Engaging
Stepping into the Water
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.
Lily smiled as she made her way to the bathroom, her towel in hand. She didn't even notice that she hummed as she went.
She walked quietly for fear of waking someone up, she bathed at night, when the bath would be quiet and spacious.
She reached the doors, mumbled a password and slipped into the room, the entrance closing softly behind her.
She looked about. It was as she had expected, empty and welcoming. Laying aside her towel and robes she stepped into the warm bubbling water of the bath and let out a long sigh. She loved the baths at Hogwarts, they were always warm and bubbling. And, of course, steaming.
She looked at the portrait of the mermaid, it had been brought in two years ago, and the girl hardly ever stopped flipping about. Lily had found that she did not like the portrait, it did not do justice to the merfolk. Though some thought them ugly she found them rather beautiful.
She shrugged and began to shampoo her hair, trying to manage the red locks. She couldn't imagine what poor Sara had to go through, her curly red hair reached the back of her knees. It almost seemed that hair like that would get in the way, but not for Sara. And Sara flaunted that, she loved her hair. She had even told Lily that she was trying to grow it once. Lily had laughed, though Sara hadn't seen the humor.
James looked up at Sirius, "Man, I gotta take a bath. Lily and I are having another date tomorrow. I need to get clean."
"Again? Man, you a bath at seven o' clock in the morning. This morning! I think that once can hold you over." Sirius said.
"Would you go to Sara without cleaning up first?" James asked curiously.
After a moment of silence, Sirius walked up the steps to their room came back and threw a towel at James's head, "Go take your stupid shower." He said.
James smiled, "Thought so." Then he turned and left the common room to head to the bath.
He said the password and walked in.
He froze. Someone was in the bath. And they were singing. Someone was singing Soprano. None of the guys he knew could do that.
He stepped in a bit and saw the long straight red hair and stepped back, his heart pounding. It was Lily. What was she doing in the guys' bath? Well, he had come for a bath and he was in the right room. It wasn't his fault she got in there. How did she get in there?
He disrobed, then thought a moment. Lily would not be happy to find herself simply bathing with him. Oh no, that wouldn't be good.
He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, the he spotted her towel.
He picked it up and unfolded it.
Stepping into the water was the scariest thing he had ever done. He moved slowly to her, though he could see nothing but her red mane because of the thick steam.
When he reached her he wrapped the towel around her thin body, covering her from any chance of him seeing her.
Lily almost screamed as she spun and bashed at her attacker. Then she almost screamed, horrified that she had just punched James in the nose.
"Ohmygosh! James, are you all right? I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry. What are you doing here?" She said in one frantic breath.
James smiled, his nose hurt but seeing her freak like that was worth it any day, "The question is, what are you doing in the boys' bath?" he asked.
She blinked up at him, "No I'm not…" she said blankly.
"The mermaid portrait was hung in the guys' bath on Monday, remember?" he said with a smile.
Her eyes widened, "Oops, I am in the guys' bath. Dangit, I said the wrong password." She chided herself.
"How do you even know the password to the guys' bath?" he asked.
"What would you do if I said continuous invitation?" she queried.
"I'd call your bluff," he smirked.
She smiled, "You'd be right. I got it from Sara, she makes it her business to know every password in the castle. Sometimes we come in here when the girls' bath is too crowded." She explained.
He smiled, "Ah, that would explain it."
"Sorry…did you want me to leave?" she asked worriedly.
He gave a gentle smile, "Nah, you're already here, and I'm not shy."
She smiled, "I didn't think you would be."
They stood in silence, her eyes simply smiling up at him, "What?" he asked.
She shrugged, "You're just…perfect."
"Me?" he asked startled, "Nah, I'm far from it."
She shook her head, "No, you're funny, you're sweet, you don't talk about stupid things but you do talk, you respect me, and you're considerate." She said, her eyes continuing to shine.
"I'm not that considerate." He denied.
She smirked, "You came into the boys' bath and found a girl and wrapped her in a towel for decency's sake."
"That's nothing special," he countered.
"Yes it is, most boys would have stood back and watched the show."
"Well I would have done that but the damn steam was too thick," he teased.
They laughed together at what he had said.
"You know what, this isn't what I expected it to be." he said suddenly, his face gentle.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well," he said, leaning back against one side of the bath, "I have a Prefect friend who says he brings girls in for baths all the time. He says it's the best damn thing a guy could do. Personally, it seems like just another date to me. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Lily could hear the slight disappointment in his voice. Well, if he wanted something new, she wouldn't complain.
She glided over to him, a sweet smile on her face. He couldn't help but smile back.
He inhaled deeply, his eyes widening, as her hand slipped beneath his towel to grasp him. Immediately the shaft in her hands came to life, making its demands.
She smiled, "Do I do this to you often?" she asked wickedly.
He took a few breaths before answering, "Every time you smile." He answered hoarsely.
Her other hand followed the first, taking in the feel of him in her palms, hot and heavy. "I smile a lot," she commented.
"You have a damn sexy smile," he agreed.
"Is my smile the only thing you like about me?" she asked, her hands rubbing his tender flesh. She remembered that Sara had made her say her "bath time prayers" and smiled wickedly, thanking Sara quietly.
"You have beautiful eyes," James said, a catch in his voice as her hands worked magic on him.
"Such flattery, James." She commented.
"When someone has a hold of what you do, a man can't do anything but flatter. Or beg." He said, closing his eyes to the feel of her and leaning back into the wall for support.
"Aw, you don't like this position?" she pouted, then smiled, "I shall have to try a new one."
His eyes snapped open as she slowly sank into the water.
He watched helplessly as she tugged at the towel at his waist until it floated away and his body was free for her to explore. Her hands were still upon him, feeling their way from his member to his abdomen, his stomach, out of the water to his chest, then back down to his thighs and back to his member.
He gasped as she came closer to him and took him into her mouth. He could have died as she began to pull him in and out, her tongue twirling around the soft flesh that burned with her touch. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his hands finding her hair under the water. He could die from the pleasure she was giving him as her nails gently scraped his buttocks.
She was killing him, he was drowning in the feel of her mouth, warm and tight around his thick self. God, he had to thank that Prefect.
He groaned as her tongue worked its magic, as she licked him from tip to bottom, her hands massaging his backside.
But just before he reached his peak, she pulled away and surfaced. He wanted to complain but instead just stood there, mesmerized by her movements.
Her hands smoothly came to the towel below her shoulders and she pulled it open, letting it fall with a small "plop" to the water. She stood there for his eyes to devour her.
She had big green eyes, full lips, a small neck, a defined collarbone, plump, round breasts, their peaks pink and tender, a small ribcage that led to a thin waist and a flat abdomen, rounded hips, beautiful legs that surrounded a small mass of red curls below the water.
He couldn't help but stare at her, she was beautiful. He looked over her slowly, memorizing her every curve.
The wait caused her to hesitate, perhaps he was not pleased by what he saw. Perhaps he had not found pleasure in her previous act. Perhaps he didn't even really like her, merely wanted her for the sex, which she was just handing over at a slight note in his voice. Was this foolish of her?
"You're beautiful," he whispered. He caught her arms and lead her over until her back was against the wall of the bath and he stood back to admire her once more. "Wonderful," he murmured as he leaned forward.
He took the peak of one breast in his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue around the hard point.
She leaned her head back in pleasure, her cheeks turning pink, her arms cradling him to her as he made his way to the other firm peak.
His hands roamed her body, taking in every inch of skin that she had, her stomach, her abdomen, her thighs, her legs, her inner thighs.
His tongue began a mission, trailing from her firm breasts down her ribcage to the edge of the water.
His strong arms hoisted her up onto the edge of the bath so that she was seated in front of him and he had clear view of what he wanted to see.
She gasped as his tongue roamed through her curls to the tender point of her femininity. Once again she cradled him to her as he nipped at her inner thigh to spread her legs apart. She obediently widened herself to him.
She cried out as his tongue came into her, running up and down her inner walls. He liked the taste of her, like warm honey and strawberries.
He left her and heaved himself up on top of her to claim her lips with his. He nipped at her lips until she opened them for his tongue to dart in, allowing her to taste herself, her own tongue battled with his, as his hands ran up and down her sides, hers at his back.
One of his hands made its way back to her center and he pressed his palm into her. She wasn't ready for him. He knew this had to be her first time, and therefore she should be prepared. He didn't want to hurt her.
She gasped as a finger entered her, stretching her. His mouth roamed to her neck as a second finger followed the first. Her nails scratched his back as a third found its way into her.
He froze and looked up. The entrance was opening.
Damn, he thought, he couldn't let someone catch them like this, Lily would be horrified.
He pulled his hand from her and wrapped her in the sopped towel and picked her up and hid her in a stall.
By then Lily had realized the danger and had made no noise or objections, though she could see his body objecting firmly.
She simply sat there on the toilet, her feet pulled up and pushed against the door.
She listened to the person who entered.
It was Lucius Malfoy. She thanked God that he hadn't seen her. She would have died if he had.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered, "What on earth are you doing here so late at night?"
"The same could be asked of you, Malfoy." James said.
"I am doing my job, making sure that no students are out of their dorms at this time of night." Malfoy said huffily.
"And I'm taking a bath. Is that all you needed? Or do you come here for kicks?" James asked.
Lily could hear Malfoy growl, then she heard his feet stomping away and the entrance closing. She let out a large sigh, he didn't know she was here.
James came to the stall and pulled the door open, the towel at his waist still peaked a bit, "It's okay, he didn't see you." He assured her.
Lily gave an apologetic smile, "I should be going. Sara will be worried."
James nodded understandingly. He went and retrieved an extra towel for her.
"Won't you be coming too?" she asked.
"Nah, I'll be fine." He said.
"Maybe some other time," she suggested with a shrug. She turned and grabbed her robes and disappeared from the room.
"Damn," James muttered to himself, "I need a cold shower."