Chapter 4

The next morning he found himself once again surrounded by tile and water pouring down upon his head. This was becoming old, showering two to three times a day. After going back to sleep last night the dream had occurred again. The water poured over his head as the image of her perk breasts under his hands came back into his head. The sound of her gasps of pleasures was burned into his skull, he would remember it forever. But the idea that was so absolutely frustrating was that how could even know if that was how she really was. It wasn't reality. He didn't know if she was really so fiery in real life or if she moaned in his ear like she had done in his dreams. He didn't even know if he would ever hear her gasps in reality or actually have his mouth on her body. He had never even kissed her and there was no way to be sure he ever would. It was all a dream and that realization was tormenting him.

Just as frustrating was how the dreams were becoming more elaborate, more creative, and more erotic. Before the dreams had never displayed Lily so openly, Lily's breast and lower region had eluded him and now he felt as if he knew the feel of her soft skin and the mound beneath her skirt. How they had suddenly become so much more visual was beyond him but all he knew was that this dream made him even harder, if that was even possible. And at this moment, the cold shower was doing nothing. The pressure inside him was more than he could ever imagine. He looked down and saw that his morning wood at barely decreased in side and he realized the shower would do nothing.

A few minutes later, he strolled out into his bedroom, the three Marauders sitting up in their beds giving him a very odd look, as if he were some unknown animal on display at the zoo.

"What?"

They stared at him for a moment before he asked them again. Sirius, the most daring, was the first to speak. "Were you doing what we think you were doing in the shower?"

James suddenly looked away and fumbled with his trunk. "What are you talking about?" he asked innocently.

"Were you jerking off in the shower? The same shower we all use?"

When James didn't respond they all emitted sounds of disgust or surprise.

James stood up quickly, throwing his arms in the air. "I'm sorry alright. It's just that this bloody dream is driving me mad! I'm thinking about her all the time and if only you had seen her last night in this fantasy… Well, you would be doing the same!"

They all looked at him for a moment stunned at his sudden outburst. Remus stood walking to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Well Prongs if this is going to happen, I'd at least like a clean shower before getting in."

He muttered a cleaning charm before coming back into the round room. "Prongs, I'm surprised to say the least. Since when have you ever had to wank off? We always made fun of those pathetic guys who couldn't get enough action to satisfy their urges. I mean it's just such a waste and especially coming from you. You get enough play to satisfy Padfoot."

Sirius smirked before adding, "Doubtful, very doubtful."

"Yeah but lately Lily is all I want and I doubt I will be tapping that any time soon."

"Prongs, I think you need a side project so as to… rid you of some of this frustration."

"Padfoot thanks, but no thanks. I would prefer to work this out on my own."

"Whatever mate, your choice I suppose."

James muttered a few goodbyes before strolling down to breakfast. The last thing he needed at the moment was the opinions of the other Marauders, who thought love could be found on any drunken night with any loose girl in any broom closet. Suddenly he halted in the middle of the empty corridor. Love? Since when was that an aspect he was considering? The idea had come into his head so easily he hadn't even noticed it. He quickly dismissed the idea of being in love instead for the thought of some eggs and soldiers. He quickened his pace as his stomach growled.

The day passed quickly, him going from class to class. His mind on nothing but you know who. Teachers asked him questions only to be brushed off and he thought perhaps he had lost some points for Gryffindor along the way but he couldn't really remember.

He seemed to stroll through the halls with his head deep in thought instead of on the women passing him in the hallways, winking and giving him the once over. The night was finally falling as he got ready to leave. His hair was especially messy this evening from his nervous hands racking through them time and time again. He grabbed his book and wand and headed for the astronomy tower so as to shoo out anyone there for reasons other than studying. The only one that would be ruining Lily's innocence would be him, not something she chanced to walk in on in the late hours. He arrived at the tower and much to his surprise found no one else in the circular room.

He spanned the room and saw the walls to be cold stone and covered by old tapestries. The walls were supporting old couches in three places, almost encouraging fornication. James always laughed at Dumbledore's supposed innocence, knowing full well he knew exactly what happened up here. The nostalgia drew him back to an especially steamy night in his fourth year when he had slipped up here with a rakish seventh year Ravenclaw after Halloween. At the time that was the best night of his life and he remembered recalling the story to Padfoot and Mooney the next day over breakfast, detailing how he had his way with her. He rubbed the back of his head as he recalled that it was in fact her that had had her way with him, as he had done whatever she had asked. But that was not now. Now was his time with Lily, and no thought of an easy Ravenclaw would ruin his night with her. He let his mind drift back to the room and saw the large Persian rug he had seen countless times before but refused to sit on. The couches were always more his style. Who knew what was on that thing. But the most alluring quality was the wide entranceway straight ahead of the door, which led to a balcony that gave one of the most incredible views of the spanning Hogwarts campus. And tonight it looked more amazing then usual. The sky was clear and there was a light breeze that added just the right amount of chill to a warm evening.

He scanned the land, falling upon familiar sights and laughing as he replayed memories he had had with the Marauders all across these familiar hills and fields. He was recalling a particularly funny event in which Peter had been captured by one of the giant squid's tentacles and was being dunked repeatedly in and out of the lake. He remembered the frantic looks on everyone's face while he and the other marauders laughed so hard they had fallen down. Of course, he was rescued by one of the professors and had escaped perfectly fine, except with wet shorts.

He was thinking of the look on Wormtail's face when he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned quickly to see Lily standing barely an inch away from him. They stood there for a moment before she stepped back nervously and announced that she was ready to study. He smiled and spoke the same words.

"Well I talked to Professor Snape about your review and he told me what you are going to be doing tomorrow so I planned some simple exercises for us to do."

"That, uh, that sounds great."

"Okay, well first we shall do this."

She began to drill off explanations of the exercises but he was again much too busy to listen. All he could look at once how the night breeze had excited her nipples to points that protruded through her oxford shirt. He could smell her hair on the air and her hair looked crimson in this light. He was even lucky enough for a strong breeze to come along a blow her skirt up slightly and show some of the beautiful skin on the same thigh he had wanted so desperately to touch the night before.

"So then, why don't we start?"

"Um, yeah, could you go over that once more?"

She sighed and repeated herself and this time James actually listened and was only once distracted by the fullness of her lips. And so they began the drills and he slowly got better at the charms. After about an hour of a few different exercises, he stopped and sat on the wall that made the stone balcony.

"Do you mind if we rest for a moment? I am plump tired."

"Sure but not for too long."

He smiled and patted the seat next to him just as she had done the night before. She cautiously sat next to him in a much too rigid position. He glanced her over and laughed inside at her own innocence. But apparently a grin had broke to the surface.

"May I ask what exactly you are smiling at?"

"Isn't it obvious? You of course."

She rose from her seat and stood in front of him. She looked somewhat frustrated.

"Yes? Well what is so funny about me?"

"Nothing. You are rather perfect in fact."

The strong glance she had held moments before fell to her feet at the compliment.

"James, I thought we were strictly student-tutor here."

"We are. I'm just being honest. You need to learn to take a compliment."

She scowled, sat down beside him once again, and said a quick thank you. It made him suddenly think about his own behavior. He suddenly felt so comfortable. Maybe it was because she was so on edge at his presence. She was anxious around him for once, instead of the other way around. He was more accustomed to this behavior, girls acting nervous around him. Or maybe it was just the feeling in the air. Who knew? But he had stuttered all evening before and for once what came out of his mouth was what he really meant. He liked that part especially.

"So how bout we work on the friendship part we had discussed?"

"What exactly does that involve?"

"Well, you do have friends. You should know."

"Yeah I have friends. But not any friends that are…"

"As handsome as me?"

He spoke the words so quickly that she responded saying, "Exactly."

He looked at her amused as she realized what she had said. She covered her mouth in shock and quickly blurted out words.

"No I mean, I don't have any friends that are men. But please don't take offense. I don't mean you aren't handsome. In fact, I find you very handsome."

She covered her mouth quickly again so as to stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. She looked at her feet and even in the dark light, James could see her blushing furiously. He was grinning like a fool.

"I think you are handsome too, in a feminine way of course. Lily, I think you're beautiful."

He squeezed his eyes shut, just waiting for the slap across the face. But when it didn't come, he opened his eyes slowly and saw her smiling. She was blushing even more and she was burning holes in her mary janes from looking at them so hard.

"James you shouldn't say such things to your tutor."

"But I can say such things to a friend, can't I?"

She furrowed her brow in concentration. She looked up at him and his gaze was stuck to her brilliant eyes. She was about to say something studious, he knew it.

"Actually a friend is defined as a strictly platonic relat…"

Her words were cut off as James placed a hand gently on her neck and drew her in for a kiss. As his lips touched her, he tasted what he had dreamt about for weeks. It tasted like peaches and sugar and he decided at that moment that it was the best flavor he had ever come across. He sucked on her bottom lip as he closed his eyes, being sure to remember every feeling he was having at the moment. His thumb gently stroked the skin of her cheek as his tongue slowly outlined her lips. He repeated this for a second more before pulling back to see a very dazed Lily.

"Better than I could ever imagine," he whispered.

As he opened his eyes he saw that Lily had still not opened hers and she slowly licked her lips, the same spot his had been only moments before. His forehead still touched hers as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him strangely and he spoke softly.

"I'm sorry Lily. That was completely uncalled for. I took advantage of…"

But the sentence never ended as she once again planted her lips on his and kissed him deeper than before. Her hand came up to rest on the nape of his neck and she stroked the soft hairs there, making him moan slightly. He realized suddenly that never had something so innocent ever turned him on more. He licked her lips carefully before parting them to roam her mouth. He gently prodded her tongue and she followed suit. He felt the soft hollows of her cheeks and his other hand came to rest on her lower thigh. He pulled away, allowing them both to catch their breath. The only thing he concentrated on was the quiet raggedness of their breathing, his eyes still shut tightly. He wanted to brand these memories into his brain. He felt her hand move slowly from his neck to his shoulder and down his arm to rest lightly on his hand. He opened his eyes to see Lily staring at him in a way he had never seen. Her lips were swollen from the long kiss and her arm was shaking slightly, being the only thing to support her body.

"Wow."

He laughed softly. "Just what I was thinking."

"I, uh, I…"

"Yes?" He grinned at her lack of words. He was sure she enjoyed it as much as he did.

"I, er, think that was a mistake."

Suddenly the flutes and harps in his head came to a drastic halt and he did a double take making sure he had heard her correctly. The look of shock on his face was blatantly obvious.

"Wh, what? Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry James but that, just then, shouldn't have happened."

"Why the hell not?"

He was getting angry now. The frustration he had been feeling for months now seemed to have finally found an outlet and now Lily was blocking him like never before. Why wouldn't she just look inside of herself and realize she loved it. Bloody hell, he loved it and he had never met a girl who hadn't enjoyed a snog with James Potter. He needed this damnit! He needed it! How dare she let him kiss her and then tell him it was a mistake.

But on the outside he managed to hide the emotion.

"Lily, admit you liked it. You kissed me the second time!"

"Me liking it has nothing to do with it."

"What? That has everything to do with it! What else matters?"

He was yelling now, and somewhere in between the kiss and the heated words he had stood and begun waving his hands on the romantic balcony. She still sat on the stone wall, calm and collected, the usual Lily exterior. And her reaction only made him more furious.

"James, I can't really explain it. But this wasn't supposed to happen. There are other things to consider like…"

"Like what? What the hell is there besides the fact that we have chemistry. I know you felt it. Don't lie to me Lily!"

"So maybe there is chemistry but I'm your tutor and you are my student so it just shouldn't happen. So we'll leave it at that. Goodnight James."

"Whoa, you can't just leave like that without explaining yourself. No fucking way Evans!"

He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her towards him. He leaned in and planted a kiss on her. He quickly deepened it, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he felt all of his frustration and anger go into the kiss. His hands slid down to roughly grabbed her butt, pulling her against him.

She pulled away first, no longer having a dazed look on her face. For once he saw anger displayed across her beautiful features.

"No James, this just isn't going to happen. No matter how good of a kisser you are."

He had a look of shock on his face for only a second, as it quickly changed to fury. She pulled away from him and walked briskly to the door. As the door shut, he could hear her footsteps quicken into a run. She was always running away from him.

He turned around abruptly and placed his hands on the stone wall. His grip was like iron as he let out a roar of anger, which could likely be heard across the entire campus. He turned and walked out the door, storming towards the Gryffindor common room. As he entered the room his three best mates were crowded around the fireplace.

"Ah Prongs, how was it? We saw Lily come back, she seemed more than a little flustered. What exactly happened?"

"Oh Mooney, I really doubt much happened considering what he's like around her. No woman would be attracted to that."

"Will you all shut up! I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to bed and not thinking about it ever again."

He began ascending the staircase as Sirius continued to speak.

"Oh Prongs, I'm sure the moment you enter that room you'll have no problem forgetting about little Lily. I have a feeling your night will soon drastically improve."

James only vaguely heard him and ignored the rest. He waved his hand behind him and stormed up the stairs to his bedroom. Mooney turned to Sirius, who was gazing up the stairs with a mischievous, knowing smirk.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, doesn't involve any of us. Let's just say we'll be sleeping in the common room tonight."

"Sirius what did you bloody do this time?"

He grinned and just patted Remus. "No worries mate. Let's get back to this homework."

Remus gave him a puzzled look before shaking his head and turning back to the scroll they were trying to decipher.

James reached the doorknob to the room and groaned. He turned it slightly and heard a noise coming from within his room. He immediately pulled his wand out, ready to cast a spell on any Slytherin that dare enter his room. He suddenly turned the doorknob and threw the door open to reveal something he was not expecting in the least.

There sprawled across his bed was a girl, no, correction, a woman. He recognized her as a sixth year Hufflepuff but couldn't recall her name. She had olive skin and black hair falling in waves just above her round breasts. Her body was thin and toned but her most alluring feature by far was her large brown doe eyes surrounded with dark, long lashes. And most shocking, she lay on his bed in nothing but her skivvies. James mouth opened as he struggled to find words. But it was she that spoke first.

"Hello James. I'm not sure you remember my name. It's Olivia. We actually met two years ago and I believe we had some kind of… connection one night after Hogsmeade. I was hoping you would remember."

He continued to stare at her blankly.

"But by the expression on your face I don't think you do. I'm not surprised really considering how many conquests you've had."

She stated this rather matter-of-factly and only then had James collected himself enough to speak.

"Um, I'm sorry I'm a little shocked at the moment."

"Oh? Why is that? Have you never seen a woman only in her lingerie thrown across your bed?"

She rose from his bed and began casually walking towards him. He stood his ground, scanning over her long, tan body. Her full breasts were held by a black bra, its cups covered only in lace, allowing for little coverage. A matching pair of panties covered her nether regions. James took his eyes off of her body and looked her in the eye.

"Of course I have. It's just I've usually had to seduce them first."

She smiled and placed a finger under his chin. She traced his jaw and slowly moved it down to his shoulder. She held onto his muscular body as she moved backwards towards the bed. He followed slowly.

"So what exactly are you doing here?" He stopped moving and stood planted to the ground.

She slowly let go of his shoulder moving her hand to his waist.

"Sirius told me about your predicament."

"What predicament?"

"The one you have with some seventh year. He said you just could not get your hands on her to save your life. He didn't know if you had the skills to handle the girl but he did know that she was tormenting you, in more ways than one. He asked me for a favor."

"And what is the favor?"

"Well I don't really consider it a favor since I would enjoy it just as much as you but if you must know he wanted me to… well… hand myself to you. He said you needed the exercise."

James scoffed and roughly took her hand off his waist. She smirked at his struggle.

"Has it been awhile James?"

"Not that long."

"So you don't need the exercise then?"

She placed her thin fingers along the bottom hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

"I get enough exercise with Quidditch."

"Mm, I can see that."

Her words suddenly reminded James of the dream he had with Lily and how she had also commented on his Quidditch sculpted body. Somehow this wasn't the same. Her hands spanned across his body and she lifted off of her toes to reach his mouth. Her lips were only inches from his as she came closer to lock him in a kiss. Just as their lips were about to touch, he turned his head, her kiss landing on his jaw. She grinned slightly and let out a small chuckle.

"I don't remember you being this difficult after Hogsmeade."

"Yeah well, I'm not quite as horny and immature as I was then."

"Well that's a shame. I liked your spunk."

She grabbed his chin roughly, pulling it towards her. They were face to face. She held his chin tightly as she raised herself to kiss him. As soon as James felt the contact his rigid body loosened up and he thought, "Oh why the hell not?"