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Lily was surprised when she saw James Potter standing behind her. She hadn't seen or heard from him in two years. And there he was, at the very pub she was at.

Lily observed how great he looked. His messy black hair, which she had occasionally run her fingers through, had the same appearance as when she dated him in their seventh year at Hogwarts. His eyes were still a warming color of hazel and his figure was still strong.

"How have you been Lils?" James asked.

"I just got dumped," she replied bluntly. Usually that would not have been her response, but she was in no mood to be polite.

"You don't say, I just got kicked out of my girlfriend's apartment."

"What'd you do?" Lily asked as she took a huge gulp of her firewhiskey. Her eyes watered a little from the drink, but she didn't mind the fiery substance flowing down her throat.

"Absolutely nothing. She accused me of cheating on her." James took another gulp of his firewhiskey as well.

"Why'd he dump you?" he then asked.

"He said I was a distraction away from work, that bloody bastard of a man."

James didn't say anything more; he thought that Lily wouldn't want to talk about it, at least not to him. After all, he was her ex-boyfriend, and hadn't spoken in nearly two years.

"Can I get another firewhiskey?" Lily called to the bartender. The man slid a drink across the counter and she picked it up and downed it in just one gulp.

"You know what?" Lily asked James, there was a hint of tipsiness in her voice.

"What?" he asked.

"The bloody moron couldn't even wait until after dinner to dump me, he just did it at the restaurant," surprisingly, her voice was not full of sorrow as she said this; instead, she seemed to be enjoying her misery. James thought that it must have been the alcohol taking over.

"I'm sorry Lils," he told her.

"It's okay. I'm better off without him, I just need a few more of these drinks and I'll be just peachy," she responded with a huge grin across her face.

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In just a matter of minutes, Lily and James had each consumed three more firewhiskeys. Lily was even tipsier than before, and ended up telling James her life story.

"You know, he was my first," she said out of the blue.

"Your first what?"

"My first shag," she told him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yup, I thought I loved him, but I guess not," Lily slurred her words a little. Then added to the bartender, "Can I have some, oh what's it called, um, a White Russian drink thingy?"

The bartender mixed her drink and then placed it in front of her, giving her a slightly concerned look at all the alcohol she already had.

Lily through her head back and finished the glass. "James, these are really good. You should get one, and I'm going to get another!"

The bartender gave them each one; Lily and James were definitely drunk now.

"You want to know something else?" Lily asked James.

He nodded his head, unable to think of the right words to say.

"Right before he dumped me, I thought he was gonna propose to me. And then he would marry me and have lots of little Jason juniors around the house. But not anymore, because it's all over now," Lily explained.

"You're really stupid you know, thinking he was gonna propose."

"I don't like you, oh what's the word? Well, I can't remember but I don't like you doing it."

Just then James started laughing at her, here she was drunk and wearing an elegant dress, sitting at a bar. Her deep red hair was coming a little loose, allowing small strands to slide across her face, her almond shaped eyes were shining, and she looked beautiful.

Plus, she was telling James all the little details about their relationship, most of which James truly didn't want to hear, but humored her anyways.

Lily saw him laughing and decided she would laugh too, she didn't know why, but she thought it was a good idea.

Once the laughter had finally died down Lily turned to the bartender once again and asked, "Mr. Bartender, would you be so kind and pour me another thingy of that stuff you just gave me?"

"Okay lady, I think you've had enough now," he told her sternly.

Lily got a confused look on her face, which soon turned to anger, "I think I know when I've had enough to drink."

"Lily, don't worry about it," James told her, "We can go back to my place. I'm sure I've got something to drink there."

Lily started giggling and then said, "Okay, it'll be fun! We can see who can drink more."

With that said, the two borrowed some floo powder from the bartender and arrived at James's apartment. It wasn't huge, but not small either, just the perfect size. Lily noticed the sitting area was larger than the one at her apartment, and she stumbled over to sit on one of the couches. She instantly saw a framed photograph of James and a woman whom she assumed was Emmy, his ex-girlfriend. They were smiling at each other and laying small kisses on each other's lips.

She then noticed James making a huge amount of noise coming from another room. She looked to where the noise was coming form in confusion, but quickly got up and stumbled her way to where she saw a disgruntled looking James Potter standing.

"I can't find it," he told her.

Then he staggered his way over to another room and slowly opened the wooden door. Lily eagerly followed him in, wondering what he was doing. Once inside, she saw where they were: the bedroom. A large bed stood in the middle of the room, and Lily felt herself blush when she saw it.

James headed over to the bed and sat down on the corner of it, bending over to reach inside a bedside table. He then pulled out a fairly large bottle of wine, which Lily noticed was half gone.

"Found something," he told her with a grin on his face.

"You don't have to shout, you know. I'm standing right next to you."

"I didn't shout, you're just a little tipsy and think I did." He pulled off the cap and began to drink the alcohol.

"Hey, give me some of that," Lily protested.

"You want it, come and get it," James said as he fumbled over his own legs and fell onto the center of the bed, making a large crashing noise on his way down.

Lily ran over as best she could and pulled the bottle out of James's grip. She was about to drink the remainder of the bottle when James pulled her down on top of him, making Lily lose her grip and drop the bottle.

She looked down into James's eyes, and then suddenly bent down and kissed him. His lips tasted like the hard liquor that they had both just consumed. She didn't' know exactly why she kissed him, but somehow it felt like the right thing to do, kiss him there on his bed. Besides, it felt amazing; he felt amazing.

As he kissed her fiercely, she could feel his strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. His tongue slid across her lips, forcing its way into her mouth, which Lily eagerly wanted. He rolled her over and kissed her even harder then before, as if it was the last kiss he would ever give.

James left her mouth, making Lily groan as he reached her neck. The kisses started out playful, but then became more passionate.

Without even realizing it, James's hands had traveled underneath her dress, making their way toward her upper thighs. Lily moaned with pleasure, she loved what he was doing to her. Just the touch of his hands on her bare skin was enough to drive her wild with passion towards him.

James heard the moan and took that as a sign to continue. He lifted the dress over her head quickly, leaving Lily in only her bra, knickers, and shoes. He made his way over toward her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. She pulled him back up and tried desperately to get his shirt off, but she was having a great deal of trouble. James helped her with his shirt, and it was quickly discarded to the floor. Lily then let her hands roam his perfectly toned chest. Her hands slid down to his belt buckle, which she managed to get undone with expert skill.

The rest came as a blur to Lily; somehow they had managed to discard the rest of their clothes. Then the kisses became hotter and heavier, and the next thing Lily knew was a feeling of a sharp pain, which left instantly as their bodies became one. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure that her body was feeling as James worked his magic. She could hear herself moaning and calling his name out. He in turn was moaning with pleasure, her name escaped his mouth every so often.

After they had completed, Lily rested in James's strong arms, never wanting him to let go. She was comforted by him. They soon fell asleep in each other's arms, drunk as they were, it was enjoyable.

Author's Note 2: Okay, here's chapter four! Now, don't blame me if them acting like that when they were drunk is unrealistic or if the sex part isn't very good, because I personally have never experienced either one of them. Anyways, please review!