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Remus struggled under the weight of a half-conscious Sirius. He had finally found his friend bloodied and broken inside a broom cupboard. He was locked in from the outside. Sirius's nose was bleeding badly but the blood from his cut lip had already dried.

His legs seemed to have escaped quite well except his left knee was making a clicking noise every time pressure was applied - still, Remus hobbled the two of them into the nearest bedroom he could find.

Remus couldn't call for help, in case the goons returned to find the both of them, but that didn't stop him trying to get the story from Sirius.

"So, run me by it again. You were running to get to James when Malfoy got in the way."

"Not jus' 'im," Sirius gurgled through a mouthful of blood. "Da frikin' gorillas an' Peter."

"Peter? As in Peter Pettigrew. Our friend."

"Our ex friend."

"I don't think you've got that right, mate. I think they hit you're head. What would Malfoy want with Peter?"

"Said sumfin 'bout 'istory. Said I didn't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Understand what I 'ad to tell James."

"Which was?"

Sirius thought for a moment. He looked at Remus sorrowfully, "I don't know. I can't remember."

"Was it important?"

Sirius nodded, still with a 'I'm thinking' look on his face.

"Maybe we should find James."

"No. Wait 'til morning'. I'm not feelin' good."

Remus waddled across the floor of an unused bedroom and placed Sirius on the bed. He tried to make him comfortable, but both boys' thoughts were else where.

James and Lily had left the ballroom a while ago. Their kissing had become more intimate, more passionate and James had growled in her ear too many times for public show.

They ran up the steps to his room, occasionally giggling and James frequently pushed Lily against the curved wall and tried to ravish her where she stood. They eventually made it into his bedroom.

The adrenaline rush gave them both a feeling of drunkenness and, due to the strange high they were now on, not even Lily felt embarrassed as James crashed them onto his bed.

They rolled around laughing as he tried unsuccessfully to kiss her. With a gleam in his eye, he caught her hands and wrists and forced her to stay still. He climbed on top of her, his knees on either side of her body.

James pressed down and kissed her. Hard. Lily had never felt so much passion in her life. Her began trailing butterfly kisses down her neck.

"Mmmmm…gods, James!" She called as he bit her neck, then blew on the bit softly.

"Oh yeah, baby." He got up and started grinding his hips into her. "You like that, don't you?"

The friction of her dress and his robes and just something unbelievably him was almost too much to bear.

"Oh James, soooo good, so good…" She moaned as he once again attached their lips together - not noticing him sliding off his outer robes and beginning to take off her dress.

"Mmmm…Lily…Lily" He whispered as she tried to sit up to help him get the dress off. They tumbled around for a minuet or two until, finally, the damned garment was laying on the floor.

The pair were stood in their underwear. James in his red boxers and Lily in her purple bra and knickers.

James moaned into her ear as she stroked him through his boxers, "I love it when my girl matches."

She giggled and as let out another raspy breath that tickled her ear. An idea struck James and Lily groaned freely as his hot, wet mouth closed around her earlobe.

"You like that, don't you?"

"God…yes!"

James's fingers itched as she unknowingly lifted her hips - her body desperate to meet some force that would dampen the fire in her. James shifted so Lily was in front of his, her back resting on his chest, her legs on the inside of his. Her hands wove their way behind her, grasping for the hardness she had been pleasuring.

"No," James laughed into her ear. "Not tonight. Tonight - just you. Just you, my love."

Lily shook and groaned uncontrollably as his tanned fingers buried deep inside her knickers. She was dripping wet and ready for him. Slowly, unsure of whether she was a virgin, James entered one finger.

She called out his name and gasped as a second entered, filling her, completing her. James moaned as she leant back and applied pressure of his shaft. Already he could feel his brain losing blood to the south of him.

As the third finger entered her, Lily cried out as never before. It was then that James realized, as he stroked the inside of her, that he had hit her sweet spot. It was time for him to take advantage of that.

Her brushed past the spot, leaving Lily writhing in pleasure, only to walk his fingers back over it. She purred loudly as he exercised his three digits on that place. She tossed and turned in front of him.

She was getting closer and he knew it. James also knew that tonight would be enough for her, but he still had a huge hard-on and she defiantly wasn't going any where soon.

He gently turned her around and pushed her backwards, so she fell onto the bed. With difficulty he got up and Lily, trying to get her breathing back to normal but failing miserably, was tugged towards him by her hand.

She was pressed to his chest when James suddenly turned around.

"God, I want you so bad."

"Take me then," Lily said in a small, panting voice. Her back hit the bedpost behind her.

James shook his head.

"No, too much. Too much. Just…I just…I need…"

With that he lifted her up and her long legs clung to his hips. He ground himself into her, earning a moan from both of them.

"Oh James, I won't stop you…just…don't stop!"

"No." He remained adamant as he felt his balls tighten.

"Yes!"

"Oh gods, Lils!"

"Mmmm!"

"I love you! You know that?"

"Oh gods, yes! I love you too…"

They both gasped and shuddered as their orgasms shook them. Falling from the bedpost they tumbled on to the bed where James stayed on top of Lily.

He convulsed, shouting her name and how much he loved her. Lily became wracked with shrieks of pleasure as James slowly felt the tightness uncoil. Minuets passed, they seemed like days, but James's seed was still flowing.

They stayed like that for a while. Both of them were breathing heavily, panting but trying to make some sort of sound. Lily was so damp she felt like she'd just been dropped into a pool and James was now limp but still leaking a slow drizzle of cum.

They fell asleep as midnight chimed. Just before escaping the awake world, James pulled a blanket over them and Lily - now just seconds away from sleep - snuggled into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her and they fell into dreams containing only the two of them.