Hi! I hope you had a good holiday. I'm getting ready to go back to school. Everybody, pray for my poor soul! I'm going to hell! I have GCSE Mock Exams as of Tuesday and so far, my revision timetable has definitely not worked out! I'm actually worried! It's a first, usually I wing it and come out with top grades, but now? Now, I become worried.
This has officially gone on to an R rating. Don't worry, though, it shouldn't get any worse than the shower scene in the last chapter, and if you're reading this then I'll assume you read that, so you should be fine! I hope. Don't sue me if I mentally scar you!
Well, disclaimer, warnings and summary in the first chapter!
The Deal.
Chapter 5, Lily.
Lily Evans was not the type to worry about heartless, cruel prats such as James Potter. She didn't purposely follow him around for a week, trying to find out what was wrong with him and she most certainly did not come close to tears when she walks in on him crying in a classroom. Well, she tried to tell herself that, anyway. It was those bloody tears in her eyes that were the problem, though. How were you supposed to persuade yourself that you didn't care when you had a hard time preventing yourself from crying?
"Potter? What's wrong?"
"Evans? What are you doing here?" Potter gasped, turning away from her and trying to get rid of his tears. So far, he was doing a bad job of it. He jumped and whirled around when Lily gently placed a hand on his arm.
"Potter, don't try and persuade me you weren't crying. I saw you. What's wrong, you've been acting weird for over a week."
"It's not important."
"It is important if you're crying over it. Talk to me, it'll be better to get it out and explain to someone impartial, who can listen and offer advice and –"
"Who sounds like bloody Dumbledore? Fine, if you really want to know. Err, sit, this'll take a while to explain." James made sure she was sitting comfortably before he started.
"Well, it all started about six months ago...
It had been a joke, between him and Sirius. Sirius had told him he generally preferred men, and James had said he preferred men too, more than Sirius. It had been a joke, mean to stir up some friendly competition, they did this a lot. Sirius had challenged him to prove it. They had decided to prove it by seeing who would go farthest with a boy before they gave in and gave up. Of course, being alone, the only boy to use was the other. So, they started off small, kisses, gentle touches. Sirius had been the one to push it forward each step. He was the one who started stroking James, he was the one who moved on to oral pleasure first, he was the one who started on penetration first. Even when Sirius was fucking him, hard and fast; until even James wasn't sure if he was screaming in pain or pleasure, he just knew he wanted this more than anything; it was still under the ruse of the competition.
When Sirius suggested the next morning that they really hadn't decided the night before, and demanded a rematch, James was all too happy to oblige. And so it went, for a good week or so, that they had this relationship. They agreed, after the second round of morning sex, that they did actually want a relationship, rather than this silly competition.
So, James spent a blissful week dating Sirius, basking in the glow that was Sirius, enjoying more sex than his body could probably handle and doing it in more positions than his memory could handle, to be honest. However, Sirius was a flightly cloud. Although James managed to tie him down for a week, he was too much of a free agent to handle a relationship like the one James wanted. So, he broke up with James.
James spent a good few weeks crying into his pillow at night in his lonely bed. He hoped, beyond anything, that Sirius would one day want a relationship that James wanted, but after a few weeks, he reaslised this just wasn't going to happen with Sirius. So, he gave up on men and tried to get over Sirius.
"But it didn't work, did it?" Lily asked gently.
"No, no, it did. Or, I thought it did. But, well, you know about Sirius and Remus, don't you."
"Oh… Oh!" A look of comprehension dawned on her face.
"So, Sirius has settled down into the relationship you wanted, but with Remus."
"They're in love. God, they're so in love, and I want to be jealous or Remus, but I can't. It's... God, Lily, you should see them together. I could never want to take that away from either of them. Neither of them have had it easy, but when I woke up this morning and I saw them in bed together, curled around eachother... they looked so peaceful, so perfect. I guess that's why I'm crying. It... It reminds me of everything I want and everything I lost."
"You loved him, didn't you?"
"Yeah, yes, still do, in fact. I mean, I don't love him, miss him, as much as I did, but a part of me still... still feels it. I also... I was so angry at him. I thought, when I first heard they were together, that Sirius had just agreed to a date with Remus and Remmie had gone overboard. Sirius... Sirius can't have a relationship without sex and Remus can't have sex. I was so worried that he would hurt Remus. But Sirius... Sirius said there's a chance they might, one day in the not too distant future, even take that step... He's serious about Remus, really serious. And they've been together longer than they're making out. Months, even."
"Wait... You said Remus can't have sex, but you saw them in bed together. What's so important about Remus having sex?"
"Remus can only ever have one sexual partner in his life... I did see them in bed together... Oh Dear Lord!"
"Remus is a Werewolf?!"
"Remus and Sirius Mated!" They both stared, stunned, at eachother.
"I can't believe this... Remus is a Werewolf, isn't he? I always wondered about the strange disapearences… always around the full moon..."
"How…" James asked weakly.
"Oh... It was what you said... He can only have one sexual partner... A Werewolf is the only human that has that dilemma, except a Veela or a Valkarye, and as he's neither dark haired, silver eyed, nor attracting hordes of men to him, well, not more than usual, I'd say it's obvious he's a Werewolf. God... poor thing. How long has he been a Werewolf for? Does Dumbledore know?"
"Yeah, he was bitten when he was four. All the Proffessors know. Look, Lily, you won't give him a hard time about this, will you?"
"What?! Of course not! The poor thing has enough to deal with without bigoted bastards treating him unfairly because of something he can't help..." Her face had taken on a darkened look.
"Speaking from personal experience?" Lily just flushed, her eyes becoming strangely bright. James wrapped an arm around her, and they were content to comfort eachother for a while.
"Wait a minute... Did you call me Lily?"
"Well, when a woman walks in on a man crying, that's generally the point they begin using eachother's first names."
"Oh. Okay."
"..."
"James?"
"Hmm?"
"Oh, don't worry. I was seeing what it sounded like."
"Mhmm?"
"Not bad."
"Mmm."
"Yeah."
A/N. I have come to the conclusion this will be one of those chapters you read once, then ignore every time you go back. I decided to show you all the true story behind Sirius and Remus' relationship, as well as some developments for the future.
Well, R&R! Love ya peeps!
