A/N: Ok, before we begin chapter two, I just want to thank everyone who reviewed chapter one! I try to message everyone that reviews back if I can, but if I didn't get to or couldn't, then thanks! Also, I want to thank those of you who gave me constructive criticism. One person pointed out to me that my story was unoriginal. In response to that I will say yes, this type of story has been done before. However, those are the stories I like reading and so that's the kind I'm going to write. It's not going to be exactly the same as other stories, but it will be similar. There's no such thing as a completely original idea, and I will put my own twist on this fic. However, I understand if you don't want to read it because of this. Thanks!
Now, on to the story!
Lily was meandering aimlessly through the corridors of Hogwarts on her patrol. As a Gryffindor prefect, it was her job to patrol the corridors nightly to make sure there were no trouble makers about. She heard a gagging noise, followed by a girlish giggle as she passed by a broom closet on the fourth floor.
"Oh James, you're so big!" The girlish squeal sounded, and Lily could almost hear the smirk on the boys face when she said this. Smirking a little herself, she blew the door open to find one James Potter leaning against the wall with Elizabeth Fant, a bleach blonde fifth wear with so much cosmetic reconstruction no one knew what she really looked like, kneeling in front of him.
"Aw, Potter, you made poor Liz gag," Lily said, smiling a little at the couple. "That's too bad…" She walked slowly toward him, kicking Elizabeth out of the way, causing her to scamper away quickly. She got right up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I had heard promising things about you. I was hoping you could follow through on the rumors. But if giving you head makes a girl sick…" She turned around slowly and began to walk out of the closet.
Suddenly a pair of strong arms circled her waist and a gruff voice said in her ear, "You know, Evans, the best way to find out if rumors are true is from personal experience. Why don't you come back in the closet and I'll prove to you that they are?"
She turned in his arms, their faces so close that their lips were just inches apart. "I would love to," she breathed seductively, glancing down at his lips. "But I have to finish patrol." She slipped out of his arms and glided away. She threw him a quick wink before disappearing around the corner.
"You kissed him." Lily was back in her room, sitting on her bed flipping aimlessly through one of her text books. Whitlyn, who was standing at the mirror applying copious amounts of blue eye shadow to her lids, turned to glare accusingly at her friend. Lily rolled her eyes and stood up.
"I did not kiss him, idiot," she replied, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. "I know how to follow the rules. I just teased him. Isn't our motto live to tease?"
"Well, yes. But I was not aware that we were allowed to tease the Marauders. I thought they were off limits period."
"Where did you get that from?" Bradlee asked. "Those were most definitely never the rules."
"Whatever," Whitlyn replied before walking to her wardrobe. "What do you think? Purple lacy bra and matching boy shorts? Or the white thong and bra combo?"
"Does it really matter?" Lily asked. "Where are you going anyway?" Whitlyn wiggled her eyebrows suggestively while Bradlee answered.
"She's going to hang out with Rodney later tonight. And by hang out, I mean fuck."
"Ladies," Whitlyn said, grabbing the purple set and slipping it on, "I have had a three month dry spell. I'm horny as fuck and Rodney is sexy. He'll be the first conquest under the new jurisdiction."
"You are so strange," Lily said, plopping back down on the bed.
Whitlyn stuck out her tongue before checking her reflection in the mirror. "You love me regardless though, so I don't care if I am strange. So there, bitch. On another note, after your little tryst with James, if you wanted to change the rules to where we can have sex with Marauders, just let me know."
"I am not going to change the rules for that prick!" Lily replied indignantly. "James Potter may be attractive, but he's still one giant asshole!"
"What the fuck was that about?" James had just finished relaying the story of what happened with Lily to his friends.
"Look, mate," Remus said, clapping a hand on James' shoulder. "She's a tease. Always has been, most likely always will be."
"I know, but she's never teased ME before! Not that I'm complaining, although it would be a lot nicer if she followed through on what she starts," James replied, disappearing into his own world where he was in the midst of doing some very creative things to a very pleased, and very naked, Lily Evans.
"Listen, you can get any girl in this school EXCEPT for Evans," Sirius said from his bed. "Give up on it. I gave up on trying to shag Whitlyn like, 2 years ago."
"Sirius. I believe I recall you trying to get her to shag you at breakfast this morning," Remus pointed out.
"Well, I still like to fuck with her. And I just put it out there, just in case she ever changes her mind. But I don't actually believe in my head that she's ever going to actually go for it, and I don't really care. There are plenty of girls in this school that are ready and willing, and I'm not gonna waste my time on Whitlyn Combs. And I stay away from the other two out of respect for you guys," Sirius exclaimed. James and Remus were about to respond, but were cut off.
"They can't get involved with us because of their stupid rule," Peter said from the corner where he was sitting.
"Yeah… a rule is why they're not getting involved with you," Sirius said while Peter shot him the bird.
"Wait, wait. What are you talking about Pete?" James asked curiously.
"That rule that they can't have anything to do with the Marauders," Peter explained.
"How do you know there's a rule?" Remus asked.
"Because I heard them talking about it at breakfast this morning before you all got there. Whitlyn was talking about how bad she wanted to fuck Sirius and Bradlee and Lily went off on her about how he would take advantage of her and that's why they don't have sex with Marauders."
"You're a little bitch, Peter." Sirius threw a pillow at the boy, who squeaked and hid beneath his arms. "Why would you not tell me this before? I'll be able to get Whitlyn in bed, no problem, with this information."
"What happened to not wasting your time?" Remus asked with a smirk.
"Well, that was before I knew she wanted to fuck me. Let's face it, the girls a bitch, but she is fucking hot," Sirius stated matter-of-factly.
"I need a break from school work," Whitlyn whined, laying across her bed. She was killing time before her meeting with Rodney, which wasn't set to take place for another hour.
"How do you need a break? You're taking the easiest classes in the world," Lily replied. "You're not even in any advanced classes. Maybe if you worked a little harder, you would actually deserve a break."
"Well excuse me for not being top of our class like you. I can't help it I'm stupid!" she protested.
"You're not stupid. You're lazy and unmotivated," Lily said.
"Same difference!" Whitlyn responded. "My neck hurts. Brad, you know the drill, come on. Leave Lily here to struggle with the battle that's raging within her about whether or not she loves James." Whitlyn and Bradlee scurried out the door and shut it as quickly as they could, the resounding thud a clear indication that Lily had thrown something at them.
"What's wrong, Whit?" Bradlee asked loudly. The two girls were sitting in the Common Room, Whitlyn rolling her head around on her neck with a pained expression on her face.
"Ohhh my neck just hurts soooo bad," Whitlyn groaned, throwing a discreet wink in Bradlee's direction. Suddenly a pair of strong hands began massaging her shoulders from behind. A smirk rose on her face and a voice whispered in her ear.
"How's that feel, baby?" Sirius Black was standing behind her, rubbing vigorously at her neck.
"Mmmm," Whitlyn groaned. "Sirius, you're so good with your hands."
"That's not the only thing I'm good with," he replied suggestively. She cocked her head to look up at him, raising one eyebrow.
"I bet," she said, smiling slightly.
"So, where's your other partner in crime?" he asked, referring to Lily's absence.
"Upstairs in our room, probably day dreaming about how much she loves James," Whitlyn responded.
Lily was sprawled across her bed, trying to work out the confusing thoughts that were currently waging war inside of her. Come on, Lily. He's James Potter! What's not to like? He's charming, funny, sweet, sexy as hell… Please! He's James Potter! What's TO like? He's arrogant, conniving, vicious...
Lily groaned loudly, rolling off the bed and standing up. "I really need to clear my head," she said out loud. Grabbing a towel and a change of clothes, she went to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. Unfortunately, she couldn't help but picture a very naked James Potter in the shower with her. "I hate Whitlyn so much. This is all her fault! If she hadn't planted this ridiculous thought in my head I wouldn't be having this problem!"
She turned off the water and grabbed her towel. Using her wand, she quickly dried her hair and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before descending the stairs to the common room.
"Lily? In love with James? Did I miss Hell freezing over?" Sirius had stopped his shoulder rub to look questioningly at the girl sitting in front of him.
"Well, she won't admit it. But it's only a matter of time before they get together!" Whitlyn declared.
"And uh," Sirius' hand snaked its way up Whitlyn's thigh. "When are you and I going to get together?"
She smiled at him sarcastically before replying, "When Hell freezes over."
"Well lucky for you, it already has," he suavely responded.
"WHITLYN!" A voice echoed down the staircase, causing Whitlyn's eyes to grow to twice their normal size.
"Shit!" She got up to try to run, but a spell hit her in the back, making her freeze in place. A very disgruntled Lily Evans smiled sweetly at the occupants of the common room before dragging the frozen girl up the staircase to their dorm.
"Bradlee, you too!" Lily shouted over her shoulder before disappearing from view completely. Bradlee sighed heavily before following the two girls upstairs. When she got there, Lily and Whitlyn, who had been unfrozen, were standing across the room from each other, wands pointed at the other one.
"What the fuck, Lily? I was in the middle of getting a VERY nice massage!" Whitlyn screamed.
"Well, I hate you!" Lily responded.
"What did I do?" Whitlyn asked, completely baffled.
"You've made me question everything I believe in!" Lily screamed back. "You've made me think I might actually like James Fucking Potter!"
A/N: Thanks for reading everybody! I hope you liked it! Review and let me know!