hilary Bunglestat, the Head Girl that year, gave them a mild glare.
"Why are you late this time?" she asked as if they were always late.
Lily laid a hand on his knee, trying to silence him. It certainly did. "Well, a first year got stuck in a collapsing step. We stopped to help her." She explained innocently.
Hilary's dark eyes squinted unbelievingly in an unfriendly stare, until she finally replied, "Alright. Just don't again."
Lily grunted softly and removed her hand from James' knee, and grinned to herself when she noticed how tense it made him when she touched any part of his body. She had that effect on guys sometimes, she knew. But she had never known that James was one of them.
The meeting went on, and on, and was rather boring. The red-head was in a rather teasing mood. She smiled surreptitiously and reached one hand up to the back of James neck, and his lower head. She slowly massaged her hands through his untidy black hair, causing him to shiver and his eyes to widen. She grinned deviously.
The duration of the meeting was spent with Lily finding every means she could to tease James, and James feeling helpless and unsettled. When Hilary finally made a closing statement, the pretty red-head leapt out of her seat and sprung towards the door. James, realizing that she had just left, and everyone else was too, jumped out of his chair and hurried after her. He caught up with her and grabbed her arm to slow her down as he panted and slowly began to regain composure. Somewhat.
"Yes James?" she asked in an oh so innocent voice.
He frowned. "What was- what were you- I-"
"Oh, you mean back at the meeting? I thought it was obvious." She crossed her arms over the bag she was carrying. A Charms book was sticking out; they both had Charms as their next class.
He spluttered, "You mean you want-"
She laughed suddenly, cutting him off and puzzling him further. "Sorry James, you're not my type. Maybe if you worked out a bit more and, well I dunno, I'd consider it. But until then," she squeezed his arm enticingly, "you're not sharing my bed." She smiled to herself and hurried away, leaving him standing there, confused and a little disappointed. Embarrassed, too. She knows I've thought about- about sharing her bed? Well of course she does, you idiot, I'm sure every guy in the school has at some point!
He shook his head, walking into the Charms classroom just as the bell rang. He headed over to the two tables where Remus and Peter were sitting together, Sirius behind him. He sat down next to Sirius, who winked at him and whispered, "How was the meeting?" in an amused tone, indicating the smug Lily seated a few desks away.
"Horrible." James groaned. "And I need to find some weights."
"Exercise equipment?" Sirius inquired, bewildered.
"You heard me."
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A/N: Okay, so it's a bit weird and doesn't really deserve an R rating quite yet. But was it any good? Please review!! I'll give you a cookie…or maybe not…
