Chapter 2: Caught
(also known as "The Chapter the Author Hadn't Planned On Writing")
Lily stretched and stared at her alarm clock. It wasn't even 5:30 and yet she was awake. She was awake and unable to fall back to peaceful slumber. She was alone in her room, everyone else gone for the holidays. She used to go home for the holidays, but once the distances between her and her sister had reached a certain tension, there was no point anymore.
She rolled over. Maybe she could go work out in the common room for a while. Some aerobics and maybe a little kickboxing could make her feel better. She wasn't very good at it (as Tuna face constantly reminded her), but it was fun. It was a great stress reliever and it always made her feel better. She sat up and rummaged through her drawers for something to wear. She found a pair of small gray exercise shorts and a short workout bra-shirt thing. She never wore these when anyone was around; she usually worked out alone, if anyone was nearby she wore large sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't even sure why she had brought them with her to Hogwarts. Then again, she wasn't sure why she brought most of that stuff she'd showed James yesterday. She didn't usually wear most of that stuff, even in the summer. The fishnets had been part of an old Halloween costume of Petunia's before Tuna face had decided she hated Halloween and it was for freaks; Lily wasn't even sure how they had gotten in er trunk in the first place. Probably by accident. Either way, there wasn't enough room in the dormitory to exercise and at this time of morning the common room had to be deserted.
Right?
Right.
She grabbed a towel to wipe her sweat off with and started off down the stairs. She moved furniture and cleared a big open space for her to practice in, her back to the stairs. She sat down and did some warm-up stretches. Then she got her heart rate up with some jumping-jacks, did a little muscle toning with some sit-ups and pushups. After that, it was time to move on to some real work. She started out with a series of jabs, uppercuts, and other various punches. Then she started her kicks. First a snapping front kick, then a back kick, then a roundhouse. Repeat. Then she started to mix it up. Jab right, front kick left, side kick left, cross punch right, jab right, back kick left, cross punch left, and roundhouse. Repeat. She worked through various combinations for about an hour and a half. She took a break to wipe the sweat from her face, but was back to work within minutes. She practiced nearly another hour.
Partway through that last hour, James, woken and unable to sleep, came down the stairs. He stood on the stairs for almost half an hour watching Lily practice, fascinated. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell by the very way she held herself tat she had her full concentration going. Her full concentration was amazing and he admired her right hook (he rubbed his jaw, remembering when she had punched him not more than 3 weeks ago). And he certainly never thought he'd see her wearing short gray shorts like that and a shirt showed so much skin.
While her intense focus made her unaware of him staring at her, she couldn't help but see him when she did a spinning kick that ended with her staring right at him.
For probably two minutes, the only sound heard was Lily's panting as she tried to catch her breath. Her green eyes almost glowed and she asked murderously, "What are you doing here?"
"I just came down for breakfast, I…I…"
"You were just spying on me!" she whispered, striding forward. When she was close enough, she started poking him in the chest with each word, causing him to retreat up the stairs. "You," poke, "were," poke, "spying," poke, "on," poke, "me!" On the final word she shoved him toward the wall of the spiral staircase. She glared at him, her breath hot and sweat still coming off her.
James was terrified by the green-eyed, red-haired monster standing before him. She was barely inches away and if looks could kill, he'd already be long dead. He swallowed nervously and tried to avoid letting his gaze slide from her face. At first he couldn't have removed his eyes from her eyes if he wanted to; he was trapped by her gaze.
"I am waiting for an answer," she said menacingly.
Suddenly, he found that he wasn't nervous at all. This was Evans. He'd told the truth when he said he was coming down for breakfast and she had absolutely no right to accuse him of lying! He relaxed. "I was just coming down for breakfast," he said firmly. This was Evans. Evans was six inches shorter than him and definitely a lot lighter than him (as especially evident in her current state of dress).
"You're sick. You were here to spy on me. You perverted—"
"First of all, I didn't know you were down here. Second of all, I'm hungry and you're blocking the way to my breakfast!" he barked.
She involuntarily backed up a fraction of an inch, but that fraction was enough.
He picked her up around her very bare middle and slung her over his shoulder as easily as if she were a rag-doll.
She was not amused. "Put me down, you ape! Put me down now!" She started banging on his back with her fists and kicking out with her legs.
James tried not to wince even though his back was starting to ache from her fists. He fervently hoped she wouldn't kick him anywhere…sensitive. He wondered if he was lucky she was missing so far or whether she just hadn't thought of it yet. Either way, he carried her down the stairs and back into the common room at a deliberately slow pace to try and prove that she wasn't hurting him.
She'd given up pounding on his back, and was stretching her arms farther. Almost there, she thought grimly.
At the same moment that he pitched her forward and threw her on the couch, she grabbed the waistband of whatever underwear he was wearing (she loathed the thought and wrinkled her nose in disgust as she did). She had intended simply to pull the waistband hard enough to give him a wedgie and make him let go of her, but his throwing her off his shoulder at the precise moment that she gripped, caused it to have extra force. James Potter now had a monster wedgie and was no doubt most uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, Lily couldn't fully enjoy this. She was too busy lying on the couch, trying to catch her breath and keep the room from spinning.
James stayed there for a minute staring at her.
She stared back at him. Then, suddenly aware of her clothing, she grabbed the nearest pillow and covered herself up. She took a deep breath to scream him again, but he walked out at a quick pace, pulling his boxers back into their normal position as soon as he was beyond the portrait.
Lily spent the rest of the day hiding out in the library and only went to eat at the very beginning or very end of the meals. James hid himself away in the room of requirement with Sirius; Sirius found the whole situation highly amusing and was sorry he'd missed it.
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Briana Marie—Thanks. Yeah, that characterization for her is kind of out of the blue, but there isn't anything to suggest otherwise. The truth is, she dresses like me. I don't wear tight clothing; I tend to dress really conservatively. Honestly, my mom and I have matching skirts and hers is about 4 or 5 inches longer than mine. My friends are shocked if they ever see my knees. That's not really swearing, but yeah, I've read some stories where she is just way to wild. Thanks.
feline-go-meow—Thanks. Yeah, this isn't a big thing, just something when I was bored.
PeRkieGuRL—Thanks. This probably won't be long. It'll just get updated as ideas come to me.
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bulgly—Thanks. Originally it was only going to be 1 chapter, but since so many people like it I won't delete it. This second chapter emerged from a plot bunny attack.
Animalluvr75—Thanks. I'll get to the other stories soon. I'm kind of stuck on what to write on some of them. Which are you reading?
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Siriusforeva—Thanks. This was just going to be one thing, but now it'll keep going ntil I run out of ideas.
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Frankie Beeblebrox—Thanks. A peacock! That's a good idea. I think I've got to work it in either this one or Switched or maybe the Marauders' First Week at Hogwarts, I don't care where I put it but at some point she has to call him a peacock! *cackles*
Mrs.shigwa.cobain—Thanks. I fixed the "you're" to "your".
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