Chapter 4 "Attached to You" by marauderyears

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Lily's POV

"Just go in Evans."

"I can't do it."

"It's really not that bad."

"Are you joking? This is the worst thing to ever happen to me since I met you."

"I'm feeling the love, Evans." James said dryly.

I looked back at the door to the loo. I was trying to decide whether I should go in the girl's or boy's loo. If I went into the girl's loo, James might say or do something perverted and if I went into the boy's loo...well I need not say.

"Just go into the boy's loo, no one will be in there."

I sighed. "Alright Potter, but if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE about this-"

"Evans. I am not going to tell ANYONE about this. It's our little secret, I promise."

I wrinkled my nose at the fact that we both shared a secret, but didn't say anything as I took a deep breath and walked into the boy's loo.

I glanced around the room. It was similar to the girl's loo, but it had blue flooring and ceiling. It had fewer cubicles than the girl's loo.

Potter laughed as I shuddered at the...boy kind of toilets, if you know what I mean.

"There so...out in the open..."

He laughed again. "Well people don't watch you pee."

"I know, but that's still really gross."

He shrugged. I picked the farthest cubicle from the door. I started to jump from leg to leg; I had to go so bad. He sighed and shoved me into the stall. Unfortunately for me when he shoved me in, he also was dragged into it.

I glared at him. "There's no way possible that I'm going to pee with you standing there, watching me."

He rolled his eyes and turned around. "Is this better?"

"No. You might look."

"I can't go any farther!"

"Yes you can!"

He walked out of the stall, grabbing the door to the stall and pulling it closed as far as it could without slamming his arm in it. It was quite an awkward position. I was leaning as far forward as I could so that I didn't accidentally pull James in the stall.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. Let's just say I was glad I only had to pee.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" He said after I was done and washing my hands. Along with his right hand that was connected to my left one.

"It was awful. You could hear me tinkling."

His mouth twitched. "No I couldn't."

"You were right there; of course you could hear me tinkling."

His face broke out into a smile. "It was quite funny."

"Shut up."

"Come on it wasn't that bad, was it?"

I sighed. "Not that bad, I guess."

He grinned. "Good, because I have to pee now."

My jaw dropped. "No! There is no way I'm standing next to you while you use one of those little fountain thingies! NO!"

Potter's smile got wider. "I don't care if you watch me."

"Yes, but I do! I'd rather not have to gouge my eyes out!"

He laughed as he dragged me over to one of the men's fountain thingies.

"No!" Too late he was unzipping his pants. I heard him laugh as I blushed and turned around.

I think he took longer than normal just for me.

"Are you done yet?"

"Does it look like I'm done?"

"Well I'm not looking now am I?"

"Fine, yes I'm done."

"Good now let's go wash your hands."

We walked silently down the hall together. Potter stopped me all of the sudden.

I opened my mouth to say 'what', but he clamped my mouth shut with his hand. What in the world?

I licked his hand, but unlike most people, he didn't move his hand, he just grinned and winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

He mouthed that he heard something. I listened for a minute and heard footsteps, too. He dragged me into the nearest door, which happened to be an empty broom closet. Considering the smallness of the room and the amount of objects in it, we had to scrunch together.

I could only imagine the thoughts running through Potter's head. We listened as the footsteps seemed to be getting closer and stopped around the area we were. The person seemed to be searching the area. I assumed that the person was the Caretaker.

After a few minutes of searching when we thought that he was gone, the door to our closet suddenly opened. Light streamed in and we could see the Caretaker, Mr. Filch grinning.

"Aren't we in trouble?"

I blushed as Potter suddenly spoke. "We were going to the bathroom."

Filch raised an eyebrow. "In the broom closet? And together?"

Potter shrugged. "We wanted to try something new."

Filch looked like he was about to grab both our ears and drag us down the hall when I spoke, to my own surprise.

"We were patrolling, as Head students it's our duty to patrol at night and look for misbehaving students."

I saw Potter look like Christmas had come early. Filch was quite the opposite. He turned to Potter.

"Is this true?"

Potter grinned and nodded. "Oh yes. I'm Headboy. She's Headgirl."

Filch glared at the both us of. "Well, it's a little late to still be patrolling. I suggest you scurry up to your dormitories, you wouldn't want people to think that you were up to something..."

Potter and I power walked all the way up to our Head Quarter's. When we were safely inside, he turned to me.

"That was brilliant. I forgot a minute that I was Headboy."

I rolled my eyes. "I had too. Unfortunately I remember, though."

He grinned. His smile got wider and I wondered what he was thinking. Scratch that. I probably don't want to know.

"How are we going to sleep?"

I smacked my forehead, wondering that too. "I could sleep on the couch that's over by our fireplace and you could sleep on the floor next to it!"

He shook his head. "There's no way that I'm going to sleep on the floor."

"I don't want you sleeping in my bed."

"Than you can sleep in my bed."

"No!"

"I'm not a pervert, I'm not going to do anything, I promise."

"I don't trust you."

"Than what do you propose we do?"

I thought about it for a minute. "Fine, we can sleep in the same bed only if you promise you will sleep as far away from me as the cuffs will allow."

He rolled his eyes and nodded. "My bed or yours?"

"Oh my gosh it sounds like we're going to shag."

"Well, we could do that too, if you'd like."

"In your dreams."

"Oh, in there, too."

I ignored him, trying not to think about the fact that he dreamt about me.

"My bed." I said. I don't even want to imagine how dirty his room was.

He followed me up to my room and I blushed as his eyes landed on one of my bras and panties that were carelessly strung about my room. I grabbed them and shoved them in my trunk.

I awkwardly rolled on to the bed as he did the same. I pulled as far away from him as I could. My hand was stretched out across the bed, as was his, but I didn't care.

"Aren't you going to change into your pajamas?" He asked.

"Not in front of you."

"You're going to have to change tomorrow, you know."

"Yes, but I'd rather put that off as far as I can."

"Well I'm going to change into mine." He stood up on the bed, making my arm go up with him. I watched for a second as he awkwardly pulled off his shirt. I blushed as I noticed I was staring at his chest. The shirt he was wearing was hanging on our handcuffs, stuck there.

I almost laughed, but he started to take his pants off and I squeaked as I clamped my eyes shut. He laughed.

"You can watch if you want."

"Not a chance."

He was left in his boxers and crawled back under the covers.

"You said that you were going to change into your pajamas."

He nodded. "I know. These are my pajamas."