Chapter 5 "Attached to You" by marauderyears
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it, J.K Rowling does.
Note: Does anyone think that this story should be changed to be rated R? BTW, I hope no one things it's weird that I described the shower scene. Nothing happens in it, but I just wanted to show the awkwardness between the two.
Sassafras- That's actually a really good question. I would totally love this story to be rated R, but I'm worried that I might lose some people's interests if I raised the notch up a bit. It depends what people think.
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Lily's POV
I opened my eyes, after I realized how horribly hot and sweaty I was. I left the curtain to my window open, letting the sunlight stream over my bed and onto the thick blankets. But that's not the only reason I'm hot...
I noticed an arm wrapped around my waist. I let my eyes trace the arm up to the (half naked) body of...James Potter. I felt my heart skip a beat, than I realized he was in my bed because of the blasted handcuffs...
I cringed at the fact that his right leg was hanging over both my legs. I don't even know what he is dreaming of right now... Ew... I pushed him off of me and stood up as far as the handcuffs would allow. I looked out the window with my back to the bed and bent down, touching my toes with the one hand that I could use, seeing as the other hand was connected to Potter. I could feel the strain of the muscles in my legs-
"That's a nice sight to wake up to in the morning."
I whipped around and glared at the smiling face of Potter. Potter turned on his back and stretched his arms above his head, yawning.
"Potter, because of you, last night I was roasting hot."
Potter grinned. "How is that my fault?"
"Because you were..." I stuttered a bit and turned red as Potter smiled at me to continue, "...holding me. And I ask you to never do that again. It was positively revolting."
Potter shrugged. "Sorry, you're like a magnet." Potter glanced at my disheveled clothes, "You slept in your clothes?"
"I didn't want to change in front of you, thank you very much." I looked at our handcuffs. Well, where they're supposed to be, considering their invisible. I noticed James' shirt hanging from them from the night before.
I stifled a laugh. "Potter, what are we going to do about your shirt? People will wonder why we have a shirt hanging in between our hands."
"I'll just wear it again today!" Potter said cheerfully.
I gave him a disgusted look. "Ew. Not with me having to walk around you. I have an idea, though." I grabbed my wand and said a quick charm, cutting the shirt, freeing it from the handcuffs.
"You ripped my shirt, why'd you have to do that..." Potter stopped as he noticed me magically repair it.
"Wow." He took the shirt from me and looked it over. "You know your charms..."
I blushed. "Well, it's just the basics..."
He glanced at the clock above my dresser, "I don't know about you, but I need a shower."
I groaned loudly. "I don't want to see you..."
"Naked?"
I nodded. He looked pensive for a minute. "How about we wear our bathing suits?"
Wow, Potter used his intellect...Amazing...
"Here, you can change first." He said. I raised my eyebrow at him and he put his hands up defensively. "I won't look, I promise!" He turned around to emphasize his point. I grabbed my suit from the trunk and quickly changed into it.
"Are you done?"
"Uh-huh." I said and he turned around. I could feel his eyes studying me, so I crossed my arms, and glared at him.
He turned around, blushing a bit. "I need to go to my room and grab my suit."
We walked to his room and I waited while he dug through his trunk. I allowed myself to take a quick survey of his room. It wasn't as messy as you'd think it'd be, considering he's James Potter. A few articles of clothing here and there...But it wasn't bad.
I noticed that he had found his suit when he started unzipping his pants. I blushed and turned around, closing my eyes. After I was sure that he had his trunks on, I opened my eyes.
"Ready?"
He nodded and we walked to our bathroom. I stood there awkwardly waiting for Potter to do something. He rolled his eyes, and strode forward to the shower stall.
He turned around. "Bath or shower?"
"Shower."
He turned the shower on. "Hot, cold, warm, or hot-warm, or cold-warm?"
I gave him a weird look. "Hot-warm."
He grinned. "That's the way I like it too."
I growled at him and grabbed him by his neck, pulling him into the very small shower, not big enough for two.
"Aren't we feisty?"
I chose to ignore him as I let the hot water beat on my back. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so I grabbed the bottle of shampoo. Potter watched me as I scrubbed my hair.
"Potter, is there a problem?"
He shook his head. "No...you look err..." He looked nervous of a minute, "You look...nice..."
I frowned. What the heck is wrong with him? I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Snap out of it!"
Potter glared at my snapping hand. "I was just trying to be nice..."
"Yeah, well it's scaring me..."
He grabbed the shampoo from me and angrily squirted some into his hand. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed the bar of soap and soaped myself. Well what else would I do with the soap...??
Potter grabbed the soap after I was done and soaped him self. For some weird reason, I spaced out and watched him. I guess it's just too early in the morning for me.
"Evans, I don't care if you watch me but your being hypocritical."
I ignored him and grabbed my razor and shaving gel. I don't care if Potter's here; I haven't shaved in like a week, and I'm not going to let him stop me.
I tried to ignore Potter, but it's hard to lather up your leg when he's watching you. I grabbed my razor and angrily started shaving my leg. He's making me nervous now.
"You cut yourself."
"Don't you think I can feel it?"
He grinned. "Am I making you nervous?"
I stood up and glared at him. "Not at all." Ohhhh, big lie there...
Potter walked closer to me, so close in fact that I stepped back into the wall. I let out a small gasp as he lifted his hand and traced a finger down my wet arm, from my shoulder down to my elbow, where he let his hand drop back down to his side.
I don't know why I let him do that, but I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the time...or anything for that matter.
Potter leaned his head down so that it rested on my shoulder. He whispered in my ear- making it tingle, "When I'm around you..." His voice got huskier. "...I get so hard..."
My eyes widened and I let my gaze drop to the front of his swimming trunks...I gasped when I realized he was right. Potter pushed his pelvis into mine and I let out a moan that I didn't know I had...I felt a blush creep up onto my face as I felt his...large arousal in my inner thigh. Instantly I felt the room get hotter.
All of the sudden I realized what a weird scene this would be to walk in on. Me, trapped in the corner of a shower stall, holding a razor, while Potter is pushing up against me. I guess this mental image was enough to shake me out of my trance, because I pushed Potter off of me.
"Don't you ever do that again, Potter!" My voice came out shakier than I had hoped.
He looked shocked at the very least. "With that moan I heard from you, you seemed to be enjoying every second of it."
"Well, you caught me off guard Potter!" I turned off the shower and dragged him out of it as I stormed out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. Potter did the same.
Potter sighed. "Look, I'm sorry Evans...I didn't mean to hit on you...I couldn't help it...you're very pretty you know."
I blushed and chose to ignore him, partly because I didn't know what to say. "Whatever...we need to get ready and get to class. Our little shower excursion cost us our breakfast..."
Potter grinned a bit. "Oh come on, Evans, admit that you really liked it when I pushed up against you, admit it..."
I felt myself go very red. Wow, it's hot in here, all of the sudden. "I did not enjoy anything, now hurry up and get dressed so that we can go to class."
Potter smirked. "All I have to do Evans, is pull down my swimming trunks and I assure you that you'll be changing your pretty little mind once you see my-"
I smacked Potter. "Shut up! Why do you have to go back to your old prickiness? Please, just be mature about this. I know it's hard for you to understand, but just try."
He sighed. "I'm sorry Evans. It won't happen again."
"Well, I asked you to be less pricky, not lie. I know as well as you do that you can't be... not pricky for one day."
He frowned. "That's not true; I could be mature for a day!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Yes."
"Prove it. Be mature for one day."
Potter grinned and stuck out his hand. I shook it and he said, "It's a deal than. Starting today I won't be pricky for a whole day."
"All right." I said.
"Wait! We need stakes," He continued on, "If I win this bet...you have to snog with me in the shower for a few minutes."
I rolled my eyes. I know that I'm going to win this bet, so I'm not worrying. "Alright, and if I win...you have to not talk to me for an entire day."
He nodded and we shook on it. I know that I'm going to win because Potter can't be mature for a day...so I'm not worrying.