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What was she doing? Lily Evans was most certainly not supposed to be snogging James Potter! Mentally she slapped herself, willing herself to pull away from the grip that held her. Somehow, though, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Being in James' arms just felt so… right. How could something that was CLEARLY wrong be right? Lily was beginning to get a headache from the war going on inside of her. She pushed all thoughts from her head, and focused solely on the lips that were trailing kisses along her jaw bone, on the fingers that were slowly unbuttoning her top, on the amazing sensations that were pulsing through her body. Her shirt slid off her shoulders and onto the floor. She snapped out of her reverie and pushed the boy off of her.

"I can't do this," she declared. A groan escaped the boys lips as he leaned his head against the wall behind her.

"Evans…" he began, but she cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Potter. Let's face it, things can't work between us," Lily tried to explain.

"You're only saying that because of your stupid rule to never get involved with a marauder," James stated, clearly irritated by the stubbornness of the girl.

"How do you know about that?" she asked suspiciously.

"Unimportant," he said. "The important thing is that you can't deny the way it feels when we're together."

Lily sighed heavily, running her hand through her fiery head of hair. "I'm not saying that I don't want to be with you." The truth was, her heart was attempting to break free from her chest and a voice was screaming in her head to grab the boy across from her and finish what they started. "I just don't think it could work out between us. You're James Potter and I'm Lily Evans. Our worlds are completely different. You enjoy countless sexual encounters with hundreds of girls and I enjoy…"

"Teasing hundreds of boys relentlessly?" James interrupted, a huge smirk playing across his lips. Those delicious, hunky, kissable lips…. Lily mentally shook herself before she let her imagination take her too far.

"Well… maybe just a little," she replied, smiling slightly. She ran a finger up and down his chest slowly, gazing into his hazel eyes. He shook his head and chuckled lightly, pushing his body closer to hers. She felt a hard, distinctive lump pushing into the top of her thigh and a smile played across her lips.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" he asked, his voice gruff. She giggled, kissing his neck softly.

"Maybe this could work. I'm not talking anything too serious… just some fooling around. And absolutely NO ONE could know of course!" she said. "Not Sirius, not Remus, no one." She couldn't believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Was she, Lily Evans, actually proposing that James Potter and she actually begin a relationship, albeit a purely physical one? She was going against everything she believed in.

James leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Are you suggesting a friends with benefits type situation?"

"A SECRET friends with benefits type situation," she replied, making sure to emphasize that this was to remain a secret.

"That's kind of kinky, Evans," James said, running his hands up and down her back, playing lightly with the hook of her bra. "I like it." She ducked out from under his arms, grabbing her shirt off the floor and putting it back on. A disappointed look flashed across the boys face for an instant, but was gone before it could be registered by Lily. She began to walk out of the room, but turned at the doorway to face James.

"Just so we're clear, this little 'relationship' will be on my terms," she stated, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the room.

"All I'm saying is, he's super cute." Bradlee said, while looking through Whitlyn's lingerie closet.

"Ok, first of all, I though Whitlyn was the slut, Brad, not you! And second, why do you have an entire closet devoted just to lingerie?" Lily lay on the bed, flipping through a copy of Witch Weekly, while Whitlyn tried to help Bradlee find something to wear.

"I take offense to that term!" Whitlyn protested. "I prefer… promiscuous. It sounds hotter. And I NEED the closet because you can't be caught in the same underwear twice. It gives you a bad rep."

"You're full of shit," Lily replied.

"I'm not a slut, Lil," Bradlee protested. "I just… I don't know. Collin's really hot and just trying to… live life to the fullest."

"Whatever." Lily chewed thoughtfully on her lip. It had been a week since her 'encounter' with Potter and she felt guilty hiding it from Bradlee and Whitlyn. But she knew that if she told them, they would get the wrong impression and be mad at her, especially since she had insisted that the trio not get involved with the marauders. She sighed heavily, rolling over on the bed to look at her friends.

"Hey Lil, I think I left my bag down in the common room. Can you go get it for me?" Whitlyn asked, glancing back at her friend.

"Is there a reason you can't go get it yourself?" she responded.

"Yes there is." Lily rolled her eyes, knowing there would be no more explanation than that, and got out of bed to get the bag.

James was laying in his bed, trying to get his head straight. It had been difficult, more difficult than anything he had ever had to do before, to keep his run in with Lily a secret from his friends. They told each other everything, it was part of the Marauder code. There were not secrets between the four friends. He knew he should tell them, but at the same time he knew that if he did what happened the week before would never happen again. He groaned in frustration, sitting up and mussing his hair with his hand. It was then that he heard a loud bellowing coming from the common room. He strained his ears in order to hear what was being said, and smiled when he realized who it was.

"JAMES POTTER!" Lily was standing in the middle of the common room, bellowing her lungs out, trying to get the irritating boy to come downstairs. She was standing in the midst of what appeared to be the aftermath of an explosion. After 10 minutes of incessant screaming, James waltzed into the common room, saw the red head fuming in the center of the room, and smirked to himself.

"What did you do?" Lily spat venomously, emphasizing each word carefully.

"You are so sexy when you're all riled up," James said, sauntering closer to her. He pulled her close to him, cupping her ass with his hands. He could see the lust building up in her eyes at being this close to him.

"You disgust me. Pig!" she yelled at him, before giving him a discreet wink and storming out of the common room. James looked around at the confused faces staring at him, chuckled a little to himself, before following the girl out of the room. As he walked by a broom closet, a small hand reached out, pulling him inside.

"Just so we're clear, I completely and totally hate you," she said, before attacking his lips with her own.

Her hands travelled up and down his back, feeling the taut muscles there. His own hands travelled everywhere they could reach before sliding up her shirt. Her eyes shut and her head rolled back on her neck as he began to knead her breast, rolling the nipple in between his fingers. He began to kiss his way down her neck, reaching the collar of her shirt. He skillfully popped the buttons open with one hand while simultaneously unhooking her bra with the other. He continued to kiss his way down her chest, latching onto her right breast with his mouth. He sucked, hard, and a moan escaped her lips. He pulled away, gazing up at her face. Her eyes were still shut, and her mouth was slightly open, allowing her ragged breath to escape.

"I think you like that," he said, a small smirk playing across his face.

"And I think that the other one feels left out," she managed to choke out. He laughed softly before giving her left breast the same treatment as the other.

He moved his way back to her mouth, covering it with his own. Her small fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off of him and onto the floor. Lily kissed her way along his jawline, sucking on a spot on his neck. He moaned and she bit down, hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned, pulling her closer. She could feel his lust pushing against her own leg and she moaned as the thought of him inside of her filled her mind.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside of the door. Lily grabbed her clothes, hastily putting them on. James tried to speak but she shushed him , creeping over to the door. She poked her head out cautiously, looking around to find the source of the noise. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the boy standing in front of her, still shirtless.

"If this is going to happen, we're going to need to be more careful," she said, walking out of the door.

"But just so we're clear," James began, "this is going to happen?" She turned to face him. He had put his shirt on, and was leaning against the door frame with an effortless grace, his signature smirk playing across his face. She smiled slightly at him before walking back into the common room and up into her dormitory.

"It took you an awfully long time to get my bag," Whitlyn said when she heard the door open. She turned around to face Lily, who stood there with a shocked expression on her face. She had completely forgotten the reason she went down to the common room in the first place when she saw the effects of the explosion, which she then realized she still had not gotten an explanation for.

"You didn't get my bag." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "But, lucky for you, I'm willing to forgive you because you just hooked up with someone. Who was it? I want details!"

Lily laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with her friend. "Uh… what- um… what makes you think that I- er… that I hooked up with someone?"

"Your hairs messed up, your lips are swollen, and your shirt is buttoned wrong," Bradlee stated simply, not looking up from the essay she was writing. Lily mentally cursed herself for not realizing these things before coming upstairs. "So who was it?"

"Um… I have to pee," Lily exclaimed, practically running out of the dormitory.

"So who do you think it was?" Whitlyn inquired, glad to have something to gossip about. Bradlee had been working on an essay for her advanced transfiguration class the entire time Lily was gone and she was bored out of her mind.

"James Potter," Bradlee replied, looking up from her essay at the girl standing across from her. They both burst into laughter at that idea, collapsing on the bed together.

"Yeah, that'll be the day," Whitlyn replied mirthfully. "Maybe when Hell freezes over."