AN: Just to briefly mention, this story earns its 'R' rating in this chapter, for a brief sexual encounter. Not nearly as in depth as it will get, more like a brief oversight into what kind of life Lily leads. So, I recommend you not read it if it makes you uncomfortable and I can't make that choice for you, so don't blame me for your discomfort, because only you know what your comfort zone is. Consider it fair warning and don't even bother flaming. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story – and if you opt not to read the naughty bits, it won't matter much… the plot will still make sense.

Happy reading,

IceAmethyst

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Lily was happy during dinner. She hadn't been happy about… anything, really, in a long, long time; a new challenge was exactly what she needed – who needed love when all people search for is temporary relief? She supposed she was once a naïve 12-year-old who got simple pleasures from a boy giving her a sheepish peck on the cheek; now she'd be lucky if she were satisfied with a quickie in between classes. No, she was happy now, because if she could nail James Potter she'd be back on top. He was one of those guys who were suckers for big eyes and a blank look. Well, she could play stupid for him, if it meant she'd be back on the ball. Because, she thought with a grimace, her reputation and pride had been damaged greatly when Holy Hopkins refused her. People thought she was losing her touch… well, she'd prove them all wrong!

"You look happy," Andy remarked, mirroring Lily's thoughts.

Lily poured herself another glass of pumpkin juice and gave her friend a serene smile. "I am happy."

"Yeah, yeah, you look like you're gonna get lucky tonight, Evans. Believe me, judging from the looks of him, you're going to need time to wear him down," Andy said. She was able to gauge a guy's emotions from a single look. It was an amazing talent.

"Oh, what, you think I'm just going to throw him against a wall and fuck his brains out?" Lily asked. She considered this thought. "That'd be the easiest thing to do, actually –"

"No, he's one of those guys who'd have it done properly: white candles, mood music, silk sheets, the whole nine yards."

Both scoffed at Andy's comment. Lily got her first sliver of doubt that this would not be as easy as it had seemed.

"Well, you don't know any of that," she said, trying to inject some confidence into her plummeting hopes.

Andy shrugged and pushed back her chair. "Love to talk, Lily babe, but I've got a… date, so to speak, with a Mr. Kenneth Jones… you're on your own!"

"Oh, Jesus, thank you," Lily remarked sarcastically.

"You'll do fine. Sweep him off his feet," Andy said dramatically.

"But what about Sirius? I thought you were hot on his heels!" Lily exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. "And yet here you are, talking about having a forbidden tryst with this… Kenneth Jones!"

Andy rolled her eyes, but smiled. "I've got all the time in the world to… play with Sirius. He'll be begging for me to fuck him before the end of it."

"You sound so assured…" Lily said somewhat wistfully.

"All part of the game," And without another word, Andy exited the Great Hall, hips swiveling in a suggestive manner and more than a few boys staring in her wake.

Lily smiled to herself, shaking her head. If only Andy knew what was right in front of her – any boy at Hogwarts would gladly give their front teeth to have one night with her. She got up and threw her napkin unceremoniously on her dinner plate, scanning the room for her latest interest. She spotted him, talking animatedly with Sirius.

Time to move in for the kill, Lily, she thought and giggled to herself. A thrill shot up her spine – all the fun of the chase, she reminded herself. Standing a bit straighter, squaring her shoulders, she sashayed coolly over to him, but didn't quite approach him the conventional way. In what she hoped was a seductive manner, she slid her arm around his shoulder, making sure she was pressed right up against him.

"Hi James," Lily purred, playing with the jet-black hairs on the back of his neck.

"Oh, hello Lily," James said amicably, though stiffened the second she touched him. She frowned slightly – stiffness usually wasn't the first feeling she was accustomed to, unless of course, it was dealing below the belt.

Sirius, known for his fondness of women, had the nerve to curl his lip in disgust at her.

"What's wrong with you, Black? You look like you got some dung shoved under your nose," Lily said with a sneer.

"Oh, is that what I smell? Hmm," Sirius said coolly.

"Bite me," Lily sniffed.

"Rather not. I'd never get the foul taste out of my mouth," Sirius shot back, just as cool.

"Sirius," James said warningly. He looked at the hand on his shoulder and delicately removed it. "So… Lily. To what do I owe this delightful visit?"

Lily faked a laugh. So far, all was not going according to plan. Shouldn't he be putty in her hands by now? "Can't I talk to fellow Gryffindor's without the third degree?"

"Funny you should come around now – have all the boys deserted you?" Sirius asked maliciously.

"If I were you, Black, I'd keep your comments to yourself. I know all the whores you sleep around with, and one word, so help me, they'd toss you away like yesterday's newspaper," Lily said threateningly. Next time, she'd corner James without his sidekick.

"Do your worst!" Sirius said haughtily.

James didn't quite know what to say. Here, the Hogwarts Whore, as everyone called her, was bickering with his best friend for apparently no reason. And it was even more bewildering that she should approach him in the manner she did. Did she think he was stupid? Christ, he'd had to put Silencing Charms on his bunkmate's beds, because it seems she made the rounds just as well in the boy's dormitories as she did as a prefect. Trying to ignore the sudden stirring in his pants, he recalled just how loud she was, and whether it was an act or not, it was certainly impressive. Was she not aware he had a girlfriend? Worse, did she think him to be her type? He wasn't a perfect angel, but at least he didn't sell himself.

"What on Earth is going on here?" A delicate female's voice drawled, the girl coming up behind James, shoving Lily out of the way; draping her arms around his neck. Lily was about to open her mouth to bitch at the unknown girl for ruining the moment, when she noticed a ring.

Holy shit, that's the biggest rock I've ever seen, Lily thought in amazement. It was a wonder it was able to stay on her finger. Hold up a tick, a ring? Engagement ring! Holy fuck, Evans, you nearly bitched at Potter's precious fiancée!

"I was just… er… conversing with Lily," James fibbed, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Alanna flashed an icy smile in the redhead's direction. "What in the world would Lily Evans have to say to you? Besides 'thanks for last night, it was swell.'"

"My sentiments exactly," Sirius agreed.

"I didn't realize we were having a battle of words, ladies," Lily said just as icily.

"Now, um, Alanna, Sirius… let's not be rude. She is a Gryffindor," James said uneasily.

"You mean Gryffinwhore," Alanna said with an evil smirk.

"I'm really sorry, Lily," James said when he thought he saw tears in Lily's eyes. It must've been a trick of light, because she lifted her astounding emerald eyes to his gaze and they burned with more hatred than he'd ever seen someone harbor for a person.

"No matter," Lily said breezily, "I'll take my leave."

"Bye, Gryffinwhore," Alanna sneered.

Lily waggled a few fingers and to make sure her evening wasn't wasted, boldly gave James a peck on the cheek. His cheek felt baby-smooth, she couldn't help but notice.

"Bye, James." She managed to say it in what she hoped was sultry voice.

"She's not so powerful. Holy Hopkins turned her down, for Christ's sakes. I don't see why people are still crawling to get some from Evans – she's already given everything out!" Lily chose to ignore Alanna's fading voice.

Turning her back, she screwed up her face. Well, if that wasn't the biggest flop ever.

With nowhere else to go for the night until her prefect rounds, she headed towards Gryffindor Tower. She replayed every moment of the scene that had just taken place in her head, wondering what she could've done different. Oh yeah, blasted that damn fool Black and Potter's airhead Sirius-fucking fiancée into the next galaxy.

"Hey Evans," a scratchy voice said. Lily rolled her eyes; she knew that voice.

"Fuck off, Jenkins," Lily said through gritted teeth. What a way to be cornered; she wasn't even near an empty classroom.

"I intended to do exactly that," the boy named Jenkins said.

"Look, I'm not in a great mood for shagging –"

"Are you ever? Jesus Evans, you're so fucking hostile all the damn time," Jenkins said, frustrated.

"What? You want me to confess my undying, mushy love for you?" Lily said with a dry laugh.

"Just a quick fuck, that's all I'm asking for," Jenkins said, grabbing her arm rather forcefully.

"I said no, Jenkins. Now get your ass moving before I hex you from here to kingdom come!" Lily said tearing herself away from him.

"Stupid whore!" Jenkins shouted, lunging for her and succeeding, pulling her down to the floor with him.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!" Lily shrieked as he nearly ripped off her blouse.

"I'm close tonight, Lil," Jenkins said huskily, kissing her neck.

Disgusted, she smelled alcohol strongly on his breath. Jenkins must've been born with a liquor bottle in his mouth.

"Jesus Jenkins, been drinking much?" Lily said, trying to calm him down. I can't fuck this guy on the floor – I mean, not on a public floor.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch," he said, tearing off her blouse anyway. She winced as she felt the material burn her skin.

He ran his hands roughly up her sides, to cup her breasts. She fought back a moan threatening to come out. No matter what the circumstance, any male touch appeased her. She decided to let him have his little way with her – it wasn't rape as long as they both enjoyed it, right? And she needed to let off a bit of steam; this whole James Potter thing was bugging her.

"You're my little whore, aren't you?" He whispered lustily, going back to trail hot kisses down the column of her neck, sucking and biting a bit too. She knew she'd end up with a few love bites by the end of the night. No matter – Muggle foundation solved all of life's little imperfections.

She whimpered a bit and tried to pull his hands away, even as he reached to undo her bra clasp. "We can't do this here."

He paid her no mind as he deftly undid it and slid the black material off her creamy shoulders, leaving her bared to him.

She rolled her eyes at him; he never heeded her words. "Just fuck me and get this over with."

Never one for romantic words during sex either, he hoisted them both up, slamming her against the wall. She groaned at the feeling of his large, warm hands encircling her waist and the cool of the stone wall behind her. He loved her breasts, even if he didn't love anything else about her. They were a perfect fit in his hands, creamy and topped with dusky brown nipples that stood out from the coolness of the wall. He teased one with his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned – against her will, of course. She never let on to the pleasure she felt during sex; it was always about her partner, but Jenkins got to her. She might even admit she liked him a bit more than the others, but only to herself, because you weren't supposed to get attached in a strictly physical relationship. It was some sort of unwritten rule that those who sold themselves lived by.

Lust burning in his eyes, she slid a hand down his lithe form and laid it against his erection. He was quite big as far as standards went, and even she found it hard to take him all in sometimes. But he never asked if he was hurting her, because it wasn't about her, it was about him. She inhaled a quick breath and unzipped his pants and put her hand through the little opening in his cotton briefs, pulling out his manhood enough that it could spring free without being confined to his ever-tightening pants. She loved the effect she had on men – it made her feel powerful. And it was wonderful to feel in control of at least one thing in her life.

He hissed his approval as he helped her hike up her skirt around her hips and push her matching lace panties aside. Without wasting any time, she impaled herself on him, letting him slowly fill her up. She grunted aloud, bracing herself on his shoulders. Gods, he shouldn't be allowed to make me feel this way. The second their hips collided; he picked up the pace, not caring if she caught up with him. Gasping and dazed, she wrapped her slender legs around his narrow waist. She rotated her hips and ground against him, desperately wanting more. They'd done this so many times, he knew exactly what she wanted – it always astounded her that he put some of her needs at the top of his agenda while fucking her. He pinched her clit and she let out a small scream, digging her nails into his shoulder, forcing him on. It was a wonder no one came wandering through the hallways, but then again, luck seemed to always hold out for Lily. He grunted when she benevolently clenched her velvety walls against his throbbing member and he began roughly, almost violently, thrusting into her. She loved the last leg of a good fuck – when her partner would forget all about making an impression and just give her a good few pounds. A few more pushes and she saw stars exploding around her eyes; she groaned, trying to conceal her ecstasy and squeezed him a few more times, making him come violently inside her. He growled; she rotated her hips and squeezed, alternating between the two, wringing every last drop from him. He quickly withdrew from her and zipped up his pants.

She slid slowly down the wall, putting her bra and shirt back on in a flash. Feeling ashamed, she got up and dusted herself off. Her hair was probably a mess and her face would be flushed, but nothing beat a little de-stressing. Lily always felt dirty after a quickie with Jenkins, because he really did make her feel like a whore.

"Thanks love," he said and made to kiss her, but she shoved him away. She never kissed on the lips – that was playing for keeps.

"You're welcome," Lily said, feeling the need to throw up.

He wiped his hand on the back of his hand and turned to go God knows where. He staggered a bit as he walked and Lily couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He'd been an avid drinker probably since he came to Hogwarts; 11 years old and he was an alcoholic. She guessed he'd come from an abusive home, just like most of the people she was associated with. She herself didn't come from an abusive home – just an unloving one. Perhaps that was why she turned out the way she did, she buried the hurt by being in no strings attached relationships. She could run out whenever she wanted to and just prayed she didn't end up like her parents – estranging the people they loved the most.

"Evans!" Andy's cheerful voice called.

"You sly dog you! How'd it go with Kenneth?" Lily asked, referring to the ridiculous grin on her friend's face.

"Great. Jesus, Lily, you'll have to try him out. Amazing hands, even more amazing tongue…" Andy said with a wink.

"Eurgh. The glasses turn me off," Lily said with a grin, "looks like he's got Coke bottles for glasses."

Andy shrugged. She looked at Lily with a raised eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, Lily – you look good and thoroughly fucked."

Lily shrugged. "Not thoroughly – hell, when was the last time either of us was thoroughly fucked? Now it's just 'here Lily, toss your panties off and let's shag in the hallway'."

Andy looked at disgust at the place they were standing and stepped back a few paces. "With who?"

"Jenkins, who else? Drunk off his ass, as usual," Lily said casually.

"Oh, Lily, Jenkins is such a bastard. And he treats you like shit!" Andy said with dismay.

"He's got a dick to boot," Lily said with a devilish smile, "I can't even take him all in."

"Uh, ew?" Andy said with a grimace. "So how'd it go with Potter? Details!"

She had totally forgotten about Potter in her temporary fuck session with Jenkins. "Oh! Ugh. I don't even want to talk about it. Conquest, my ass! He was totally aloof the whole time and then stupid Black –"

"What about him?" Andy demanded, her eyes narrowing.

Lily scoffed. "He's such a bastard. He looks at me and degrades me because of who I am, and he's out fucking girls worse off than I am!"

"Hypocrite," Andy agreed.

"Tell me about it. And then that stupid bitch, Alanna – oh my fucking God, she's got the rock!"

"WHAT?" Andy exclaimed, "So it's true?"

"Hell yes! Biggest diamond I've ever seen – must be at least 6 karats!" Lily exclaimed, giddy all of the sudden.

"Jesus. The bastard is actually going to make an honest woman out of that sleazebag?" Andy asked incredulously.

"Is it possible to make an honest woman out of her?" Lily responded.

"I don't know – did he say anything to you about it?"

"Oh, sure, he told me about how he's going to invite the entire Gryffindor house to the reception in Hawaii and then they're honeymooning in Venice, because he just loves talking to strangers," Lily said sarcastically.

"So I take it the initial approach didn't go too well?" Andy said with a frown.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You can say that again."

"What about Alanna?"

"Oh, she was being her usual rude bitch self. She was acting all high and mighty, like she's above me, or something. Whatever! She's out fucking Sirius Black while her boyfriend is her toiling knight in shining armor," Lily snorted. "Pathetic."

Andy didn't say anything. She was busy trying to conceal her rage towards Alanna – she knew how Sirius would like to be handled, she knew what would make him go crazy, who was this stupid bitch and why was she even bothering with Sirius?

"And to top it all off, he didn't even come running after me properly to say he was sorry for his stupid, malevolent best friend and totally bitchy fiancée with lack of fashion sense!" Lily continued angrily.

"It's ok, Lily, you'll get your chance," Andy reassured her.

Lily set her jaw. Yes, she would get her chance, because she wasn't going to give up without a fight. And she'd kill to see pretty Princess Alanna with a nice black eye.

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"What was that all about?" Alanna asked, after Lily had sauntered out of the Great Hall.

"Nothing. Stupid, really, to think she can get some from James," Sirius said whacking his friend on the back proudly, "he's got the best damn girlfriend in the whole school."

Alanna smiled sweetly at him, and then at James. James, though still dazed about what had just happened, managed to smile back at those beautiful brown eyes gazing at him.

"And I have the best boyfriend, turning down old Gryffinwhore Evans," Alanna cooed with a grimace at the mention of Lily; the name was most unflattering.

"I don't see why everyone's so prejudiced against her – she seemed nice to me," James said honestly.

"James, you poor naïve soul… she wants in your pants," Sirius said bluntly.

"I realized that, thank you. I'm not a complete idiot," James snapped, "but she truly seems… all right."

"Allow me to reiterate –"

"There's no need, I heard you the first time," James said angrily. He dropped Alanna's hand off his shoulder abruptly and left his girlfriend and best friend in the dust.

"James! JAMES, WAIT UP!" Sirius yelled, running after him. Alanna didn't bother and went to go catch up with her other friends who were still eating.

"What? Going to put down the poor girl again?" James accused, his eyes flashing furiously.

"Well, I didn't think you'd get so bent out of shape over this girl – we were just having a bit of a laugh at her," Sirius said, feeling his own temper flaring.

"It's not her fault she turned out the way she did!" James protested. He couldn't believe he was coming to the rescue of someone like Lily Evans.

Sirius snorted. "Like you know anything about the way Lily Evans' mind works."

"I know that she's probably hurting inside, and that's why she brings all that upon herself," James said matter-of-factly.

"Right. You give people like that the benefit of the doubt, and they walk all over you, mark my words," Sirius said warningly.

James scoffed. "Well then, consider them marked."

"I'm serious James, that girl is nothing but trouble," Sirius said in a last desperate attempt. "Her intentions aren't true and… I'd hate to see you hurt."

James regarded Sirius with an icy glare. "I think I know how to take care of myself, thank you."

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Bit of tension between Sirius and James – do you think Sirius knows? Of course he does. Lily's nothing but bad news… or is she? =D Hmm only time will tell! R/R, feedback is most appreciated!