Chapter Nine

Lily and James got off of the Hogwarts Express and James began to search around for his parents. Lily spotted a couple, waving madly at them. She tapped James' shoulder and pointed. James face broke out into a grin. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward them. His parents enveloped him in a hug. When they released him after a moment.

"And you must be Lily," James' mother said, turning to her."

"James didn't do you justice!" His father said. Lily blushed crimson.

"Thank you Mr. Potter," she said shyly.

"Whats with this Mr. Potter nonsense. Its Harold,"

"I'm Diane," James' mother said, hugging Lily. "Apparently Potter men take to red-heads," Diane remarked, referring to Lily's hair.

"Where's Sirius?" Asked Harold. James' face darkened significantly.

"He won't be coming with us," He told his father. Harold's face twisted into confusion, but he could tell that now was not the time to talk about it.

When they arrived at James' house Lily was in awe.

"This is where you live?" She asked incredulously. James shrugged.

"Yeah. It's not that big of a deal," He said non-chalantly. Lily's eyes widened.

"What do you mean 'It's not that big of a deal'? You live in a mansion!" she exclaimed as they walked up the drive. Lily was speechless when they saw the inside of the house. The floor was made of black marble and had a persian rug near the entrance way. The walls were lined with dozens of what Lily presumed were family portraits. One of these portraits were of James' parents and a very young James. Lily guessed that he was about five years old. There were three sets of French doors, one set of which were open. Lily looked through the open doors into the living room. This room was carpeted and had a stone fireplace blazing. There was an over-stuffed couch and a chair to match. A mahogany coffee table stood in front of the couch. James smirked at Lily's reaction to his house.

"Come on Lily," James said. "I'll show you to your room," All Lily could do was nod and follow him through the French doors straight ahead and up a grand marble staircase. James led her down a series of corridors, all of which were lined with ornate lanterns and portraits of family members. Finally, James stopped in front of an oak door. He turned the knob and pushed it open. Lily nearly fainted at the sight of her bedroom. The walls were painted lime green color and the carpet was a paler shade of the walls. The satin comforter on her four poster queen sized bed was forest green and the dozen pillows varied from white to different shades of green. Her suitcases which had already been brought up looked like crap compared to the bedroom. Lily noticed the white dresser and vanity table in two corners of her room. Two doors on opposite walls she assumed were a closet and a bathroom. Lily opened the door to her left and revealed a walk in closet fit for a princess. She was almost scared to open the other door. She reached for the door knob and pulled open the door. The bathroom was pure white marble from the floor, to the jacuzzi bathtub, to the sink to the toilet to the ceiling. Lily really couldn't say a word. So she did the only thing that she could manage. She turned to James, who had been following her the whole time, and kissed him. Hard. When she pulled away, she was grinning.

"So I take it you like it?" James said, grinning back. Lily finally found her voice.

"I love it!" She said kissing him again. James followed Lily back into her room and she began to unpack her stuff. James pulled something out of her duffel bag and held it up.

"Nice," he said teasingly. Lily turned around to see what he meant and she saw him holding up a red and black lace thong. Lily blushed crimson as she snatched it from his grasp.

"Thank you," she snapped, still blushing. She finished unpacking everything and looked around, admiring the room again.

"Come on, you want a tour?" James asked. Lily nodded and followed him out of the room. He led her outside, into the gardens where he picked a white lily and placed it behind her ear. They walked outside on the terrace and on the patio. They went back inside and he gave her a tour of the whole first floor. Behind the third set of French doors was a dining room, where everything was made of black marble and mahogany. On the second floor, there was a rec room, a study and a few bedrooms including his parents'. On the third floor were more bedrooms including Lily's and his own. The last stop was James' bedroom. It was a typical boys room. Slightly messy, with books and clothes strewn around. Posters of quidditch players graced the blue walls. Lily sat down on the unmade bed and looked around.

"Nice. If not slightly messy," Lily smiled and stretched out on his bed. James came over and sat down next to her. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Lily pulled away and looked into his dancing hazel eyes and smiled. She kissed him again, this time pulling him on top of her. Their mouthes moved together slowly but hungrily. James slipped his hand under her sweater and caressed her breast. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"James?" Diane's voice filtered through the door.

"Damn!" He muttered. Lily giggled softly as she readjusted her shirt. "Yes mum?" James called.

"Bring Lily down to the living room so we can talk to her,"

"Alright mum!" James sighed as his mother walked away. He stood up and held out a hand for Lily. Lily gratefully took it and pulled herself up.

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"So you're a muggle born?" Was Harold's first question.

"Dad!" James exclaimed.

"What? I'm just asking," Harold said. Lily smiled and nodded.

"Yes I am," she said.

"What's it like? You know, to live without magic?" He asked eagerly. Lily laughed to herself.

"Well, its the same as here just without magic and a lot less extravagant," she told him.

"How can you survive without magic?" Diane interjected. Lily shrugged.

"Well I grew up that way. Until I turned eleven, it was the only life I ever knew," The evening went on with several more questions. Lily was freed at 9:00 after three hours of interrogation.

"Sorry about that," James said sheepishly when they were up in her room. "It's just you're the only girl I've ever brought home," Lily was in shock.

"Really?" James nodded.

"Yeah. You were the only one worth it," Lily blushed and looked down at the pale green carpet. James lifted her chin and kissed her softly. James pushed her gently down on the bed. Lily raised her hands and entangled them in James unruly hair. James pushed Lily's sweater up and over her head, exposing her abdomen. He unclasped her bra and threw it to the other side of the room. His mouth left hers and traveled down her jawbone and her neck. He left wet open mouthed kisses on her torso and stomach. Lily giggled when he blew a rasberry on her belly. James sat up and removed his shirt and jeans. Lily's skirt was next. Lily's hands went down to the hem of his black silk boxers and pushed them off of him exposing his erect manhood. James finished the task of removing the undergarments from his body. Next was Lily. He grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down painfully slowly. So slowly that Lily cried out in protest. When the underwear were discarded, James pushed himself into her, causing her to emit a soft moan. The two moved together slowly at first, but gained speed as they went on. They moaned each others names periodically. James felt Lily began to clench around him, signalling that she was about to climax. Lily screamed as she came, causing James to spill himself into her. They lay together for a moment, revelling in the moment. Then James pulled out of her.

"I hope your parents didn't hear us, we were kind of loud," Lily said as she stroked James dark hair.

"Nah, they're still downstairs," He told her. That was a comforting thought.

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