James was speechless. It took him two whole minutes to say something.

"Fucking Snivellus."

Lily was too immersed in her own thoughts to even register what James had said. What was she going to do? Of course they must go straight to Dumbledore. Her own safety was at risk, and the fact that it was Snape that attacked James…

Her trail of thought was broken by James pulling out his wand to re-spell the wheelchair.

James looked up into her eyes, cupping her face with his left hand. "Lily, there is no way he will even get close enough to you to get at you. I promise."

Looking back into his brilliant hazel eyes, Lily nodded. "Of course not. Once we tell Dumbledore he will probably be expelled, least of all have that notebook confinsca… what is it James?" his face had fallen and there was a worried look in his eyes. "You are going to tell Dumbledore, right?"

James bit his lip and looked guilty. "I can't Lils, that would mean explaining why we were here… that would mean big trouble. Remus was absolutely forbidden to tell anyone of this place – and that's the least of my troubles."

James paused for a moment and when they returned to hers, she saw fear in them for the first time.

" It could mean exposing us as illegal animagi."

Later that night, back in the privacy of their common room Lily and James were discussing their options accompanied by Remus and Sirius (Peter was at his Gobstones Club meeting).

"Sirius, running off to a remote tropical island would not solve anything, not to mention our secret would be completely ruined!" Remus was starting to get agitated at his friend's constant stupid ideas, usually involving a girl in it for him.

"But Moony, think about it – all those girls there and only us poor blokes to satisfy their womanly needs! Not to mention that James and Lils would be safe from Snivellus there, I don't think the first place he will look for them is a tropical island full of beautiful, gorgeous, tanned, scantily-clad, sexy, needy wome-" He shut up, a wise move after seeing how Lily was glaring at him. Even Sirius knows what women want. . . sometimes.

James cleared his throat to break the tension in the room. "So, the plan so far is: Lily can stay in her room and pretend to have. . . what was it again? Some kind of magical fever? Great, the new healer is on leave and the teachers won't send for a healer unless it is serious. And you two," he said nodding at Remus and Sirius, "can do some investigating with my invisibility cloak to find out as much as you can. I will stay here with Lily and research to try and find out what Snape did to me." He looked around the room and the three nodded their approval.

"I still liked my idea about the swiss chalet" Sirius grumbled, as he and Remus made their way to the Gryffindor tower.

As the door clicked closed behind them, James let out a huge sigh. He was tired and his head was sore from thinking too much. He tried to get up to go to bed, forgetting he couldn't walk. He turned his head to Lily and pulled his best pleading face, that he usually reserved for his mum when she was refusing him gold. Lily looked at him and smiled.

"Can't poor Jamesie wamsie get himself into bed?" she taunted. Laughing, she pulled out her wand and, with a very good levitation spell, got him onto his bed.

Lily looked around his room at all his quidditch memorabilia. Posters nearly completely covered his walls. She turned her eyes to James, who had propped himself up on his bed and was watching her. His shirt was clinging to his body, and Lily could not help but think how incredibly good looking he was. Bringing her eyes back to his face, she saw that a teasing smile played on his lips. It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking and what it was doing it to her. Well, Lily thought, I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson James.

Miraculously, James felt neither tired nor did he have a headache any more. Feeling awfully pleased with himself for catching Lily off guard, he smiled and met her eyes. "I think I need some help changing Lily." He announced. "Can you come here and help me take off my shirt?"

Lily laughed, trying to appear that James did not have her flustered. As she moved closer to him, her stomach gave an involuntary flutter. James grinned as she climbed onto his bed and began to unbutton his shirt. This was exactly where he wanted her.

As she reached the second last button, James put his hands on hers. She looked up into his eyes and was met with the same passion that had been there the previous night.

His heart pounding with desire, he reached up behind her neck and pulled her in. Her soft lips met his and sent a tingle down his spine. As they kissed, he finished taking off his shirt for her and, ever so slowly, started on hers.

Pulling back, Lily stared at James' toned body. All his training CERTAINLY payed off, she thought, and now I'm reaping the benefits! While James was busy with her shirt, he took the opportunity to undo his belt. Her shirt off, she moved to take off his pants. She was surprised when James moved to stop her.

"Lily, I don't want you to do anything unless you want to." James explained. "I mean – of course I want to but if you're not ready. . . we have kind of rushed things haven't –" he shut up as Lily completely ignored what he said.

A couple of minutes later the pair were down to their underwear. Looking at Lily in. . . well. . . not a lot had gotten James pretty excited.

She giggled as she began to trail kisses down his torso, obviously heading for somewhere else. The sesnation of her mouth on his skin was, to say the least, exhilirating. Needless to say, James wanted it. He looked down as she stopped – she was looking at him as she traced a finger inside his boxers. That's weird, James thought, I can't feel a thing. Then it dawned on him.

James Potter was about to receive action from Lily Evans, and he couldn't feel a damn thing.