Author's Note: Sorry Chapter Two took so long but I wrote Chapter Three
before Chapter Two for some reason -- I think I'll let you all wait until
this weekend until I reveal my Chapter Three to you though . . .
Chapter Two -- For the Love of James
1978
"James! James, get up!"
Sirius Black bolted up the stairs, kicking piles of clothing out of his way as he entered the room. James Potter groaned and struggled to sit up in his bed. Sirius' eyes widened at the sight of his friend.
"Fuck, what happened to you last night?"
"Huh? Oh . . . nothing."
"That doesn't look like 'nothing,' James."
"God, I didn't fall asleep in my glasses!" James sighed, pulling the bent silver frames off of his face and examining them closely. "I can't see a thing without them . . ."
Sirius wasn't paying attention to the glasses so much though. James Potter was only partially covered by the scarlet covers -- And Sirius could plainly see that his friend was completely naked. Teeth marks ran up and down his neck and chest -- The small nips of an insatiable lover. His lips were bruised from feral kisses. Violet-tinged circles drooped under his eyes and his hair was mussed in all directions.
"Well, someone obviously had fun last night," Sirius said, smiling mischievously. "C'mon James. Who was the lucky lady? Whoever she was, she was a bit less than passive and a bit more than aggressive."
"Huh?" James looked clearly bewildered.
"Don't 'huh' me, James Potter," Sirius scolded, sitting down on the bed next to James, trying to ignore the vast expanse of flesh next to him. "You've been officially marked." Sirius teased one of the bite marks and James cringed. "So . . . Who is she, Jamie? Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Um . . ." James blushed brilliantly which made Sirius laugh -- A loud, bawdy laugh (Decisively immature). He rose from the bed, picking up a day robe from the floor and tossing it at James.
"Well, if the name comes to mind, tell me . . . Or better yet, send her my way sometime. Looks like she can do quite a number on a guy." Sirius winked to get his full meaning across. "Now hurry up and get dressed or else we'll be late for Charms and you know how much Flitwick hates it when we're late."
"Coming," James sighed, pressing his face into the pillow and wishing for a few moments more of peaceful slumber.
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James Potter was dozing off . . . and it was only half way through the school day.
His head resting on the Transfiguration textbook, James wearily tried to pay attention to the lesson: Rings . . . Turning into snakes . . . Only at certain times . . . Make sure you remember the long vowels in the incantations . . . James smiled contently thinking of last night and allowed his eyes to drift shut. He was just about to drift off to a better place when a quill grazed his ear. James bolted up and looked behind him, startled.
"Falling asleep, Potter?"
"Yes," James said bitterly, turning around to face the cold eyes and the arrogant sneer. "And I might be able to get my mandatory eight hours in, if you would leave me alone."
"Is he bothering you, James?" Sirius asked, glaring at Severus. Severus and James both seemed mildly shocked that Sirius was taking an active role in their conversational banter. Severus didn't let it phase him for long though -- He continued on with the line of questioning.
"Where were you last night?" Severus smirked, looking James up and down. He smiled tartly. "It looks like you were enjoying some fine . . . recreational activities. May I ask who your partner was?"
James blushed brightly, lowering his eyes demurely.
"Fuck off Severus," Sirius growled. "Why don't you go crawling back into the dungeons where you belong?"
"But this is so much more amusing," Severus declared, leaning forward eagerly. "What could I do in the dungeons anyway?"
"Take a shower?" Sirius suggested.
Severus hissed at the young Gryffindor and recoiled back into his seat. James' eyes narrowed at his adversary and his nose wrinkled slightly in disgust.
"I know," Sirius smiled. "He's absolutely repulsive."
"No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend yet," James whispered to his best friend. "His hair looks like an oil slick or something."
"I know! Could you ever imagine anyone going to bed with him?" Sirius snorted, glancing behind him at the scowling Severus Snape. "He's a . . . God, I can't even find a word to describe that!"
"Deformity?" James offered. He looked back at Severus who was paying attention to the conversation -- very closely. The guise of indifference was practically chiseled onto his face. How many words of abuse had been spat at the boy? How many times had Severus Snape been tripped while walking down the hall? How many times had the words "revile," "hate," "loathe," and "abhor" been used in conjunction with his name?
James quickly turned his eyes back to his work -- Transfigurations. Snakes . . . Turning into rings . . . Yes, at certain times . . . Watch the vowels . . .
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"Lullaby, twilight is spreading Silver wings o'er the sky . . ."
James softly sang to himself, plucking petals from a rose that sat on his bedside table accompanied by a note:
James --
Meet me in the astronomy tower at two o'clock tomorrow morning. Please do not come any earlier as I shall be occupied in other affairs. Thank you for your understanding.
-- Yours
James' eyebrows knitted together at the mention of "other affairs" -- Other affairs as in business matters or other affairs as in sexual liaisons? James felt a quick pang of jealously shoot through him. Could his lover be seeing someone else? That Lucius Malfoy, perhaps. James was always hearing about Lucius -- What Lucius had done, how talented Lucius was, how beautiful Lucius was . . .
"If you like Lucius so much, why are you spending your evenings with me instead of him?" James snapped to the empty room. The young Gryffindor fell back against a slew of overstuffed pillows. Lucius was a hard bit of competition -- All platinum, silver, and ivory that glistened and shimmered. "So," James grimaced. "I'm Chaser for the Quidditch Team. I'm the most popular boy in school. I'm . . . still not as good looking as Lucius Malfoy," James sighed to himself. "Hard bit of competition? Try impossible."
James went back to picking at the petals of the rose -- Staining his fingers light crimson with the juices.
"Fairy elves are softly treading, Folding buds as they pass by . . ."
"If I could just fall in love with someone nice and normal," James thought to himself. It was a bittersweet desire. "Yes, someone nice like that Lilly Evans girl. She seems nice enough. She's pretty too . . . and smart . . . Why can't you fall in love with a girl like that?" James knew the answer before he even asked the question -- "Because you're already in love with someone." James Potter was in love with someone who was harsh, cruel, and, yes, male. That's why he couldn't fall in love with a nice, normal someone like Lilly Evans.
"Lullaby, whisper and sigh, Lullaby, Lullaby . . ."
James put the rose down on the table and hopped up from the bed. It was almost one o'clock and he wasn't even dressed yet for the eventful evening that stretched out before him.
Chapter Two -- For the Love of James
1978
"James! James, get up!"
Sirius Black bolted up the stairs, kicking piles of clothing out of his way as he entered the room. James Potter groaned and struggled to sit up in his bed. Sirius' eyes widened at the sight of his friend.
"Fuck, what happened to you last night?"
"Huh? Oh . . . nothing."
"That doesn't look like 'nothing,' James."
"God, I didn't fall asleep in my glasses!" James sighed, pulling the bent silver frames off of his face and examining them closely. "I can't see a thing without them . . ."
Sirius wasn't paying attention to the glasses so much though. James Potter was only partially covered by the scarlet covers -- And Sirius could plainly see that his friend was completely naked. Teeth marks ran up and down his neck and chest -- The small nips of an insatiable lover. His lips were bruised from feral kisses. Violet-tinged circles drooped under his eyes and his hair was mussed in all directions.
"Well, someone obviously had fun last night," Sirius said, smiling mischievously. "C'mon James. Who was the lucky lady? Whoever she was, she was a bit less than passive and a bit more than aggressive."
"Huh?" James looked clearly bewildered.
"Don't 'huh' me, James Potter," Sirius scolded, sitting down on the bed next to James, trying to ignore the vast expanse of flesh next to him. "You've been officially marked." Sirius teased one of the bite marks and James cringed. "So . . . Who is she, Jamie? Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Um . . ." James blushed brilliantly which made Sirius laugh -- A loud, bawdy laugh (Decisively immature). He rose from the bed, picking up a day robe from the floor and tossing it at James.
"Well, if the name comes to mind, tell me . . . Or better yet, send her my way sometime. Looks like she can do quite a number on a guy." Sirius winked to get his full meaning across. "Now hurry up and get dressed or else we'll be late for Charms and you know how much Flitwick hates it when we're late."
"Coming," James sighed, pressing his face into the pillow and wishing for a few moments more of peaceful slumber.
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James Potter was dozing off . . . and it was only half way through the school day.
His head resting on the Transfiguration textbook, James wearily tried to pay attention to the lesson: Rings . . . Turning into snakes . . . Only at certain times . . . Make sure you remember the long vowels in the incantations . . . James smiled contently thinking of last night and allowed his eyes to drift shut. He was just about to drift off to a better place when a quill grazed his ear. James bolted up and looked behind him, startled.
"Falling asleep, Potter?"
"Yes," James said bitterly, turning around to face the cold eyes and the arrogant sneer. "And I might be able to get my mandatory eight hours in, if you would leave me alone."
"Is he bothering you, James?" Sirius asked, glaring at Severus. Severus and James both seemed mildly shocked that Sirius was taking an active role in their conversational banter. Severus didn't let it phase him for long though -- He continued on with the line of questioning.
"Where were you last night?" Severus smirked, looking James up and down. He smiled tartly. "It looks like you were enjoying some fine . . . recreational activities. May I ask who your partner was?"
James blushed brightly, lowering his eyes demurely.
"Fuck off Severus," Sirius growled. "Why don't you go crawling back into the dungeons where you belong?"
"But this is so much more amusing," Severus declared, leaning forward eagerly. "What could I do in the dungeons anyway?"
"Take a shower?" Sirius suggested.
Severus hissed at the young Gryffindor and recoiled back into his seat. James' eyes narrowed at his adversary and his nose wrinkled slightly in disgust.
"I know," Sirius smiled. "He's absolutely repulsive."
"No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend yet," James whispered to his best friend. "His hair looks like an oil slick or something."
"I know! Could you ever imagine anyone going to bed with him?" Sirius snorted, glancing behind him at the scowling Severus Snape. "He's a . . . God, I can't even find a word to describe that!"
"Deformity?" James offered. He looked back at Severus who was paying attention to the conversation -- very closely. The guise of indifference was practically chiseled onto his face. How many words of abuse had been spat at the boy? How many times had Severus Snape been tripped while walking down the hall? How many times had the words "revile," "hate," "loathe," and "abhor" been used in conjunction with his name?
James quickly turned his eyes back to his work -- Transfigurations. Snakes . . . Turning into rings . . . Yes, at certain times . . . Watch the vowels . . .
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"Lullaby, twilight is spreading Silver wings o'er the sky . . ."
James softly sang to himself, plucking petals from a rose that sat on his bedside table accompanied by a note:
James --
Meet me in the astronomy tower at two o'clock tomorrow morning. Please do not come any earlier as I shall be occupied in other affairs. Thank you for your understanding.
-- Yours
James' eyebrows knitted together at the mention of "other affairs" -- Other affairs as in business matters or other affairs as in sexual liaisons? James felt a quick pang of jealously shoot through him. Could his lover be seeing someone else? That Lucius Malfoy, perhaps. James was always hearing about Lucius -- What Lucius had done, how talented Lucius was, how beautiful Lucius was . . .
"If you like Lucius so much, why are you spending your evenings with me instead of him?" James snapped to the empty room. The young Gryffindor fell back against a slew of overstuffed pillows. Lucius was a hard bit of competition -- All platinum, silver, and ivory that glistened and shimmered. "So," James grimaced. "I'm Chaser for the Quidditch Team. I'm the most popular boy in school. I'm . . . still not as good looking as Lucius Malfoy," James sighed to himself. "Hard bit of competition? Try impossible."
James went back to picking at the petals of the rose -- Staining his fingers light crimson with the juices.
"Fairy elves are softly treading, Folding buds as they pass by . . ."
"If I could just fall in love with someone nice and normal," James thought to himself. It was a bittersweet desire. "Yes, someone nice like that Lilly Evans girl. She seems nice enough. She's pretty too . . . and smart . . . Why can't you fall in love with a girl like that?" James knew the answer before he even asked the question -- "Because you're already in love with someone." James Potter was in love with someone who was harsh, cruel, and, yes, male. That's why he couldn't fall in love with a nice, normal someone like Lilly Evans.
"Lullaby, whisper and sigh, Lullaby, Lullaby . . ."
James put the rose down on the table and hopped up from the bed. It was almost one o'clock and he wasn't even dressed yet for the eventful evening that stretched out before him.