Summary: What if Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore in 1945? What if, as a result of this, the entire wizarding world was segregated and those who weren't pure of blood were seen as second class citizens? What if a witch and wizard fell in love in a world that would never leave them in peace? Would things have turned out so different? Lily/ James
Rating: R. For swearing and some dark and adult themes.
A/N; This fic is not based on, but has been greatly influenced by the novel "Noughts and Crosses" by Malorie Blackman
Slipping Away
James put his arms around Natalie's tiny waist pulling her closer to him, pressing his hips into her butt as they grinded on the dance floor. Her silky hair was tickling his face. The club was spinning. He was lost in the music. She moved around to dance with him face to face and stumbled slightly, giggling drunkenly. He giggled with her and tried to put his arms around her waist again but missing and lunging at thin air instead.
"I want a drink Jamie baby," she simpered, in an even more sickly sweet voice than usual, probably because of the alcohol.
"Ok!" said James brightly and promptly set off in the opposite direction to the bar.
She giggled again, "No silly it's that way," but before James had time to process what she had said he felt her tongue in his ear.
"I'm thirsty Nat, I want more alcohol," he slurred pulling away from her. He made an overly ickified face, like a small child, at the thought of her tongue in his ear. He was going to tell her no to do I again because it squicked him.
But then he caught sight of a very drunken looking person with messy black hair just to his right. He started to laugh hysterically, and went over to poke at the person because it seemed like a clever thing to do, but when he reached out his finger poked something solid,
"OW!" he said glaring at this weird solid thing that just decided to appear out of nowhere. But after two minutes he clean forgot about it and looked up once more.
"You're drunk!" he said pointing and giggling at the man. To his surprise, the man did the same thing back,
"Huh? Why are you doing that?" he demanded, the and yet again the man copied him. How irritating,
"Oy! Stop...STOP IT!!!" he yelled. The man copied him once more.
"Ok man, like WHATEVER ok? Cos, like I'm going over there now," he gestured drunkenly and was irked when the man continued to imitate him.
"DUDE! Get a life..." he staggered off. How anyone could live with a person that annoying was beyond him.
He located Natalie leaning on the bar, cleavage as visible as was possible without flashing to the world. He gazed at her in intoxicated pensiveness.
She wasn't actually that pretty. Ok, so she had a pleasant, symmetricalish face and blue eyes (blue eyes are so overrated) and good skin (cough foundationcough) but it was nothing out of the ordinary. And she was too thin. And her hair was all cold and colourless and straight and boring. Didn't have a nice warm depth to it.
Like Lily's. Now she was pretty.
"Jaaaamie" he snapped out of his reverie quickly, "What were you thinking about?"
"Erm...you of course," he smiled. Well it was hardly a lie was it?
"Mmmmmmm," she pushed herself up against him stroking the top of his leg. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants.
"Do they have rooms in this place?" she asked pointedly.
He took almost a minute to register what she had said and come up with an answer, "YEAH! Yes, they do. Now I shall go book one, at the thingy..wassit...cloakthingy room," he said, setting off in the opposite direction to the cloakroom desk.
"Professor, please. These boys seriously damaged to one of Hogwarts oldest paintings and caused immense distress to it's occupants I..."
"Miss Evans, Miss Evans," Mcgonagoll's was more soothing than she had expected and she stopped speaking, though continued to breath rapidly.
"I agree with you that these boys should be punished, and make no doubt they will be. But I am going to have to reduce the number of points docked to fifty,"
"Fifty?"
"Yes fifty points in total," Lily's heart dropped. She looked down and examined her feet, no wanting to look at her favourite professor. She felt letdown.
"I'm sorry Lily," Lily looked up startled. That was the first time she'd heard Professor McGonagoll use her first name. Anyone's first name for that matter.
"Taking three hundred points would just cause more problems than it would solve. Which isn't what we need, especially at a time like this," she gave Lily a pointed look, which made her think that she wasn't alone in having read the paper this morning.
"And you must bear in mind that these are ignorant young boys, Miss Evans, not criminals,"
"I know I just...I just think it's wrong,"
"It is," McGonagoll said brusquely , "Well, miss Evans I won't take up anymore of your evening,"
"Ok, thank you for your time Professor,"
"That's quite alright," Lily gathered up her things and turned to leave the
Headmistresses office
"Oh and Lily?" She turned rapidly at the return of this unusual display of familiarity,
The Headmistress gazed piercingly at her for several seconds, before saying,
"You do have what it takes. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise,"
They were kissing roughly, hands roaming everywhere desperately tearing off clothes. They collapsed onto the bed, James bearing down on top of Natalie kissing her with increasing force.
They were drunk, so there was little foreplay.
Then in a flash of flesh, heat and pleasure it was over. And they both fell almost immediately into a drunken sleep, neither looking nor speaking to the other.