CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Miss Potter, Mr Evans-"

"Hum, I'm Potter," James corrects Professor Yrotsih.

"Miss Evans, Mr Potter," Professor Yrotsih continues with a trace of annoyance in his voice, "You will serve out your detention by cleaning this room, no magic, and all the cauldrons, again without magic. If anything is not clean, you will come back for as long as it takes to get it right. Understood?"

"Yes sir," James and I mutter.

"Yes, good evening," Professor Yrotsih says before slamming the door after himself.

I look around the room. It's an old dusty underground room with no windows and a huge pile of cauldrons stacked in the middle of the floor.

"Well, we'd better get round to it," I pick up a scrubbing brush. 

"I'm sorry," James says, not moving.

"Sorry for what?" I ask, looking up at him.

"For getting you in trouble."

"Well, it is partly my fault. I should've had enough sense to ignore the note," I reply simply.

"But you didn't ignore it," James points out.

"Yes, I've noticed that. By the way, here's the reply," I hand James the note before starting on a cauldron.

He reads it and laughs. "Very funny Evans."

"Evans?" I chuck James a scourer.

"Lily, I mean," James shrugs and attacks his cauldron.

"I doubt that wrestling your cauldron is going to get you anywhere," I mutter.

After four hours, we have finally shined all the cauldrons and the room is almost looking hospitable.

"Done," I breathe, leaning back against the wall.

"Thank god…" James moans, cradling his hands, "How do muggles do this?"

"We manage."

"Right, well, we'd better go." James and I head for the door.

"Shit, it's locked," James says.

"Unlock it then," I roll my eyes.

"That's weird, there's no lock on the inside," James says.

"Don't be stupid," I push in front of him. "Oh," there is no lock. "Whatever, that doesn't matter. Alohomora," I murmur, pointing my wand at where the lock would be if there was one. I try the doorknob again. Still locked…

"Now what do we do? There are no windows to climb out of," James looks at me.

"Well, we'll have to stay here til tomorrow morning when someone comes to get us," I reply matter-of-factly. I'm not exactly happy about sleeping in the same room as James, but it's not like I have I choice.

"Ok."

James goes at leans in a corner, throwing sponges into buckets. I pick a different corner and curl up in a ball.

"Are you thirsty?" James asks after a while of silence - except for the occasional scratching sound when a scourer misses the bucket.

"Yeah, a bit," I admit.

"No prob," James goes to the middle of the room and starts tapping floorboards with his feet.

"James, what are you doing?"

"Got it," James yanks up a loose floorboard. There are about twenty bottles of butterbeer crammed in the small space.

"You've been in this room before?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah," James hands me a bottle.

"Thanks," I go and curl in the corner next to James. We throw sponges and scourers at the buckets again.

"Cold?"

"Kind of," I reply.

James stands up and hands me his cloak. I blush as he wraps it round my shoulders. After about an hour, we've almost finished all the bottles of butterbeer. This is the point where you start getting a bit delirious. James and I are missing most of our throws at the buckets and are giggling hysterically. We're both sitting in our normal clothes without our robes because it's getting so hot.

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Too many," James replies.

"Oh really? How many isat?"

"Dunno, can't remember…"

"You have a bad memor… momory… memory I mean…"

"You're pretty."

"You're pretty too."

"Can I kiss you?"

"If you want," I giggle in reply.

"I want," James pulls me under him and we kiss passionately.

"Hmn, you're a hot kisser," I giggle as I reach up and unbutton his shirt. James' hair is messed up in the cutest way and the sides of his warm brown eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles.

"Better than Martin?" James runs a finger down my spine.

"What Martin? I only know a James," I reply, rolling on top of him, "You're trapped!"

"No I'm not!" James grabs me round the waist.

"No, don't tickle me!" We stop talking for another record-breaking pash.

I wake up to the hushed murmuring of voices. I'm lying somewhere hard under a cloak with a huge headache. Someone is wrapped around me and they're breathing softly on my neck. I open my eyes blearily and turn to see who it is.

"Shit! James!"

"Hmn? What?" James sits up sleepily. I notice he's not wearing a top. I look down at myself. Thank god I'm still wearing most of my clothes, sort of.

Surrounding sounds and voices swim into focus. We're in the detention classroom with a group of about ten Gryffindors whispering around us. I look questioningly at James.

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"Shit! James!" I hear Lily's voice and awake suddenly. My head explodes as I sit up abruptly. We're both lying under the same cloak, half dressed. There are bottles of butterbeer lying around us, as well as a group of people. Lily looks at me, confused. I shake my head. I can't remember a thing about last night – except that it was a damn good night. I'm trying to figure it out but Martin's fist meets my face first. Ow, that did not help the headache.

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AN: sorry, short chapter and long time. I couldn't figure a way to make it longer. I guess I'll just do the usual with replies.

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So, is Lily going to hate James for kissing her? Is Martin angry with Lily? Is James going to fight with Martin again? Are Lily and James going to be able to ever talk to each other again after that night? So many questions - read and review for the answers! Hmn, let's try for 130 reviews? Okkies?

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