A/N: So…. I know this is a really short chapter. But it took me a long time to decide what I wanted to happen in it and when I got to the point that it ends I felt like I really shouldn't add any more to it. So that's why it is so sinfully short. I apologize and I hope my dear readers will find it in their hearts to forgive me! I love you all!

"It's really not funny." Whitlyn and Bradlee were both lying on the bed, laughing their heads off. Lily stood with her arms crossed, glaring at her two friends.

"Wait!" Whitlyn stopped laughing, suddenly becoming very serious. "If you like James, I can have sex with Sirius."

"Um, no." Lily replied with an eye roll. "I don't plan on acting on these feelings. Honestly, I don't even know if they're true or not. You just got it stuck in my mind that maybe I like him! And I am EXTREMELY upset about it!"

"Whatever, James Potter is sexy. Who cares if you like him? Just go out with him, our rules are stupid!" Whitlyn exclaimed.

"They are NOT stupid, Whit!" Bradlee said. "The Marauders are not the dating type, and Lily would just get hurt."

"Please. As if James Potter could ever hurt me," Lily replied.

"Are you saying he couldn't?" Whitlyn asked. "Because I seem to recall our third year when you came back to the dormitory crying because a certain someone said you looked ugly one day."

"That's different," Lily defended. "I was thirteen. I was still in my awkward phase and very self conscious about myself."

"Ok, whatever," Whitlyn said. "I'm gonna go get a house elf to make me some hot chocolate."

"Why can't you just make it yourself?" Bradlee asked.

"Because I'm too lazy for that shit," Whitlyn replied, standing up and stretching.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be meeting Rodney?" Lily reminded her.

"Damn, you're right. Oh well, I can be late," Whitlyn replied, skipping out of the dormitory.

"Can you believe her?" Bradlee questioned. "After all her bitching about how horny she is and her three month dry spell she's going to put off meeting her fuck buddy for some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, I can believe her. It is Whit, remember?" Lily laughed.

"Huh. Good point."

"That's what Whitlyn told me." The Marauders were sitting around the fireplace in the common room. James was sprawled across one of the chairs, having been rudely awakened from his nap and summoned to come downstairs.

"Whitlyn told you that Lily was in love with me?" James questioned. "You are full of shit, mate."

"That was so mean!" Sirius yelled. James rolled his eyes and chuckled, lightly punching his best friend on the shoulder. Suddenly, they heard a voice echoing down the staircase.

"You've made me question everything I believe in! You've made me think I might actually like James Fucking Potter!"

"You know," Sirius said, "that sounded a lot like one Lily Evans."

"Damn, that girls voice carries," James said.

"I told you so," Sirius gloated.

"I don't believe it," James replied uncertainly. "They've got to be fucking with me right now. Evans has hated me for six years, why should she stop now? I mean, I know I'm unbelievably sexy, but that chick's stubborn. There's no way."

"I don't know," Sirius said, shaking his head. "She's got me convinced."

"I think tonight it's time to test the waters with little Miss Evans."

Lily was walking down the corridors on her nightly patrol, humming softly to herself when she thought she heard something. Suddenly, she found herself being pulled into an empty classroom and shoved up against a wall. Her hands were pinned above her head and a husky voice whispered, "Hey, Evans," in her ear.

"Pott…." Before she could get the name out, a pair of lips crashed down on hers. Before she had time to register in her brain what was happening the lips pulled away. "What the FUCK was that?" Lily could feel anger surging through her body as she struggled to release herself from the tight grasp that pinned her to the wall.

"I heard you, Evans," James whispered, kissing his way slowly down her neck. "I know you want this. What I don't know is why you keep fighting it." His lips made their way down to her collar bone. His free hand snaked its way up her shirt and began massaging her breast, rolling her nipple in between his fingers. An involuntary moan escaped Lily's lips and her eyes snapped shut. She felt James' hot breath on the side of her face as he whispered in her ear "Just say the word. If you want me to stop, I will." He placed another kiss on her neck and she moaned again. When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her, their lips inches apart.

"Fuck it," she said, before leaning forward and capturing his lips with her own.

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