A/N: Here's chapter two…it's a bit longer than the last chapter (yes, I know, I'm sorry for making the first chapter so short!

Chapter Two

The spiral staircase continued to rise higher and higher up for almost a whole minute. James was becoming very impatient. Finally, a wood door with a griffin for a knocker came into view.

Dumbledore opened the door and motioned for them to come inside. The four students walked in.

"I suppose you'll all need chairs," Dumbledore commented. He waved his wand and four chintz chairs appeared.

The boys (because all of the students were boys) sat down. The chairs were soft and comfortable. James almost felt like he could sleep right here, right now. But he was too excited. He sat on the edge of the seat, his rear end barely touching the chair.

"Now," Dumbledore spoke, "you all are probably wondering why I brought you to my office. No, you aren't in trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. I am happy to announce that you four have been made Quidditch captain of your assigned house."

All four of the boys began to listen more raptly. Dumbledore launched into a speech about requirements of being a captain, when tryouts would be held, and many other things. The speech took longer than the hour that had been set-aside for them. It extended so far, in fact, that James would have only ten minutes of potions if walked slow enough.

Dumbledore excused them and they all walked to their respected classes. James made his way to slowly down to potions. The other students were just finishing up their potions and cleaning up their cauldrons.

"Mr. Potter," said Professor Menz commented icily, "how lovely to find that you joined us. Skipping class, are we? Who were you sleeping with this time? Some slutty Gryffindor seventh year no doubt."

James glared at him, barely able to look at the man. James was used to Professor Menz's usual anti-Gryffindor comments. He stifled back a comment regarding sluts and sat down next to Sirius.

"How was it?" James asked.

"Brilliant!" Sirius said sarcastically. "You missed the best lesson yet."

"Yeah, Prongs, it was a real doozy hanging out brewing another potion with Menz breathing down our necks," Peter said, rolling his eyes.

The bell rang only minutes later. Although he had been down there only for a few minutes, James was glad to be back to the main floor of the castle where the warmth actually existed.

All you sense down there is death and decay, James thought.

Unfortunately, the Marauders now had Divination up in one of the tallest towers of the building. They trudged their feet all the way up, guffawing at a prank they were planning for the Slytherins involving dumping slug-slime all over Snape.

Sir Cadogon, the crazy knight in a picture towards the tower began to yell at them along the way. "COME BACK YOU SCALLYWAGS AND FIGHT!" Soon enough, the ladder came into view. They climbed up and smelled the hot, humid air.

The Marauders had two tables reserved for them, right in the back. James and Sirius took a seat together, while Remus and Peter sat at the other one.

"Velcooomme studens!" Professor LeTureau welcomed them in his usual accent. "Toooday, vee vill be studying zee planets of Mars oont Zhupiter."

The rest of the class time was uneventful except for LeTureau becoming slightly jumpy while explaining why seeing Jupiter in the southern skies meant good luck and a romance was blooming.

"I'd like to see Jupiter in the southern skies then," James commented cockily, "cause then Evans would realize that I'm the one for her." Sirius and Peter laughed. Remus snorted and raised his eyebrows.

As they left class, James walked ahead of the other Marauders and walked with Evans. "So, you know Evans, I heard that tomorrow Jupiter will be in the southern sky. What do you say we go out and get some of that romance blooming? You know you want it."

"James…sweet James…I would be delighted to," Lily smiled.

"Really?" James gasped incredulously.

"No."

"Come on, Evans! Please! Pretty, pretty please!" James was begging now.

Lily looked at him like he was something disgusting on her shoe. "Get a life." With that, she walked away.

"Ouch, that must have hurt, Prongs," Remus laughed.

"Shut up, Moony, or your secret will be the rumor of the year," James snapped. He looked crestfallen at Lily's slender figure walking away. "Oh god, she has one fine ass."

-

That night, after four games of wizard chess (beating the other Marauders once, and losing to Sirius in a second game) and watching some second years play a game of Gobstones, James slowly took off his robes, then stripping down for the night. He delicately took of the maroon and gold tie around his neck and unbuttoned his dress shirt. The skin revealed by this act was taught against his muscles that ripped across his stomach. He took off his pants and was now in only a pair of polka-dotted boxers. He looked in the mirror and flexed slightly. If only Lily could see me now. Damn I look sexy. He dropped himself into his bed and pulled the covers over himself, drawing the curtains to his four-poster. That night, he dreamed.

Walking down a hallway that was lit only by the thin strip of light from under the door. His feet felt warm on the thick carpet. He was almost to the doorknob, wanting to rip it open, though not sure what lay on the other side. He opened the door and felt a surge of pleasure course through his body. Then another as he stepped inside. The dreamed flashed ahead. He was watching a girl in the room comb her hair and sing into a mirror. Her hair was crimson, her eyes like fresh picked cucumbers. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her, catching her scent and gasping. She was so beautiful. Another snap ahead into time. He was on her bed, kissing her frantically, touching her stomach and moving farther northward. He was on her breast now, massaging it, moaning as a whole other rush of adrenaline-like pleasure surged through him. She stopped kissing just as he was removing her shirt and unsnapping her bra. The cup was falling from her breast, in only a second he would see her flesh…

Suddenly he awoke. He pillow was drenched with saliva, he was sucking on his finger and it was wrinkled as if it had been inside of a pool for a long time. He noticed other disgusting things about the side effects of his dream and shivered. I can't believe I've done this!

He ran to the men's bathroom inside of the common room and cleaned himself up. Then he removed his pillow sheet and put it inside the hamper for the house-elves to come and clean up. He put a new pillow sheet on his pillow and lay his head down. Sleep came instantly.

-

James continued to have these sorts of dreams throughout the week. Without anything like Quidditch (the season had yet to start) to take his mind off of such foolish things, he had to go to bed, knowing that he would experience a wonderful pleasuring in his dreams, only to wake up and feel guilty that such a thing was happening. Sirius noted the sleeping problem James had and confronted him.

"Yo, Prongs!" Padfoot yelled at him one day in the common room. "Come over here!"

James walked over, wondering what his friend wanted. Are we executing our prank earlier than expected?

"Prongs…I wanna know what the hell is up with you. For the last week, you've been looking like shit. And I mean it. You got to bed late, then you seem really uncomfortable to fall asleep. You keep fidgeting and keeping me up. Then you start moaning 'orgasmically' in your sleep and then you look like you got no sleep the next day. You aren't even showing off to Evans anymore. What the hell is wrong?"

James decided that he wouldn't lie to Sirius. He told about the dreams and how he would wake up and always have to clean up, then feeling guilty for dreaming like he did.

"Come on now, pal…you damn well better know that nobody can really control what they do in their dreams. Sure, they do a little bit, but it's really not up to you that your mind keeps playing a porn-worthy movie in your brain."

"Thanks, Padfoot, but I'm still not so sure. The dream is never the same. It's always similar. The thing is, my mind is set on one thing – sleeping with her. So I just walk up there, on my own free will and I will touch her and feel her up and we'll get really close to getting nasty and she'll either back away or I'll wake up. And I know that I'm going to wake up. I'll be sucking on her tongue and then my mind will think, 'Damn, I'm going to wake up in a second.'" James said quietly.

Sirius grinned. "You have one wicked mind." He laughed and then leaned in closer to James. "Have you seen her…you know…" He nodded his head downward.

"Hell no! The closest I got to that was seeing her thong!" James snorted.

"What about her boobs?"

James was remained quiet.

"James…"

"No, Padfoot!"

"You're lying."

"Damn it, I won't even lie! I've seen her cleavage and it was frickin' awesome. God she is hot." James exclaimed, all the time whispering. He began to go into a dreamlike state, talking about how great Lily was.

"Prongs, you know, you're overly obsessed. And you know what, you're wasting your time."

"I'm not so sure, Padfoot."

"What do you mean?"

"Well…" James explained, "I think Lily is having the same dreams as me…and she acting on her own will too!"