A/N: Hmm. What can I say? The last few chappies just plain...sucked. I am really unhappy with Lady Lasair...I think I portrayed her as a cold, unfeeling bitch...which she's not. Oh well. Anyway, I have some sparks planned for this chappie! I dunno where I got this crazy idea but....! Happy reading! And believe me, there is going to be real action ( if you know what I mean! ) in this story, so hang in there lust crazy hormonally randy teens! And I give you...............

Chapter Sixteen


The Quidditch Stands were a storm of colourful banners and flags, engraved with the flashing motiffs and insignias of each house: Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws supported Gryffindor entirely – no-one wanted to see the Slytherins swaggering around the school if they won the match. Only the Slytherin stands sported emblems of serpents gracing their streamers. All were swathed in green and silver, their trademark sneers never faltering.

James strode proudly onto the pitch, amid a gale of frantic cheering and whistling. A considerable amount of Marauder fans, all girls, stood and began to clap enthusiastically.

'' The girls go wild over Potter, the acclaimed Gryffindor captain, since fourth year, and talented Chaser. '' Sirius' booming voice tore over the pitch.

'' But then, it's nothing new. All girls go mad around any Marauder. With our dashing good looks and incredibly devilish charm – ''

The announcement was then punctuated with a very audible ' BLACK! ' from McGonagall.

'' Woah, Professor, don't think they heard you in China, maybe you should raise your voi – '' Sirius sniggered, before McGonagall wrenched the microphone away from him.

'' Once more, Black, and you've another week's detention,'' she hissed threateningly. There was a pause and then Sirius was heard commentating again.

'' Sorry, Professor, no offence. Anyway, on with the match! Potter followed by the gorgeous Bailey Green, great looks that girl – ''

Bailey tossed Sirius a dazzling smile.

'' Hey, are you hitting on me? Cos I wouldn't mind a good spank from you, baby – ''

'' OUTRAGEOUS BLACK! DETENTION FOR A MONTH! CLEANING THE TROPHIES WITHOUT MAGIC!''

There was a very audible groan and dark muttering on Sirius' part. Bailey was blushing deeply and James was grinning from ear to ear, swooping by the stands so he could smack palms with his best mate.

'' You're hopeless, Padfoot! '' he called, zooming away. Sirius laughed, then, very obviously, winked at Bailey. She began to laugh, flushing beetroot.

'' Sure thing, Black! '' Sirius grinned.

'' If we could PLEASE stop these antics, Potter, there's a match to play,'' ordered McGonagall coldly.

James saluted her, then disembarked from his broom, grasping hands forcefully with the Slytherin Captain, Bellatrix Black. Each seemed to be trying to inflict as much pain as possible on the other, glaring into their faces.

Madame Hooch blew her whistle and they were off. Fourteen forms, seven robed in gold and red, seven in silver and green, kicked off the ground, spinning expertly through the air.

'' And off they go! James Potter, Bailey Green, Adalia Prewett, Barry Munich, Jack Cash, Jessica Finnigan and Michael O Sullivan. A very strong side. Can it be matched by Slytherin? Captain and Seeker Bellatrix Black – ''

Sirius then coughed, muttering what sounded remarkably like ' Psychotic Bitch '.

'' – Evan Rosier, Antonin Dolohov, Tony Canivarro, Kaede Irisnaole, Lexus Laei and Rana Avery. And the game begins! Potter, as usual, in possession of the Quaffle...passes smoothly to Green...nice movement as she passes to Prewett...back to Potter....and....HE SCORES! 10 to 0 for Gryffindor. Potter back in possession...passes to Prewett ...intercepted by a bludger...ouch! ''

Sirius was back commentating. '' Avery in possession...streaking up pitch and...she scores. Yay. '' said Sirius dully, sounding utterly unenthusiastic. '' 10 – 10 ,''

'' Laei with Quaffle... she passes to Irisnaole...and she misses! Blocked by Gryffindor's superb Keeper, O' Sullivan! Eat dirt Irisnaole! ''

'' Black...'' warningly.

'' Yeah, sorry. YES! Potter whizzing up pitch with Quaffle and...incredible swerve there...and...he SCORES! 20 – 10! ''

James smiled briefly at Sirius' excitement, then whirled around, gently tipping his ' Lightning Dart '. It responded instantly to his touch, thundering towards Bailey, who he had tossed the Quaffle to. She lobbed it back, and, curling it under his arm, he tore up the pitch, a bludger hot on his tail. As he hurled the red ball through the hoop, narrowly ducking the flailing arms of the Slytherin Keeper, Canivarro, the bludger smashed into his right arm, before zooming away again.

'' Uh...30 – 10, Gryffindor, with Potter maimed by a bludger...'' James winced in pain, then hurriedly performed the spell Lady Lasair had taught him, for quick cures.
'' Remediae,'' Immediately, a soothing warmth spread through his arm, rejuvenating it. And he was back.

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It was one of the dirtiest matches he had ever played in. Slytherin, incensed at James' skilful mastery of the Quaffle and his superb scores, were now playing dirty, completely disregarding the rules. It was only fair Gryffindor retaliated.

Jessica Finnegan, their Seeker, having spotted the Snitch twice, had two bludgers hurled at her by the Slytherin Beaters, Rosier and Dolohov. One smashed into her arm, the other narrowly missed her head. Cash and Munich had then proceeded to ' accidentally ' attack Bellatrix, who had been laughing uproariously, with their bats. It hadn't ended well.

Finnegan and Bellatrix had to be taken off the pitch to Madame Pompfrey. It had taken fifteen minutes for them to be allowed to return. During that time, as neither team had subs, the match was paused and each team relentlessly attacked each other. James was sporting a bloody nose and a cut eye – and his injuries were mild in comparison to others. Barry Munich and Jack Cash were worst off on the Gryffindor team. They were bruised all over, their heads swollen to enormous porportions from a well- aimed ' Engorgio ' charm, on the part of Evan Rosier. They were finding it terribly hard to stay balanced on their broomsticks, their heads swaying uncontrollably.

When Bellatrix and Finnegan arrived back, things only got worse. As James scored his seventh goal, Bellatrix got angrier and angrier, eventually losing control. As he lapped the pitch, grinning, he was almost thrown off his broom. Bellatrix had crashed ' accidentally ' into him, from behind. James rolled over in the air, hanging onto his broom by one slippery hand.

'' Oh, so sorry, Potter dear. Let me help you regain your balance,'' Bellatrix called loudly, her voice sickeningly sweet. She swooped closer to him, grabbing his broomstick, subtly trying to buck him off.

'' Oh, dear, looks like you might fall, sugar,'' James closed his eyes, concentrating. He had to call on his powers...falling to the ground from over seventy feet was not an experience he wanted to have. Bellatrix shook the broom more forcefully.

'' C'mon, snuccumbs, let go,'' she hissed.

'' Torriditea,'' he whispered, his fingers sliding free from the shaft of his broom as Bellatrix dug her nails into the sensitive skin of his knuckles.

Immediately, he felt the broom heat, the wood flaring hot. Bellatrix yelped in shock – her hand was burned raw red. This gave James the time he needed to clamber back onto his broom.

'' Frigidariui,'' The heat left his broom, returning to its original temperature. Bellatrix was staring at him in confusion. She frowned, then her eyes lit up. He turned, only to see the Snitch fluttering innocently near his ear. Bellatrix lunged froward, her hand outstretched...reaching...before James knocked her hand away, blocking her entry. By the time she swerved around him, the Snitch was gone. He grinned tauntingly at her.

She snarled something incoherent, flouncing past him on her broom, grousing darkly. He just grinned wider, then flew backwards, expertly catching the Quaffle Adalia had passed to him. He rocketed up the pitch, diving to avoid the swing of Dolohov's bat and hurled the Quaffle at Bailey. She made for the hoop, causing Canivarro to fly right to intercept. Bailey then tossed James the Quaffle, blocking Canivarro, and James scored easily.

'' And its Gryffindor leading, 100 to Slytherin's mere 30. Yep,with a lack of any skill whatsoever, Slytherin must revert to filthy tactics to try and win,'' snorted Sirius into the mike. '' Nope, no-one can match Potter for talent...''

McGonagall was ignoring him, concentrating on the game. In the previous ten minutes, Madame Hooch had awarded Gryffindor with three penalties, two of which Bailey had scored. Slytherin had then been awarded two penalties, as Cash and Munich had, yet again, ' accidentally ' attacked Rosier and Dolohov in a celebration of victory. They had only scored one, too irate to focus properly.

'' PENALTY TO SLYTHERIN FOR UNPROVOKED ATTACK ON THEIR KEEPER! '' Madame Hooch bellowed, as Cash and Munich smacked hands in triumph. Canivarro was blinded, as Munich had gotten him with a Conjunctivus Charm in the eyes.

Laei took the penalty and scored – but it didn't matter. Canivarro was now unable to see properly, meaning he could not defend his post. James exploited this. Before Bellatrix could counter the curse, James scored twice more, Canivarro flailing around in despair.

'' Gryffindor – 120, Slytherin – 40,'' James grinned as Bellatrix let out a runnel of mixed swear words and hexes at him. He was hit with a Leg-Lock before he could swerve.

'' PENALTY TO GRYFFINDOR FOR ATTACK ON THEIR CHASER! '' James hovered, motionless, in the air, as Adalia took the shot and scored. Canivarro was distracted, glancing murderously at Barry Munich who had hit a bludger at him. He ducked, then smirked, only to be hit in the shoulder blade by another bludger. Whirling around in pain, he glimpsed Jack Cash zooming away, smiling innocently.

As he passed by James, a mere blur, he lifted the Leg-Lock discreetly. '' Thanks, mate! ''

'' PENALTY TO SLYTHERIN FOR YET ANOTHER ATTACK ON THEIR KEEPER,'' screamed Madame Hooch wearily, her voice hoarse, referring to the bludger assault. Avery took the penalty and scored. O Sullivan, the keeper, was preoccupied, fighting off a swarm of bees Dolohov had charmed to strike at him.

'' Gryffindor – 130, Slytherin – 50,'' '' Fight fire with water, eh mate? '' Barry Munich called to Jack Cash, gesturing at the horde of angrily buzzing bees. Cash spun around and tore up the pitch, hurling a bludger in Canivarro's general direction. As Canivarro eyed the bludger warily, Cash quickly performed an enchantment under his breath.

Suddenly, a grey storm cloud emerged out of nowhere, flying directly above Canivarro's head. He failed to notice anything suspicious – until the cloud released a torrent of lashing rain down upon him. The rain was so strong, it blocked his vision, rendering him momentarily blind. James seized the Quaffle and scored three times, before Bellatrix slammed into him from behind, causing him to lose his grip.

Irisnaole grabbed the Quaffle and whizzed up to the Gryffindor goal post, launching the red ball through the hoop twice, completely ignoring the anguished yells of O Sullivan, who was still struggling against the mob of bees.

'' Gryffindor – 160, Slytherin – 70,'' breathed Sirius. All eyes were focused on the scandalous match, most unable to speak.

'' ENOUGH! '' howled Madame Hooch, kicking into the air on her broomstick, furiously blowing her whistle. The Gryffindor team, all except their Keeper, flew together in a tight huddle, conferring tactics. The Slytherin team, also minus their Keeper, did the same.

Madame Hooch deftly relieved a very red, stung all over, O Sullivan from his bees, who she transfigured into a pouch, which she tucked into her pocket. She then vanished the rain cloud, drying the soaked Keeper with a spell. O Sullivan was then healed with another spell, before Madame Hooch, feral with anger, called James and Bellatrix over.

'' Any more dirty schemes or manoeuvres...anything at all, a single rule broken...and the two of you are banned from Quidditch for six months. I will also ban any player who does the same. Be warned,'' she spat, before disembarking from her broom and striding away.

And the game was back on. Without any cheating, the game didn't last much longer, James too tense to play, Bellatrix jealous and spitting fire. Eventually, the Snitch was spotted.

'' This game is HOT! Gryffindor 160, Slytherin 70. And Potter on top form, having scored no less than eleven goals. But if Slytherin get the Snitch now...'' Sirius commented gleefully. The game's excitement was definitely affecting him.

Jessica Finnegan and Bellatrix Black were neck and neck, hurtling through the air, in downward arcs, at dizzying speed. James scored once more, as they raced. The Snitch was fluttering at a spot near the grass...The school, as one, hardly dared draw breath.

'' And it's 170 – 70...and Finnegan and Bellatrix mere blurs...'' Both stretched out their hands, mere seconds away from the hovering Snitch. Bellatrix was going to get it...then Jessica knocked her arm away and, grinning triumphantly, seized the struggling Snitch, soaring into the air.

'' Incredible defeat of Slytherin! 320 – 70! Eat dirt Bella! Potter and Finnegan rock! '' For once McGonagall didn't admonish Sirius, overwhelmed with joy. Gryffindor were now in the lead for the Cup.

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Back at the Common Room, the celebrations were thriving. Sirius and James had briefly disappeared, only to return armed with butterbeers galore, crates of goods from Honeydukes and some of Zonko's fireworks. Jessica and James were basking in the glory.

'' Twelve goals in one match...twelve goals! ''

'' Did you see Jess' dive? 'mazing, man,''

'' Twelve goals! ''

'' We slaughtered Slytherin! Slaughtered 'em,'' Barry Munich was telling some giggly fourth year girls.

'' Twelve goals! ''

James collapsed onto the couch, grinning tiredly. Sirius was privately entertaining a drunk Bailey in a darkened corner. James glanced at Julie Markson – who was hanging off of Jack Cash, apparently uninterested in Sirius' escapades with her best friend. Adalia was talking to...Remus? Who was blushing? Weird. And, now that he noticed it, Adalia's cheeks were tinged with pink. Strange. You'd never think...they would...

James sighed. It was so routine. Every celebration was the same! Nothing different...no excitement...if only they could...! That was it!

'' Hey, people! Listen up! I just had a brilliant idea! We're going to play...'' he grinned expectantly at the Gryffindors who were staring at him avidly. '' Spin the Bottle,''
Sirius leapt up suddenly, allowing Bailey lean against him for support. '' Nah, mate, that's tame. We've gotta play...'' his lips curved into a nasty smile. '' Postbox,'' He then proceeded to explain the rules to the blank faces gaping at him.

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'' OK! So, boys get odd numbers, girls get even numbers. The first person, if a girl, calls out an odd number, if a boy, calls out an even number. Then the person you call must, I repeat MUST, go into a closet with you for at least fifteen minutes. You may do what you want,'' he grinned saucily. '' But you MUST, at least, french. Then the person who was picked chooses a number and so on....''

James grinned. '' Right, girls to left, boys to right, please,'' The room parted, a strange excitement zipping through the room.

'' I will write odd numbers on pieces of parchment and leave them on the table. Each of you take one. Sirius is doing the same for the girls. No peeking at card numbers, it's not allowed! ''

It wasn't long before everyone had a number.

'' Okay...I'll go first,'' said Sirius, bouncing up and down with anticipation. ''Right...hmm...number...six,''

He scanned the room eagerly. Jessica Finnegan stalked forward.

'' Well, c'mon then, I haven't got all day,'' she winked and Sirius, marvelling at his good luck, followed her into the closet.

Lily smothered a giggle as some very strange noises were emitted from the locked door. It sounded like...someone had been shoved up against the wall! She snorted into her drink as someone moaned. James glanced over at Lily, who was fighting back...laughter?! He grinned. She was definitely...unique. Now if only he could find out her number...

Then Sirius and Jessica burst out of the closet, hair messed, clothes...somewhat distorted. '' Twenty minutes! '' someone called out. Apparently a bet was on to see who could stay in there longest. Watches weren't allowed inside and neither were wands, so you couldn't time yourself.

'' Um...number...eight,'' Jessica said, flushed, duly ignoring Sirius, who was grinning widely.

'' That's a girl! Looks like Sirius fucked up your head...or maybe he just fucked you? '' a cocky seventh year guy called, chortling.

Jessica blushed. '' Shut up! '' she barked. '' Um...number...uh...fifteen,''

Barry Munich got up and ushered a very pleased Jessica into the closet. James shook his head, grinning, then stealthily made his way over to Lily, from behind. Her crumpled parchment was lying on the couch next to her. He cautiously reached out a hand. She was lying back against the cushions, looking totally angelic. The tips of his fingers were just skimming the paper when a strong arm shot out and cuffed him on the head.

'' Accio parchment! '' Lily said lazily, smirking at James' crestfallen face. '' Want my number baby? ''

He nodded warily. '' What else, baby?

'' Lily pouted. '' Well, here it is. Number ' don't call me '. Now bye! ''

James just grinned cheekily at her. Tossing her hair, Lily walked off, her parchment neatly tucked into her pocket.

Just then the closet creakily opened and two very dazed Gryffindors stumbled out.

'' Twenty two minutes, forty six seconds! '' someone called. Sirius scowled. Munich had broken his record.

'' Uh...number ten,'' Barry ventured. Bailey sauntered toward him, linking his arm in his and blowing him a kiss.

'' What are you waiting for, sexy? '' she slurred. It was twenty-six minutes before they emerged, wincing at the bright, glaring light. '' Number...thirteen,'' Scott Owen, a gangling, pimply-faced boy hurried inside, grinning goofily. Bailey followed, swaying slightly.

'' What the hell? '' Adalia murmured softly to Lily.

'' Drunk,'' Lily responded, taking another swig from her Butterbeer. She was still on her first.

'' Sixteen, twenty three,'' Sirius, the recorder, wrote on the scoreboard he and a few other langers had erected.

'' Number....twelve,'' Lily's head snapped up.

'' No....uh, no....'' Scott surveyed the room expectantly. Lily sighed, cringing inwardly as she slowly walked up. Scott beamed eagerly.

'' Fine,'' Lily muttered, too quietly for Scott to hear . '' Deal me the worst card in the pack...''

The closet was damp, musty and dark. She could vaguely see Scott's lanky form before her.

'' Well...let's see...how should I collect? ''

'' What? '' Lily asked numbly.

'' Well...special delivery is full on, hard and long. Regular is just a little peck,''

'' Uh...'' said Lily wildly, trying to buy herself time, her thoughts forming in clockwork succession.

'' How about we begin with regular....and work up to special delivery. Like...later on,'' '' Ok,'' Scott answered, sounding disappointed.

'' Just a minute...'' Lily breathed in deeply, fighting the sickness churning in her stomach. She felt Scott place his hands on her waist. It made her skin crawl. Then his thin lips were on hers. She did nothing. He began to prod her lips further and, reluctantly, she kissed him back. He was terrible. There was no chemistry...no nothing.

She gently detached herself from him. '' Ok...let's go,''

Lily hurried out of the closet, visibly shuddering. '' Euch,''

'' Fifteen minutes, three seconds! '' Lily downed some Butterbeer, still feeling sick.

'' Not up to your standards, eh Lil? '' James' suave voice floated towards her.

'' Definitely not. I'd have more fun sucking face with a dead jellyfish,''

'' Hey, Evans! You've to call a number! '' Sirius informed. '' Oh...'' Lily replied, running a hand through her hair distractedly. Maybe she'd nave better luck this time.

'' Um...number...seven,''

She looked around. No-one was doing anything. '' Well? ''

Then her gaze fell on James. Who was flashing her a dazzling, fridge- factory white, smile. '' Nooooo.....you've got to be joking...''

James nodded happily. '' Yep,''

'' Noooooo.'' She moaned in despair as he gleefully led her to the closet, shutting them inside.

'' How to collect? ''
She could actually feel his grin. '' Regular? '' Lily ventured.

'' Nope...I'm going for the full package...''

Then Lily felt his surprisingly gentle lips against hers. She could not think straight. James Potter was kissing her...as his lips tenderly tugged at hers, his teeth sensitively catching her lip, all her fantasies came crowding into her head, obscuring all other thought. This was a real kiss....this was what she wanted...

She wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him irresistibly closer, seeking his hot mouth. Her tongue slid along the seam of his lips, parting them. He pulled her body against him, his deep kiss becoming deeper, his tongue dancing feverishly with hers.

Lily could not think...she felt heady, her stomach fluttering. Tingles shot up her spine and she shuddered as he dipped his head once more.

James felt his breath catch...his knees were shaking. He could not believe he was kissing Lily. Lily. The girl of his dreams. And she was responding to him. It washeaven on earth. Earth-shattering. It felt so perfect, so right.

Gauging her reaction, he dragged his lips from hers, earning him a protesting moan from Lily. He bent his head, his lips touching her pulse, which was flying. She groaned, her hands going through his thick hair, pressing him to her. It felt so good...

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lily heard an objection.

'' No...what are you doing? No...no! No! No! It's Potter! '' Lily ignored it, allowing herself this pleasure. James' hands were on her waist, his lips were burning kisses on her neck...her heart was jumping, her breathing ragged. It was divine...his lips were divine...Merlin, she wanted him. Her heart hammering, Lily dragged his lips back to hers. He tasted exactly like someone should taste...

Then her own inner voice burst into her head, screaming. What are you doing?
And she realised...she was kissing Potter! Potter! She stiffened. He paused, using all his self-restraint.

'' Lily...what's wrong..? '' he choked out, his voice hoarse. She pushed him away from her.
'' You. I do not want to kiss you,'' she said coldly. He recoiled as if she had hit him. She stalked out of the closet, walking rigidly. She could not believe she had let herself do that with Potter!

'' Thirty three minutes, fifty two seconds! '' Jack Cash said in awe.

'' What was that? '' James asked furiously, his eyes flashing. He was so sick of her games. Hot and cold, hot then cold...he couldn't work her out.

'' What? '' Lily whirled around angrily.

'' YOU were all over me, Evans! Then you just go all fucking weird with me! ''

'' I was not! '' she shouted indignantly. '' You were almost begging me! '' James stared at her in disbelief.
'' Me? Me? Me? '' he spluttered. '' You want me and you're too damn fucking stubborn to admit it, Evans! ''

'' Oh please! '' Lily countered. '' I could have you on the floor like a dog, grovelling for me, Potter,''

'' Oh yeah? '' he shot back. '' Then prove it! In front of everyone in this fucking room! ''

Lily stared at him, shaking in anger. He slowly approached her. When she didn't do anything, he leaned forward...then she turned and walked away. James' legs buckled as he lost his balance nad he keeled forward, slamming onto the floor.

'' Evans! '' he shouted in furor. She spun around, then smirked.

'' Told you I'd have you on the floor, Potter,'' And with that, she walked slowly up to her dorm, her insides clenched in conflict. What the hell had just happened?