Warning: This is where stuff starts getting kinky. Voyeurism and exhibitionism ahead

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The Voyeur

The next day was strange. Lily felt as though she was moving around the castle in a daze, relaxed and fluid — as though even her posture had been permanently altered by finally getting satisfied.

"I still can't believe I got my hopes up about going out yesterday," Remus sighed in the common room before their emergency prefect meeting, Charms work spread out before them. "I kinda get it now though, like you weren't kidding: Potter is wicked charming. Like, I'd probably do anything he asked, and he's not even my type." He sighed. "Anyway, what you write down as your third reason?"

"I let him eat me out."

Remus sputtered, "Come again?"

"Yes."

"Wait… what?"

Lily squeezed her eyes closed. "Well, I guess… for the first time? Not again?"

"Wow, yeah, not what I meant but—" Remus looked around, a little lost, "—good?" He was so out of his depth here.

Lily dropped her head onto her forearms, hiding her face in shame. "So good. Too good. Stupidly, stupendously good. I might even have forgotten how to walk afterwards, it was that good." Remus didn't respond, so she looked up at him in distress, only to find him grinning at her. "Why are you smiling?!"

Remus raised his hands in front of him. "Sorry, sorry, I just had this theory that he was a verifiable sex god, and that's why he gets away with all the shit that he does."

Lily tsked. "Okay, that's not your theory, that's just what everyone actually says."

"Okay, but how much gossip actually ends up being absolute balderdash versus true?"

He raised a fine point. "Well, I guess not this one." Lily held in a shiver at thinking about the way Potter's tongue had eagerly lapped at her body. Oh, how she wished his sex prowess had merely been hearsay. She wished she'd been able to stand up after he'd finished and just laughed in his face and declared, 'Is that all you got?' before walking away like a Queen. Instead, she'd just been reduced to a boneless puddle, lying there twitching for him. Great job, Lils.

"Sooo, is it gonna be weird for you guys now?" Remus questioned.

"I don't think so? I mean, we actually left things off on pretty good terms." She pushed her hair back over her head. "I think he's actually quite serious about trying to date me."

"And we think this is a good thing?" His voice had gone high by the end of his sentence.

Lily looked out the window to the drizzle clinging on the glass panes. "We'll see, I guess." She hoped so. She hoped so a lot. "I still feel like I'm missing something obvious though."

They walked to the Head office not too much later, and Lily had to deal with a whole lot of irritated grumbling at McGonagall's new rules.

"This is only until we catch whoever's doing the attacking though, right?" Jeremy, a 5th year Ravenclaw, asked.

"Yes, I'd assume so," Lily answered, handing out signup sheets. So far, she had absolutely no new takers for tomorrow night, and she really didn't like the idea of having to step in again. Especially after Potter, and the other prefects on his Quidditch team, announced they couldn't do it because of practice.

"Great, so, let's just find the bastards."

"I guess that's what McGonagall is hoping we do," Potter drawled, looking like he had a thousand better things to do then lead this meeting on a Saturday. He'd been sneaking little heated glances at Lily over the past hour, and she hated to admit it, but she liked them rather a whole lot.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only meeting she had on Saturdays, because soon afterwards she found herself in Dumbledore's office, being grilled by Moody.

"You didn't find out which animal he can turn into, though?"

"No," Lily answered awkwardly, "I asked, and he said he'd tell me later."

"Classic diversion tactics—"

"Alastor, her cover is too important to jeopardize trying to get every last detail all at once," McGonagall reprimanded. "I'm sure she will uncover the information in due time."

Lily smiled at her. "I will. And in the meantime, I think I should inform you that I think he's really warming up to me. He seems to be treating me better, which I think will prove helpful."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, but he remained silent on the matter.

By Sunday, Lily was already completely over the number of whiny inputs she'd gotten from prefects about the new scheduling. (She also had spent the previous night on pins and needles, hoping that Potter would come find her to try to reschedule their plans to go clubbing, but alas, that had never happened.)

Lily was also completely over this round, which she had in fact had to pick up right after her Order meeting, but at least she'd been able to bully the 5th year Hufflepuff into patrolling outside while she roamed the castle. She knew they were supposed to stick together, because strength in numbers, but sue her. Making small talk right now — probably about how hard OWLs were — seemed akin to torture.

Oh, for fuck's sake, she thought as she heard an all too familiar sound. She'd just wanted a quick patrol, with minimal issues and zero write ups. So why the hell was she hearing a ditzy giggle followed by a deep male groan that somehow vibrated its way right down to her belly?

Lily rolled her eyes as she went over to investigate the source of the noise, clutching her wand in her hand and ready to zap off a stinging hex. She found that it was usually the best way to separate couples who were already a little too 'involved' in their hookups, since the alternative was a timid knock and an awkward, 'Excuse me' that often went unnoticed. A nice, strong jolt was good at ruining the mood and getting everyone's attention real quick.

Rounding the corner, she honed in on the sound. Are they serious? They didn't even close the bloody door? Lily chuckled to herself, Someone was very desperate today. The wet slurping noises mixed with gruff words she couldn't yet comprehend were particularly erotic, and she just wanted to get this over with before she felt the need to go find Potter and get him on his knees for her again. Not that hearing sex noises should drive you to think like that, shit, Lils.

She walked over to the cracked door and suddenly felt rooted to the spot. Because standing there, only a few meters away and facing the doorway was Potter. His Quidditch practice jersey discarded on the floor, she watched, morbidly fascinated, as his left arm held on tightly to a girl's makeshift ponytail, his hand bunching up a mess of knotted dirty blonde hair. His lean body was pumping away, his hips snapping forward, making all the muscles above shift and contract brilliantly, and Lily could hardly look anywhere else. That body was hers; what the fuck was he doing giving it to someone else?

Lily bit her lower lip, eyes trailing from the painful way the girl's knees had to be bruising on the stone ground, up to her hands, one on his cock, helping it into her mouth, the other on his hip, trying to temper his force. She should run, yet she couldn't stop, eyes hungrily taking in every last detail. She had interrupted something intimate and raw and she should absolutely not be here. So why couldn't she stop looking?

Good girls don't look.

She blinked sluggishly, and when she opened her eyes, she found Potter already watching her in return. She hadn't known what expression she'd find, but it sure as hell wasn't this one: he was smirking. Mouth lopsided, dimple pronounced, eyes crinkled around the edges and glimmering with the promise of trouble, smirking. He was happy Lily had found them… or was he happy that she was staying to gawk?

Potter let out another deep groan, gaze locked with hers, and Lily couldn't help it, she squirmed, feeling her own wetness pooling in her knickers. What the fuck was happening? Was his reaction — that everything was normal and that he wasn't doing anything wrong — somehow convincing her of the same thing? Why the hell was seeing Potter getting head from someone else so fucking hot? The lithe muscles of his arm rippled, veins apparent, as he held onto the girl's hair more tightly, and her choking noises grew as his hips moved faster and more punishingly. Potter was using this girl as a fuck-toy, and Lily wanted to touch herself to it. Her core positively ached as his lips parted and his head started dropping back, making that sexy throat of his even more pronounced, eyes never leaving hers.

Lily's hand finally did move between her legs, unable to stand the pressure, and Potter made his most satisfied moan yet as she leaned back on the doorframe for leverage. She bit her lip so she wouldn't make an embarrassing responding whimper, her body instinctively yearning to match his pleasure. A tidal wave of emotions cruised through her, making her head swim as her core asked for more, more, more. There was shame for looking, longing for his body, inexplicable betrayal, and hunger. All-consuming, reckless hunger from finally getting to see him like this. It was one thing to want to fuck Potter; it was another thing completely to see him doing it, and having a clear visual of what him absolutely giving it to her would look like, even if it was only to her mouth.

The girl's lips made a wet popping sound as she gave her throat a break from his cock, replacing them with her hand and lowering her face to lick at his balls. Lily nearly gasped when she finally recognized who was blowing her fuck-buddy: it was Olivia Green, a Ravenclaw prefect.

Potter's eyes fluttered closed. "Good girl."

White-hot rage pumped through Lily's veins at the words, making her body twitch and her jaw clench. How dare he call someone else that? She was his good girl, she was supposed to be the one who got him off, not her. Not anyone else. Potter was smiling at Lily like he'd just gotten the exact reaction he'd been trying to cajole out of her. It made her rub herself harder.

Potter looked down to put Olivia's head back where he wanted it, clutching her with both hands as he roughly thrusted into her mouth once more, and Lily could tell, without ever having watched him come before, that he was close. His abs were more defined than ever as they, and his brow, scrunched, and fuck, I'm gonna watch him come. Lily couldn't wait. She was jealous she wouldn't be the one to taste him, yet so friggin' turned on that it wasn't her being used. It was the strangest experience, and she hated herself for even feeling it.

Lily knew exactly when Potter climaxed because he was looking right at her, still squirming by the door, one hand in her skirt, the other covering her mouth. How was he this sexy? How was this man legal? She had a hard time keeping her eyes open, her body fighting her, punishing her for not already having made its way over to him and taking what was hers. She wanted him to come again, but his time, with her — in her.

"Swallow," he roughly commanded, and the word snapped something inside of Lily, making her finally realize that what she'd seen, or perhaps heard, was enough. She couldn't do this, she couldn't be this person — the kind who got off to whatever the hell this was.

Lily forced her feet from the spot, fleeing anywhere, literally anywhere else where she didn't have to be a part of this. Sure, it was a bit of a cop-out to say that she'd left before the action was over (What were my other options anyway? Stay and join? Ask for my turn?) but… she had to tell herself that she had. She didn't want to live with the uncomfortable knowledge that seeing Potter like that — cocky and in control — was exactly what turned her on. Why can't I just like getting made love to on satin sheets with rose petals? Lily supposed she'd never actually tried that specifically, but even just thinking about it now barely had the same reaction as remembering what she'd just watched Potter do. Lily shuddered, squeezing her eyes and thighs shut hastily.

"Get out," she ordered curtly when she got to the Astronomy tower only to find another couple in the throes of passion. They seemed confused by her lack of punishment, but rushed to grab their clothes and run away before she could reconsider her course of action. Lily hardly noticed, making her way to the walled edge of the tower and looking out over Hogwarts grounds.

What the fuck. What the hell had she just seen, and felt, and… experienced? She was still short of breath, and she knew it had nothing to do with the physical exertion of making her way up here — this was all psychological. 'There's more to sex than penetration…' she heard Potter's whispered wisdom in her head. How did he do that? How did he take over her thoughts so completely? This was all so much, too much, and Lily was afraid she was on the verge of losing herself for good — or maybe just losing the good left in her.

In addition, a small part of her felt so let down. She couldn't believe she'd actually thought of herself as special. Friday night, after he'd made her come in the woods, he'd been his version of sweet, and attentive, and kissed her like she was all he'd ever wanted. But now she'd had to walk in on him getting sucked off by some other girl. It stung like hell. But what did you expect, Lils? You've always known who he was.

"Do you need some help?" This time his voice wasn't imagined. It was there, behind her.

Lily took a deep breath, letting the early autumn breeze chill her blushing cheeks. She refused to look back at him. "I don't like who you're turning me into, Potter," she admitted softly. "I'm not like this."

From the corner of her eye she could see him coming right beside her, propping his own forearms against the parapet. "Oh Lily," he responded gently, as though about to break some terrible news to her. "You're giving me far too much credit. You think I could really make you do anything you didn't want to?"

Lily's brows furrowed, hanging off of every one of his words.

"You're the most headstrong girl I know. I'm not making you do anything. I'm just letting you do what you've always wanted to, but were too honorable to admit before. It's a Gryffindor thing I'm sure."

She felt his smile, now shining her way, hitting her cheek. Her eyes remained singularly focused on Hagrid's chimney in the distance, the smoke of his fire curling over and over in a delightful pattern.

"This is who you are," he pressed on. "I'm the same way. It's okay—"

She whipped her face to him angrily, dark red hair blowing behind her wildly. "I don't want to be like you."

His lips tauntingly curled as his gaze darted all over her face, memorizing each of her beauty spots. He was still speaking so tenderly, his own pathetic interpretation of empathy grating on her every last nerve. "You can't help what turns you on, love."

She had no response; she knew he'd seen her touch herself to his little show back there, there was no denying it. Her only hope was that the fire in her eyes would somehow pulverize him on the spot.

"It's okay," he repeated, his hand reaching out and landing on the curve of her neck. "We're all adults, no one is getting hurt. We all know what we're doing."

Lily scoffed, glad to finally have something to fight him on. "Olivia didn't." She couldn't believe she was coming to that bitch's defense (she knew it wasn't fair to think of Olivia this way — she'd never had a problem with the girl before — but she couldn't help it, her petty jealousy at the moment was overwhelming), but desperate times called for desperate measures indeed.

"She doesn't care. Sirius watches us sometimes."

"What?" Lily cried out in disbelief. "You guys are so— so," she stuttered, looking for the right word, "twisted!"

He pulled her to him by the neck. "And you're one of us, Evans."

"No, I'm not," Lily defended herself, but they both noticed she let his hand on her stay. Another thought hit her. "Did you just leave her there?!"

Potter chuckled at her incredulous expression. "I'm sure she's fine."

"What the fuck, Potter?"

He looked so amused. "Are you surprised?"

No. No, she was not in the slightest. She huffed and looked back over the grounds.

Still watching her, he asked, "Are you jealous?" She shivered and he stopped touching her to take off his cloak and drape it over her shoulders. Lily shook it off defiantly and let it crumple to the floor. Potter merely sighed, picking it up, brushing it off, and placing it right back on her. This time she let it stay. "It sure feels like you're jealous."

"Jealousy implies caring, which I don't." He didn't even dignify her blatant lie with a response, so she tacked on, "I should write you up."

Potter let out a loud chortle. "Well, then I'm gonna have to write you up every time I get you off."

Lily's glare at him sizzled. "You'd have to write both of us up when we hook up."

"Only one of us is coming."

Oh. Understanding morphed her features. "Is that what this is about? You're trying to piss me off because I'm not reciprocating? Is this my punishment?"

"I mean, sure, it's about that, but you don't have to do anything. You know that. I just don't think it's fair to get mad at me for then needing to get off somewhere else." She hated to admit it, but she could kind of see his point. She had lied to him and told him point-blank that she didn't want his cock anywhere near her, yet she had still accepted his repeated sexual advances to please herself. Sure, she didn't owe him shit, but could she really be mad at him for having sex with other people? They weren't together; she'd been rejecting his offers for that too. Had she just expected him to twiddle his thumbs and wait for her to change her mind? I mean, it would have been nice.

Lily grit her teeth. "I'm not mad." He smiled a skeptical smile so wide that all his teeth showed. She hated it. "I'm not. You're allowed to fuck whomever you please. Obviously. It doesn't affect me in the slightest."

"Oh no, why would it?" he goaded her sarcastically, spinning her around so that her back was against the stone parapet as he moved before her.

A small thrill shot through her. "Maybe next time, just close the damn door."

"Excellent advise," he murmured as he descended to her neck, his fingers already halfway through her shirt buttons. The boy worked fast.

She pushed him back slightly. "You literally were just kissing Olivia. Don't use that mouth on me."

He snorted before he resumed his attention to her body. "I didn't kiss her, love."

"You don't get to just— get to just…" she trailed off breathlessly, absolutely losing her train of thought as his touch overwhelmed her system, his hands slipping into her open shirt, clawing at her back.

"Don't get to what, Evans?" he taunted, pushing her bralette up so her tits bounced free.

"You can't… just—" she swallowed, trying to get a coherent sentence out, but getting woefully distracted by the restless fingers he was brushing past the sides of her breasts, "—just…"

"Tell me. Now I'm curious, what can't I?" he whispered huskily in her ear.

She gave up, submitting to his mouth when he brought it to hers, slipping his tongue inside and groaning when Lily met him there with her own. His body was pinning her against the low wall, all the way at the top of the castle, but that's not why Lily felt like she was on top of the world. His kisses just made her feel weightless in a way she couldn't describe.

"That's right," Potter said, sinking to his knees and popping open the little belt of her skirt on his way down. He trailed his hands down her legs, only to raise them right back up to pull down her knickers, baring her sensitive skin to the harsh October air. "I can do whatever I want to you, can't I?" He pulled one of her legs forward, placing it on his shoulder and opening her up to him.

Lily braced herself against the ledge behind her, knees shaking. He was right, but that didn't give him the right to say it aloud. "You're such a prat."

Two of his fingers easily slipped inside of her. "And it makes you wet."

Lily threw her head back, feeling her body answer his call by squeezing around him, trying to draw him in further. She'd just seen him face-fuck someone else, but now he was here on his knees for her? He was trying to make her loose her goddamn mind. She was being dumb. So fucking dumb, but she couldn't help it, even if she wanted to.

"Fuck, I love seeing you like this," he groaned, pumping his fingers in fast and hard, mouth nipping at her hipbone. "I love that you're finally letting yourself be you." In an act that felt like a reward, Potter pulled out his wand, made it into her vibrating toy, and put it against her clit.

"Shit, Potter—" she cried out.

"That's it, love," he cooed, grinning up at her. He pulled out his fingers, running them around his lips before quickly darting his tongue over them, wanting a little taste before he dove right in. "Moan for me."

Lily didn't even have a choice whether she obeyed or not when Potter brought his face down to her core and slipped his tongue inside her folds as his wand kept buzzing against her clit steadily. The wand was the physical drive she needed to get there, but the visual of his face, licking away, his gaze wantonly worshiping her from below, was definitely going to be that psychological push that drove her over the edge, overriding all her anxious worries and shameful feelings on the matter. Potter was hot. Potter was skilled. Potter was fucking her with his tongue. "Fuuck—"

He caught her when her knee started buckling, his free hand pushing her solidly against the wall. Her fingers dug into his scalp, wanting to elicit some type of feeling out of him in return — even if it was pain. "That's it, Lils," he said, replacing his tongue with his fingers again so he could fully watch her. "Grind into it."

Lily whimpered as she did, suddenly not sure if the wand was too much, her clit was crying out, and it was all just raw and intense and — "Fuck, baby, I'm about to come—" she panted.

Her eyes snapped open when she realized what she'd called him, but she saw nothing but unadulterated satisfaction written all over his face.

"Then do it, baby."

She fucking did. Hands moving down to cup his cheeks, she felt something inside her break as a high pitched moan was ripped from her throat, her hips flexing through the feeling, using his fingers to milk the sensation as long as she could. She was vaguely aware that she was jabbering nonsense, her legs twitching a bit until she had to push his wand off of her, totally overwhelmed.

Potter gave his fingers a final curl, making Lily whimper one last time, before he removed them and gave her pussy a little kiss. "I'll never get tired of watching you come for me, Lily. Never."

It was a little awkward for Lily as she took her leg off of him and pulled her clothing back on, trying to look at least somewhat put together despite her body's sudden weightless feeling, but she managed. "Well, Potter," she attempted to say professionally. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow, then."

Potter gave her a strange look. "I'm walking you to your dorm, Evans. Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm perfectly capable—"

Potter rolled his eyes and put his arm around her shoulder, steering her to the staircase. "It's not about what you're capable of, it's about what's right." Lily oddly related to this statement, even if it was in the complete opposite way. "What would my mother say if she found out I didn't walk you home?"

Lily snorted. "Your mother probably would have wanted you to push me off of this tower."

Potter stilled, and Lily wondered if her retort about his mum would make him blow up just like it had last time at the dance. She knew parents were always a touchy subject — especially for an apparent mama's boy. Unfortunately, she seemed more than willing to press all of his buttons. Eventually he cracked, giving her a little smile. "I guess we just won't tell her then, will we?"

Huh. Right. Because I'm your dirty little secret. Lily stayed silent the rest of the way to Gryffindor, only coming back to reality when Potter gave her a kiss on the forehead. "What was—?"

"Have a good night, Evans." He strode off without a second look back.

Two thoughts occurred to her as she undressed for bed. One: she was still wearing his cloak, and had been the entire time they'd been together on the tower. It smelt nice, and she hated how much she loved having it to hold onto. Two: he was Head Boy. He damn well knew the patrol schedule and knew that she would be the one doing rounds that night since no one else had stepped up. Her catching him receiving oral, on the other side of an open door, hadn't been some happy accident, it had been planned.

That fucking bastard.

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