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The Ultimate Players' Guidebook to Womanizing

Chapter 2 – Sexy Dispositions

-Lily's POV-

"I mean, I can't believe he had the AUDACITY to even do that!" I ranted. My best friend Jenna was taking it all in with a bored expression on her face. She was staring blankly out the window of the Head Compartment. I didn't know if she was listening or not, but I didn't even really care. I just had to let all my frustration out one way or the other.

"It was so vile-" I continued.

"Lily, I don't see why this is bigger than all the other things he's done," Jenna interrupted, finally looking more alert. "He's always doing this so I don't get how this is such a big deal."

"Jenna! Have you been listening to me?" I cried. God, I felt like ripping my hair out. "That twerp is everything I go against! Someone has to stomp out that ego and I will gladly do so."

"But you know, you're helping him in a way," Jenna pointed out. "You said you wanted nothing to do with him, remember?"

"I'm a nice person. I like to help people. And, yes, even the stupid- pranking-retarded-moronic-idiotic-fart-headed-humorless Marauders!"

"Fart-headed?" Jenna repeated. "Is that even a word or what?"

"That's not the point!" I said, jabbing my index finger in the air in front of Jenna.

"Then what is?"

"I don't know."

Silence.

"So...anyway! I still don't see why you won't go out with such a sexy devil as James Potter himself," Jenna chirped.

"Sexy? James Potter? Psshttt!" I blew a raspberry.

"You know, 'James Potter' and 'sexy' sound much better when used in the same sentence," a male voice drawled behind me. I turned around and, DUH, Potter was standing there, leaning against the doorframe.

"So, 'James Potter is definitely not sexy' sounds way better!" I smirked.

"You wound me!" he cried melodramatically, placing a hand over his heart and another one against his forehead as if he was fainting. Jenna giggled while I rolled my eyes.

"If only I could. But it's against the rules," I said, folding my arms across my chest.

"W-ell, why don't you guys talk and I'll just see you at dinner, Lily?" Jenna suggested. "Toodles!" She bolted out the door before I could say anything. Potter slid the door closed after her.

"Had fun talking about me?" he grinned.

I glared at him in reply. He gulped.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier," Potter said. My jaw fell down in shock. Usually, he does not apologize to anybody at all. I don't think he's even said sorry to his own family!!

"And I thought maybe we could talk during the time we have left till we get to school since Dumbledore did instruct us to discuss stuff during the train and carriage rides," he continued. I cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. He threw his hands in the air. "Hey, I promise I won't try anything."

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Did Black slip something in your candy?"

"I'm absolutely, one hundred percent, fine," he replied, "and not only in my health too." He winked.

"You wish."

"Ah, but if I had one wish, I would wish that you were mine, my dear Evans."

Did he just call me by my surname? No more nicknames? Now I can live with that.

"What a lame pick-up line," I told him, "I've heard better from Muggle boys."

Something glinted in Potter's hazel-colored eyes. I don't know if I imagined it because they were normal the next second.

"Why don't we start discussing like Dumbledore asked?" he said in a stiff monotone.

"Um, sure."

That damn Potter is making me nervous.

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I didn't even notice the train stop when Potter and I were talking. It was more of a get-to-know-each-other chat instead of a planning-dances-and- other-junk chat. I hate to admit it, but James Potter is a fun person to talk to, unlike Jenna.

"Holy-- look outside," Potter ordered, scooting over so I could peer out the window.

"Oh my God, it's really pouring!" I said. "There's no way we're going to get through that!"

"Well we have to get off the train now so we're kind of forced to walk through that," Potter sighed.

"But not that long, right? Just until we get into a carriage and we'll be okay. Hopefully. If we're don't drown."

"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine. So damn optimistic," he muttered sarcastically. "Come on," he said louder this time. "Let's go." We both pulled our hoods over our heads and ran out.

A few minutes later we finally found an empty carriage and sat there, panting from all that running. My robes were absolutely soaked but thank God my sweater blocked Potter from seeing anything. As for him, it was a different story.

He wasn't wearing a gray sweater over his collared white shirt (though it's standard uniform), and his clothes were plastered onto his body. I could see a well-toned chest and a very, very nice six-pack. His long, black, messy hair was dripping but gave him a very sexy disposition. I noticed that he had two black earrings adorned on his left ear lobe. Even sexier. I love guys who look good with earrings.

Oh my God.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Jenna is a very bad influence on me.

I am so going to kill her.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Huh? What? I didn't hear you," I said sheepishly. I could feel the heat rising to my face. I imagined how retarded I looked. Red hair with a red face was definitely not attractive.

"I asked you if you could stop admiring me for a while," he smirked. "You're making me feel like a man whore."

I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time today. "Like you already aren't," I spat.

"Ouch."

I tried wringing water out of my robes but I was still wet as ever.

"Don't."

"Huh? Don't what?" I asked, confused.

"Don't try getting the water out."

"Why not?"

"Well, first of all, it's pointless. Second of all, you look pretty hot yourself when you're wet."

"Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself please."

"Hey, you were checking me out before so now I'm doing the same for you." He smiled.

I was blushing again.

Dammit!

Can't that thing be controlled?!

"You look cute when you blush too," Potter added.

"Great, it's just fantastic that I'm alone with somebody who admires me a little too much," I said sarcastically.

He simply smiled at me.

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"So how was it?" Jenna asked as I approached the Gryffindor table.

"How was what?" I replied, sitting next to her as Professor McGonagall came into the Great Hall with this year's batch of first years trudging behind her.

"The train and carriage rides!" she hissed.

"I tell you one thing, he has got a really nice body."

Jenna's jaw dropped open. She gaped at me.

"Omigod! You fucked him, didn't you?" she asked.

"Ewwww! What the – where the hell did you get that idea?"

"When you said he had a nice body-"

"That's 'cause his clothes were soaked and I could see through them!"

"Ohh..."

Fortunately, the Sorting began and no more talk of James Potter was brought up during the feast.

After dinner, Professor Dumbledore came up to Potter and I specially to show us the Head bedrooms.

Professor Dumbledore was leading us around the corridors until we finally reached this ugly, super-tacky griffin.

"Lightning bug," Professor Dumbledore told the griffin. The griffin moved aside and bowed deeply to us. Professor Dumbledore walked inside the dark entrance the griffin had hid while we followed him.

Lights illuminated the room immediately, revealing a very circular, Gryffindor-styled chamber. There were long gold and scarlet drapes hanging from the walls, probably hiding large glass windows. Two staircases on opposites of the room wound into spirals leading upstairs. There were red couches, a fireplace, and a few desks for doing homework. Two doors were lined up on opposite walls and a big crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

"These staircases will bring you to your rooms," Professor Dumbledore told us. "You two can figure out which bedroom you want, even though they're exactly the same and wouldn't make a difference. These two doors both lead to the bathroom so make sure both are locked before you bathe."

"Why couldn't you have just built one door?" Potter asked.

"I didn't build Hogwarts, the founders did. But if you look inside the bathroom, it is quite large," Professor Dumbledore said. "Well I leave you to pick out your bedrooms. Good night, Miss Evans, Mr. Potter." He made to exit.

"Good night, Professor," Potter and I said at the same time.

"Well, which bedroom do you want?" we both asked each other in unison.

"I'll take the left staircase and you take the right," I suggested.

"But what if I wanted the left one?" he whined.

I glared at him. "Does it really make a difference?"

"Guess not. Anyway, I'm tired. Good night, Lily." He walked up the stairs, leaving me by myself.

"Good night...James," I whispered to myself. A/N: Teehee, Lily said James's name for the first time! =O Did you guys notice I kept putting "Potter" instead of James? Probably, since you are all so smart! =D

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