AN: I don't think I need to issue another warning, seeing as how it should be obvious now that this is a more mature, adult story. Not your bag? Click the back button. Need to see the warning? Click back to the second chapter.

Also, I've posted Deceiving Hearts on adultfanfiction.net as Nimbus2000 and I've posted it at portkey.org as glitterwhore* in case you want to read it there and find some other mature… readings… heh.

In regards to what rinbelethwen has said to me, I have only this to say: (and to her reviewers who wrote shit about me, Jesus Christ, get a life) well, I'm sorry I have opinions but it is human nature to dislike things, and in your story's case, dislike things very much. You'll have to get used to having people write stinky reviews to you, if you keep writing the shit you do, and it wouldn't hurt to keep an open mind to what people say, even if it is offensive, because maybe it's hinting you should improve.

That's all I'm saying on the subject. Whatever. If people don't like my stuff, they aren't obligated to read it.

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Lily threw down her hairbrush in frustration. She had been sitting there at her vanity stand for nearly an hour, mindlessly brushing her dark red hair until it shone like glass. It baffled her: no guy had ever refused her advances, and most of them had had girlfriends too. It would just take some getting used to, and besides, it pleased her that this would be much more challenging for her: she'd have to work for it, and in the end, the reward would be far more enjoyable than if he had just come to her with his tongue wagging.

Turning her gaze back to the mirror, she shook her head the way a lion tosses its mane. She smirked at her reflection, the same one she'd been looking at since she'd come back from the summer before their fourth year; black eyeliner penciled around her stunning bottle green eyes, smoky gray eyeshadow that glistened like a dull blade, a tasteful, cherry-colored red lipstick, and straight-as-an-arrow burgundy hair that skimmed the tops of her shoulders. The only look of innocence on such a mature face was the light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had few complaints about her body; her breasts were too small and her hips too wide, true, but other than that, she didn't spend much time on looks. It was just a daily ritual to put on that much makeup – without it, she didn't believe she could have the same confidence that came with cosmetics.

Reaching across the bottles of perfume and tubes of other cosmetic bric-a-brac, she grabbed her second cigarette and lit it up, craving the addictive nicotine. She blew a little ring of smoke out and was charmed she could do that. Smoking was a horrible habit, but the Muggle movies made it look so glamorous, and she was a sucker for flashy things; that she had her first smoke the same year she'd come back a transformed girl. After that, it just became natural for her and Andy to skip class for a quick smoke. She was full of weaknesses, she'd come to learn; attractive men, glitter… love. She smashed her cigarette on the bottom of an upturned water glass and snorted at herself. What self-respecting woman wasn't in love with being in love? Well, Lily Evans wasn't any self-respecting woman; look at what she'd chosen to do with her life. But she'd always been on the lookout for something that resembled love and tried to hold onto it. Unfortunately, being in the… market, so to speak, didn't leave much room for loving. She'd always craved it, though; she'd never give up trying to find even the sheer hint of it.

Lily slid a drawer door open and put her brush away, standing up and going over to the window. She looked out at the darkening grounds as twilight worked its magic on the outside world. She loved her view of the grounds; almost every night, at the same time, Gryffindor Quidditch players would be practicing, rain or shine, snow or heat. And sometimes, in the intense heat June often brought, they'd be out there without their shirts on, sweat glistening on their marvelous bodies. She knew better than to think they were all buffed up from Quidditch, because entertaining that notion was quite foolish, as the team couldn't be as trim as they were from flying around in the air. She'd done most of the team, except for James Potter… and Holy Hopkins. Gryffindors really were excellent at what they did; sports, education… sex. Just because she'd never actually spoken to James didn't mean she didn't notice him, in fact, quite the opposite, it was seeing him without a shirt on that really made something inside her begging for more every time. And that was a no-no; that was practically falling in love, and someone of Lily's stature doesn't fall in love. The only thing preventing her from just going sappy was survival: she had to be the best, she had to be the one everyone loved and adored the most, and damned be her if something stupid like love was going to get in her way. Love is just a word people say to make the world seem like a nicer place, she'd reason.

She glanced at the clock -- 8:45. Fifteen minutes and she'd have to start her prefect rounds. It was an amazing feat, to her and to everyone else, that she managed to become a prefect. Lily assumed, deep down, that Dumbledore saw something that even she had not detected inside her. Dumbledore gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, apparently. Grades weren't an issue for her; class work was a breeze, she had a near-perfect photogenic memory so she could memorize facts easily, spells were no trouble, and she didn't say much in class. Perhaps Dumbledore had just chosen her based on academic accomplishments, because there was no way she was winning Student of the Year for her perfectly innocent and charming manners. In fact, she'd been put in detention just last week for a loud row with a Ravenclaw prefect. She hoped that bitch still had scratch marks.

Prefect rounds were always fun -- she'd usually grab some passing male student who happened to be wandering the corridors after curfew and have a bit of fun with him. She'd managed to snag Amos Diggory last time and he was a bit rougher that most boys happened to be; she loved a guy who just got down and dirty. Unfortunately for her, most guys she shagged happened to be a bit hesitant and not as sure-footed as she'd hope. Amos Diggory was one of the rare equals in a purely physical relationship that she could hope for at Hogwarts. James Potter, on the other hand, would be on prefect rounds tonight too, and now she could get him alone. Smiling deviously to herself, Lily waltzed back over to the vanity stand and misted a bit of her most expensive perfume on.

Andy was just walking into the dorm when Lily was leaving.

"Prefect rounds," Andy said knowingly. "James will be there."

"You've done your research," Lily replied.

"Good luck," Andy said shortly, with a smile.

Lily gave her a winning smile and walked out the door, feeling better and better about her chances with James.

The corridors were very drafty, and she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She tugged her mittens and scarf on, which she had grabbed before she left her dorm.

She didn't hear him walk up behind her, but felt his warm arms encircle her waist and pull her to him. She didn't even need to ask who it was; his expensive cologne told her enough.

"Ladies shouldn't be wandering the corridors alone," Amos said in a low voice, his breath tickling her ear.

She smirked, and turned so she was facing the handsome Hufflepuff prefect. "I always need some extra warmth," she purred.

He touched her scarf, purposefully dragging his hand lightly across her breast. She shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.

"You know, you'd look better wrapped up in yellow and black," he commented cheekily, referring to his House colors.

Lily raised one eyebrow casually. "Are you suggesting we abandon our posts, Mr. Diggory?"

"Ahem. I hate to break up this… would-be shagfest, but we've got rounds to do," came the voice of James Potter, "and abandoning your posts isn't allowed."

Amos rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor, although he knew James was right. "Fine. I'll er… talk to you later, Lily."

Two shags in one day would've been heavenly, Lily thought bitterly.

"What're you staring at, Evans?" James barked. Lily jumped a bit at his unusually harsh words.

"Jesus Potter, what's up your ass?" Lily retorted, tossing her hair.

"My foot's going to be up your ass if you don't get moving, Evans," James said rather roughly and brushed past her.

Oh, ickle Potter's talking dirty to me, Lily thought wryly, and was surprised that she was slightly more turned onto him because of it. Was he even capable of knowing what an expression like that meant?

"Since we're… Gryffindors and all, and we have to stick together because of all of that chivalry shit… can I stick with you?" Lily asked, running up to him.

He turned around, all 5'11'' of him blocking Lily's path. They were practically pressed right up against each other – her head barely grazed the top of his shoulders. His jet-black hair always stuck out at odd angles, and it was sort of cute in a little boy sort of way – girls always giggled and sighed as he walked by, talking imaginary fantasies of them running their hands through it. Hell, all she wanted to do was muss it up more, have it be slick and sweaty after she got through with him. Now that was a fantasy worth more than a second's thought. His brown eyes were so soulful and velvety and dark that she could almost see them intensify with passion – they seemed to beckon to her, saying 'come to bed, Lily'. Damn James Potter and his bedroom eyes. Unfortunately, those bedroom eyes weren't saved for her. It didn't mean she wouldn't see that unrestrained lust darken his eyes before very long.

"As long as you don't put up a fuss," James said, faintly annoyed.

"Won't say a peep," Lily said, sweeping her eyes slowly over him, but I wish I could make you scream, Potter.

"And no funny business," he said with an exceptionally serious face.

"Ooh, no, wouldn't want to upset your girlfriend…" Lily said with a devilish smile. Audaciously, she ran her hands up the crotch seam of his pants, her palm flat against his (Jesus. IMPRESSIVE, POTTER) bulge.

He let out a short gasp, and she smirked up at him.

"But… your girlfriend's not here right now," Lily said with an air of false surprise.

"N – no funny shit, Evans. You're a man eater and a wretch," he said a bit shakily. She frowned slightly, her hand still resting against him, feeling him already beginning to stir.

"Now, now, Potter. Just because I happen to have… finer taste in some things, doesn't mean you have to get nasty," she said wickedly.

She didn't think he'd caught the innuendo, but he did and yanked her hand off him. "No funny shit, or I'm going to report you."

"Oh, Jesus, fuck me. I'm going to get reported," Lily said shrilly.

He looked thoroughly annoyed with her, but didn't say anything else. He just walked down the corridor, and she had to run after him because he had such long legs (and a really nice arse, if I do say so myself).

"I'll be good," Lily said, feeling defeated for the second time that day. It wasn't a feeling she wanted to get used to. If she wanted to get this guy, she had to approach him slowly.

He looked at her with doubt, and couldn't figure out what her motives were; nodding vaguely, they walked along the dark, silent corridor in silence.

He's drop-dead gorgeous--you'd think he'd get a bit more action – oh wait, forgot, Sirius is getting the action for him, Lily thought scathingly. She couldn't wait until they canned that bitch's ass.

"Nice day," she said, hopeful this would spark a conversation.

"Pffft," was all he said.

Stumped, she tried again. "You're in my Transfiguration class, right?"

"All the Gryffindors are in the same classes," he remarked dryly.

James Potter made her blush. A blushing whore? Unthinkable!

"Oh, right," Lily said faking a laugh, feeling stupid, "do you think it's hard?"

"It's alright – Transfiguration comes easily to me," James said shrugging.

"Yeah… yeah, me too," Lily said.

She was losing her nerve. It was a first in her life and she was kicking herself over it. What the hell was wrong with her? Where was her cool, calm demeanor? Where was her 'I'm in charge' attitude? He'd taken all of that from her and all it took was one glance at her. Did she actually respect his decision not to mess around with her? No, no she couldn't accept that – she was a woman on a mission, dammit!

Get it together, and fast, Evans! She scolded herself.

"It's a bit cold," she said stupidly. She could've physically beaten herself up at this point.

"It's a bit January," he replied.

"Where do you get off?" Lily asked angrily, tossing aside the 'be nice to him, he's a virgin' mind-set.

He regarded her coolly. "What're you off about?"

"Giving me that attitude! I'm not your lesser, Mr. Potter, and I don't need your bullshit," she seethed.

"I'm not giving you bullshit, Evans," he replied hotly.

"What the hell's your problem with me? I don't fuck girls, if that's what you've got against me," Lily replied nastily.

"I never accused you of fucking girls!" He exclaimed, "and I didn't even accuse you of anything! Jesus fucking Christ Evans, you're so insecure! Get a fucking life!"

She blinked. Did he just talk back to her?

"You know what? You're an asshole, just like your friend Sirius. Talking down to me like I'm some common whore!"

"You're insane, Evans, and we don't 'talk down' to you!" James hollered into the silent night air.

She set her jaw, madder than anything, and kept walking. She didn't wait for him. Screw him, screw that stupid challenge, he was an ass and… dammit, he wouldn't hop into bed with her!

"Look, I'm sorry – the tension's been running high since dinner," he said quietly, catching up to her in about two strides.

"Go fuck your girlfriend or something," she said bitterly.

"Rounds," he said humorlessly.

Hardy har har, you stupid bastard.

"Let's just start over: I'm James Potter," he said with a small smile, holding out his hand to shake. She raised an eyebrow, looking down at his outstretched hand, and it was like a whole new chance.

Thank you to whoever wants me to fuck this guy, she thought smiling to herself.

She read the subliminal message written on his face: 'do you… common whores shake hands or just use their hands for less-formal greetings?' and almost smiled. He was good, and wasn't as naïve as, perhaps, she'd thought.

"Lily Evans: Whore Extraordinaire," she said proudly. And perhaps, Mr. Potter, I'll be able to be of service to you.

He didn't say anything, but they shook hands. He had a strong, but not bone-crunching grip and she couldn't help but imagine his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly as she sat astride his waist, sliding back and forth and almost feeling his pelvis grind against hers. You're a sick bitch, Evans.

"Er… Eva – Lily, you can let go of my hand," he said with a smile.

She dropped her hand quickly, her face practically burning. "Sorry."

Lord, Amos better be in close approximation when I get back.

"So, where are the rounds tonight? Any particular areas?" Lily asked coolly, wondering if they'd pass any… particular prefects.

"Just the main corridors," he said.

"Fan-bloody-tastic," she said, thoroughly put out.

"We might get some action tonight…" James said and Lily's heart leapt. "Peeves supposedly has a secret stash of dungbombs."

Not exactly the kind of action I had in mind, she thought. Figures; Potter would probably get hard over doing some saintly prefect job.

They had approached the moving staircase without either of them realizing it; prefect rounds were so predictable. Portraits who were supposed to be sleeping opened one eye warily as the two attractive prefects walked by, some making snide comments behind their backs.

"So do you like it here?" James asked as they stepped off the staircase and down the hallway where the Great Hall was.

"Do I like it here…" she mused aloud. "Well, I'll tell you the honest truth: yes and no. It's wonderful to be away from my dead-end family, and even more dead-end school career in London, but it's a trial here, a real pain in the ass sometimes."

He nodded, and when she didn't ask the question in return, he answered it anyway. "I've always been fond of Hogwarts – they give you so much…" he glanced at her warily, "freedom to be who you want to be."

She arched an eyebrow at his choice of words, but it was a fair answer. Tricky little bastard, she thought with a hint of amusement.

"And what does James Potter want to be? Other than a saint," she inquired innocently.

"An Auror, Miss Evans, I'm nowhere near sainthood," he said with a chuckle, pushing his black hair out of his face. That funny fluttery feeling in her stomach she got when she looked at him bare-chested suddenly surfaced, briefly, but enough for her to notice it.

"I think you're a perfect candidate to be the next saint," Lily proclaimed.

"Well I don't want to be anyone's damn saint," he replied with a smile.

Nice teeth… shiny, white, and perfectly straight… she noted.

"And I don't want to be anyone's damn saint, either," she said, just for good measure.

He looked at her like she was crazy, but bit his lip and didn't say anything. Because she knew he was dying to say, "Lily, you'll never be a saint, even if you wanted to be."

"But… now, wait, you'd never approach sainthood… you have that little… merry gang of pranksters, don't you?" Lily asked.

"Oh… yes, we prefer to be called the Marauders… it's sort of a ridiculous boy's club thing. Alanna hates it; she always yells at me for it," he said, and if it wasn't dark in that particular corridor, she would've seen James blush a bright red.

Her fingers clenched together at the mention of his twiggy girlfriend. She'd like to snap Alanna's neck in half.

"The Marauders…" she drawled, "sounds dangerous."

"Our idea of danger is sneaking out after lights out," he said with a laugh.

She smirked. He was practically an innocent, but had razor-sharp wit. So… did that mean he wasn't as innocent as she thought? One way to find out, remember?

They reached the end of the corridor and faced the gaping blackness that was the Great Hall. No candles were lit, save tiny torches at both ends of it.

"Thanks a lot for brightening the place up," James muttered to no one in particular and whispered Lumos.

There was something appealing about a great, big, empty, dark place with lots of wall space and a sexy boy standing next to her. I can't put my finger on it, Lily thought with amusement.

Make your move now, her brain told her gleefully. She took a quick glance at him, saw that he was occupied in his thoughts, and jumped at him, pinning him against the wall.

"Let's just be honest here, James, you're a sweet kid," Lily said breathless from their sudden contact, and smiled, "but can you handle this like a real man?"

As if needing further assurance that this was real, she rolled her hips innocently against him. The effect she had on him was instantaneous and he couldn't suppress a small groan; he was only human, anyway.

"You said no funny shit," he said in a dazed way, trying to push her off him. Unfortunately for him, Lily had experience in fucking little boys like him against the wall, and she held fast. The more he moved and tried to wrestle out of her grasp, the more she ground her pelvis against his, trying to make him weaker, and only resulting in enormous amounts of pressure in his nether regions.

"I lied," she said silkily. "You don't think I wouldn't take an opportunity when it presented itself?"

"Bitch," he spat.

She shook her head sadly at him, running her hands up and down his arms and then curling her fingers around his strong shoulders, holding him in place with her hips. She could feel his raging erection on her thigh; didn't take much, did it? She ground her hips against his again, feeling his erection practically jump in want.

"You're a wanton thing, aren't you? What's the matter, Alanna not fulfilling her duties?" She teased, leaning in to kiss his neck.

"Alanna's not like you," he said, although now lust was evident in his voice. She trailed long, slow, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. God, he smelled good. He wasn't really trying to fight her anymore, just an occasional swat at her, which pleased Lily. He had a hard exterior (literally) but not much willpower… this was almost too easy. She sucked a bit harder at the soft juncture between his neck and shoulder, hoping there'd be a little present for Alanna in the morning. She shivered at the thought of marking him up and then handing him back to Alanna.

"And why would I want to be? She's not even taking the chance she's got to fuck you," Lily said casually, working the buttons on his Oxford shirt open. He grabbed her hand away from his shirt angrily and attempted to gather his thoughts.

"Knock it off, Evans, go find Diggory and put him to some use," he snarled, trying to button his shirt back up with trembling hands.

"But I don't want Diggory," she said in that seductive voice of hers and undid the last button, nearly ripping it off, "I want James Potter."

He swallowed hard, and so did she. But for an entirely different reason: Adonis should've been his name. His chest was perfectly honed and tanned and even when he moved his hand to push her off him once again, every muscle rippled with unknown grace. She was practically drooling, and she hadn't even seen him without any clothes on yet. His wand, which had fallen on the floor in the flurry of movements, cast very dim shadows on his skin and gave him an even more golden glow. Lust had even begun to pool inside of her and usually she didn't even get excited during the middle of sex.

She actually had to fight back a moan as she greedily kissed every square inch of his gorgeous chest. It was like electricity when she touched him--every fiber of her felt alive and wanted more of him, and she didn't understand it. He must've felt it too, because now it seemed his objective to get her out of her shirt and skirt in record time. His roughened hands swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and cupped her breasts through the material of her bra. She gasped and threw her head back, her administrations on his chest forgotten. Merlin, that felt good. It wasn't like when Jenkins grabbed her, but when James touched her it felt right and didn't make her feel like a slut.

"Now who's a little wanton thing?" He asked hoarsely, smiling a bit. She smiled breathlessly at him, and knowingly wiggled her hips against him again and he groaned.

"You still are," she replied. She tweaked his brown nipples and he bit his lip, trying not to moan his approval, trying not to let her win.

He had to end this now, he had to push her away – Alanna would never forgive him, and who was he to jeopardy the best relationship he'd ever had? Oh, but God, she was moving down, down past the waistband of his pants to cup him.

Jesus! He thought wildly, against his will bucking against her. He moaned, not knowing what he wanted, but wanting her to do it again.

She smiled up at him, and he nearly came undone right then and there. She really was beautiful – she wore too much makeup, but she was definitely very pretty. Her red hair hung over her shoulders, her green eyes were clouded with need … was this what it would be like to have sex with Lily Evans? Perhaps he didn't want to find out… but then again, maybe he did.

"Stop," he commanded breathlessly.

She put on her best angel face. "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"Yes."

She pouted a bit, and moved her hand away. He relaxed a bit, but his erection was still painfully pressing against his pants.

"That looks like it hurts," she said casually.

He blushed with embarrassment. "Nothing I can't tend to."

"Oh," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "but can't I do it for you? I won't charge you for it – this time."

"You charge – " he was about to say, but all logical thought seemed to vanish from his brain as she quickly unzipped his fly and rubbed her small, warm hand against his quivering member.

"JESUS!" He cried aloud, moving his hips with her motions.

His outburst was quite unexpected, but made Lily grin. He was huge – bigger than Amos, probably. But not as big as Jenkins – dirty girl, Evans, comparing sizes.

"Still ever the wanton little boy," Lily remarked, giving him a squeeze and making him whimper. "What do you want James? For me to continue and give you everything you've ever wanted… or to stop, and let you continue on with your little sham of a relationship with that little bitch Alanna?"

He bit his lip and thought hard, although it was beginning to get a bit hard to concentrate. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding, he could think of nothing but Lily and her hands.

He had to end it, he had to, he had to save his ass, he had to remain faithful to Alanna…

James reached down slowly and yanked her hands off him. She looked up, utter disbelief written all over her face.

"I'm sorry, Lily, what you want is… really something I can't give you. I'm sorry," he said quietly, and quickly zipped up his pants, feeling very humiliated.

But it was Lily who felt more shame and embarrassment than he did – she totally attacked him, and he just brushed her off. What the hell was his problem? No, what was her problem? Was she really losing her touch?

Feeling horrible, she felt tears sting at her eyes in frustration. "It's cool. Whatever."

"Are you OK?" He asked, his heart still hammering.

She sniffled. "Fine. Guess you want to keep that shabby girlfriend."

He didn't say anything. She didn't say anything.

"I'm – I'm suddenly feeling a bit nauseous," Lily fibbed, "do you mind if I skip out on rounds tonight?"

James nodded mutely. He wasn't feeling too great himself; he needed a bit of a lie-down to calm his nerves and try to understand what the fuck just happened.

"Maybe I'll skip out on it too," he said.

She smiled weakly at him.

"Want me to come back upstairs with you?" He offered.

Sweet kid – too bad he's absolutely whipped over Alanna, she thought sourly. "No thanks, I'm… just going to go my own way back."

"Well… OK, it was fun…" he trailed off.

She gave him a little half-hearted wink, and Lily Evans: Gryffinwhore, slinked off into the shadows, nursing a very bruised ego. When she got back to the Common Room, she ran to the bathrooms, jammed a finger down her throat, and managed to throw up the remnants of her dinner.

This is going to be harder than I expected.

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Ew, Lily, how can you make yourself do that? YUCK.

Hmmm… things are getting a bit interesting; tell me if the story's moving too fast or too slow… or whatever! I 3 feedback!