Lessons in Etiquette
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male), and AU-ness!! Ye be warned
Author's Note: I JUST got home after nearly two months (I had a few days here and there at home) on a quasi-vacation with NO Internet and NO fan fiction-ing. Yeah. Murderous. But I'm back and I promise never to do that to you all again and…YAY! Furthermore, I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. I HAVE a plot line for this! It's on a tiny sheet of my notepad. XD Anyhooters, enough rambling, let's roll it. 'Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who thinks that I am the one…' Cheers!
PS. – Again, I'm SO sorry for the late-ness of this, it's totally only partly not my fault. I am posting this with my new, fancy shmancy flash drive XD
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Lily looked up at James and bit her lower lip in a decidedly far-too-attractive way. She seemed unconcerned by the fact she was still sitting topless upon the lap of a man she once swore she hated more than her period, but given the circumstances…well, she was allowed certain liberties. James however, was having rather a difficult time of it. It was one thing to have a topless woman you've been dreaming of shagging the bejesus out of for years on your lap when she's ready and willing to let you fuck her into oblivion, but rather another to have the same topless woman on your lap looking vulnerable and appealing and have the heat between her legs resting against your cock and not be able to do anything but listen to her attentively. Well, he was in a veritable state of attention deficit disorder to say the least.
"You know," he said softly, trying to ignore the fact he was still hard as a rock, "For this to work, you might have to actually say words out loud." He smiled encouragingly and Lily offered up a watery bland smile.
"You remember the end of our last year at Hogwarts, how no one wanted to leave King's Cross?" James nodded. "And how you said you'd see me around sometime hopefully, before Black came and told you to stop making a fool of yourself because your parents were here?" James nodded again. "Then how you asked if I needed a lift anywhere?" Another nod. "And I said no?"
"Lily I-" James began, but the redhead pressed a finger to his lips, and he instantly fell silent once more.
"I said no because my parents were going to come pick me up." A lone tear dripped from Lily's downcast eyes and she wiped at it furiously, not wanting James to see her cry. "So I waited where I had told them the week before I would be. But they didn't come. At first I thought maybe they were just stuck in traffic or something, or maybe something had come up and they'd had to delay an hour or two. But they still didn't come. …I waited all goddamn day, but they never showed up. Eventually, the station was empty and silent, and still, no one was there but me, sitting and biting my nails and waiting."
James looked at this young woman on his lap and his arousal was pushed completely from his mind. He was trying to piece together what Lily's parents forgetting to pick her up had to do with her quitting magic, but sat patiently for her to continue.
"I was so mad. I wanted to scream at them, tell them that they were rude for forgetting and that I should have just Apparated home to save them the precious time it would have taken for them to get there. All I could think about was how mad I was and why they hadn't come." Lily swallowed convulsively. "I don't know how long I was there…it must have been hours, because by the time I finally decided to leave, it was dark. I told myself I hated them for forgetting about me, but somehow I knew they wouldn't have just forgotten." Another pair of tears slid, scalding hot and salty, down her cheeks, and she didn't bother to wipe them away this time.
"I Apparated home, trying not to jump to conclusions." Lily sniffed heavily now, and more tears raced down her porcelain skin, tugging at James' heartstrings. "And when I got there, the house was…" The redhead choked on her emotions, emotions she had thought she'd successfully buried, and James took her hand, pressing soothing little circles into it. She gave an attempt at a grateful smile and he smiled back.
"The house was dark and empty and quiet," she continued. "Like I've never seen it before. I didn't know where anyone could be and I was scared. I thought maybe…maybe for some reason…You-Know-Who… But then the phone rang." She sighed hugely. "It was my sister."
"You have a sister?" James asked suddenly, quite forgetting himself. "I…I mean…sorry."
Lily shook her head dismissively. "She…she told me she had been calling the house for hours. I tried to tell her that I was waiting for mum and dad at the station, but she wasn't even listening. I remember her words exactly…I don't think I'll ever forget them." Her eyes took on a glazed, far-away look and she seemed to be immersed in painful memories. "'It's all your fault. Mum and dad died Lily. They got in a car wreck on the way to pick you up from your stupid freak school. They're dead because of you.'" The careful mask she had been holding in place crumpled as the memory faded, and the next thing they knew, Lily was sobbing unabashedly into James' chest and he was pressing her close, wrapping his arms around her, trying to block out her pain and yet knowing he was unable to. He couldn't shelter her from her memories.
"Shh…shh, it's alright," he murmured, unable to think of words to fit the situation. She shook her head violently, clutching him desperately as though if she let go even slightly, she would be ripped from the warm protection of his embrace.
"It's my fault!" she cried, her voice slightly muffled by James' shoulder. "It's my stupid fault that they're dead! I told them to come pick me up so I could see them without stupid Petunia there, so I could just see them in peace. And they were rushing…because I made them come and get me, because I just couldn't Apparate home. And while they were lying on the road dying and in the hospital, trying to stay alive, I was mad at them. I hated them, and they were dying!"
James wanted to shake her. This wasn't the logical sensible Lily he knew. "Lily," he murmured softly, and she looked up at him, the red rims of her eyes only accentuating the brilliance of their green colour. "I want you to listen to me. What happened to your parents was not your fault. Do you understand me? You are not responsible for their deaths. It was a freak accident, that's all."
"B-but they were rushing because-"
"Because they loved you; because they wanted to see you just as badly as you wanted to see them. Lily, you're a good person." Lily laughed rather bitterly, tear tracks still marring her face.
"You haven't heard the rest of it yet." Her voice was hard now, unforgiving, and the sadness that had filled her eyes at the mention of her parents, had dissipated into a blank nothingness that James found infinitely more disturbing than tears. He stroked up and down her back gently, willing her to go on but half afraid of what he might hear.
"After my parents died, my sister Petunia moved out, with her fiancé. I was never gladder to see her back than I was that day. In the two months she had stayed with me in the old house, she wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me. I could feel her hatred. She hated me, blamed me for every second for what happened and after awhile I started believing it too." Lily sighed and slumped a little, leaning into James for support, who welcomed the contact. "Once Petunia was gone, I just couldn't take living in the house anymore; too many memories. So I sold it, gave Petunia half the profits, and moved into a tiny one-roomed flat in a bad part of London.
"I didn't realize it of course, and I enrolled in Muggle university, and for awhile things were alright. But then the money started running out. My tuition was through the roof, and I wasn't working, trying to keep focused on my studies. So I took on a roommate; one of my friends from school. She was there on her dad's money, and partied almost all the time. We got along famously, but she proved to be the wrong kind of roommate… I got…caught up in her lifestyle. Started skipping class, partying all the time, binge drinking…"
Lily pulled back and looked down, unable to meet James' eyes anymore. "Then I started going harder. Looking for a bigger better buzz to escape from my now shitty reality. I did Merlin knows what. Whatever someone was doing at my flat, I tried it… There were times when I would wake up and it would be two days later and I wouldn't recall anything. I fucked anything that paid me a compliment or scored me a high. I couldn't stop."
James felt his stomach turn over. He felt mingled pity, sadness and (he hated himself for thinking it) a dollop of disgust at what Lily was telling him. "How…how did you…?"
"Stop?" James nodded, and cringed inwardly at the self-deprecating smile Lily doled out. "The same way anyone does. I hit rock bottom." Lily's arms had somehow wound up clenched tightly around herself, and James reached gently for her hand once more, pressing it and rubbing those soothing, never-ending circles into it again.
"Tell me," he requested softly.
"My boyfriend of the week brought a whole bunch of his friends over to do some lines." James didn't bother to ask what lines were. He didn't think he could handle knowing. "My roommate hadn't been home in days and so I offered to let a couple of the friends stay when it became clear that they were too pissed and high to go anywhere that night. My boyfriend," Lily spat the word as though it was nothing, "decided he wanted some. I told him…I told him I didn't want to. Not in front of his friends. He told me they wouldn't mind, that half of them were too high to notice anyway. I told him no again and he…he got angry."
Tears fell thick and fast from her eyes now, and James just kept rubbing those circles into her hand, comforting her beyond words. "He pushed me down," Lily continued, "and told me he always got what he wanted. He told me that some little coke slut like me wasn't going to stand in his way. I told him to stop. I said no, I fucking screamed it at the top of my lungs, but he just put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up before he did something I'd regret.
"I just laid there and let him do what he wanted. I just laid there and hoped…and hoped that I could die, because dying was better than living at that moment."
James felt tears stinging his own eyes and anger burst in his chest at the man who did those things to his Lily. He wanted to meet the son of a bitch in a dark alley somewhere and tear the fucker limb from limb. The redhead on his lap wiped her tears away, and although the moisture still beaded on her lashes, she didn't cry anymore.
"After that, I just left. I packed up a bag of clothes and what little money I had and got out of there. I hated myself for what I'd done; what the drugs had turned me into. I was on the streets for a few days, and it was really rough. But then I met Remus." A genuine smile peeked from behind the hollow deadness in Lily's eyes. "He was really sweet. Let me stay at the room he was renting until I got on my feet. He tried to tell me that I didn't need to pay him back, that it was fine, but I never let him.
The next fall I enrolled in medical school and soon after that, I moved here." Lily looked up at James now, and her gaze was hard and brilliant and he felt the rush of that strange emotion from before in his heart. "I know that if I'd never met Remus, I'd be dead by now. And…and that's why I have to fight for him. He changed my life and now it's down to me to help him. I have to get him out of there."
James sat speechless for several long moments, wonder, awe, pride at Lily's fighting spirit and her strength of will fighting for dominance with that weird, foreign emotion inside of him. "I'll do whatever I can to help you Lily. I promise you, I will do anything to help you and Remus."
Lily smiled shyly. "Thank you, but you don't have to do-"
"I do, Lily," James interrupted. "I have to." Then, as though he'd been run over by a freight train going a thousand miles an hour, it hit him. He was in love with Lily Evans. That weird, indefinable emotion inside him that trumped all others was love. He felt like shouting it from the rooftops. "I have to," he repeated, softer now, "because I'm in love with you."
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Remus lay on his back, his mind swimming with mingled hunger (he'd eaten the rest of his bread scrap hours ago) and legal mumbo jumbo. He'd read through the parchments completely at least four times, and it was all clear as day, that he'd made some punishable offence and was to be detained until his case file was reviewed.
That he would ever be reviewed was a fact he held little faith in, as by all accounts no one who'd been detained had ever gotten to the review stage. Remus rather thought that they just kidnapped werewolves at random to test horrible new potions and treatments to cure their 'disease' upon. It made him physically sick to even think about it, and so he hurriedly pushed the thought away.
Just as he was debating whether or not to read the stack of legal processed trees that had sent him here again to simply cure his boredom, he heard a soft rustling from Patrick's cell and turned to see the bright, luminous blue eyes watching him. "You had a visitor," the boy stated. Remus nodded. "No one ever gets visitors here," the boy said, a hint of jealousy marring his soft speech.
"Yeah, well he can hardly be counted as much of a visitor."
"You love him."
Remus sat up and looked at the boy. Clearly he had witnessed the passionate reunion. Remus shook his head. "No, we just… It's complicated. But I don't love him."
"You kissed him. You only kiss someone when you love them." And they'd done a hell of a lot more than kissing… Remus smiled at the boy's naïveté, almost wishing he could live in such a disillusioned world. Then his smile faded as he realized how brutal the boy's world must really be.
"You're right," he answered softly. "I do love him. I don't know how or why, but I guess I do." Patrick smiled the way children are apt to do when a grown up confirms something they've said.
Patrick's smile turned into puzzlement. "Why do you look sad? The person you love came to visit, you should be happy."
Remus disliked the questioning, but didn't want to hurt or offend the young boy, so merely shrugged. "He didn't bring any good news. We're fighting." Patrick looked politely skeptical (Remus found himself thinking his mother would be proud of such manners), but before he could press the issue, the sound of footsteps had Patrick shrinking back into his shadows.
As they approached, Remus soon discovered that they belonged to two people, one with a rather light tread, and one with a careless heavy one. Remus strained to see who it could be, but they didn't come to his cell. Instead, the pair, swathed in shadows, stopped in front of Patrick's cell. Remus' heart leapt into his throat, as one of the men stepped aside to allow the other to unlock the door, and into the yellowy puddle of light.
It was the same dark robed, greasy haired man with sallow skin from before! Remus stood shakily. "Excuse me," he said loudly, and the jingle of key searching stopped as the dark man and the man in shadow both turned to look at him. "May I ask you what you're doing?"
"You may," said the man in shadow, whom Remus recognized by voice to be the fat, ugly hatted man (who appeared to run things around here). "But you won't necessarily get an answer." He laughed a wheezy, unattractive laugh, but the long-ish haired man in black didn't crack a smile, instead looking at Remus as though he was some abnormality.
"I just want to know what you intend to do to that boy you're attempting to retrieve."
Ugly Hat laughed again, and made to say something, but the man in black held up his hand, and fatty shut up. "We're taking him to run some standard tests," the man said in a silky voice. Remus felt shivers run up his spine from it, but whether they were good or bad, he could not determine. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because if you plan to inject him with some unknown substance like you did me, I'm afraid I'll have to take issue with it."
The man looked vaguely puzzled now (it was hard to tell, as his face was quite emotionless). "Would you rather take his place?"
Remus bit his lips. He really didn't, but if it would save Patrick from even a modicum of discomfort, he decided he was willing to do that. Such a young boy shouldn't have to be subjected to such treatments. "I would."
The black haired man's eyebrows actually rose, and fatty chortled again. Remus hoped he choked on his own saliva and died. "Come on now Snape," said the ugly hatted man, as if his companion were trying unsuccessfully to con him into something, "you aren't actually going to let it fill in for the whelp, are you?"
But Snape seemed to be ignoring the man whose name Remus still hadn't caught. Instead, he was assessing Remus with his dark, fathomless eyes. Remus simply gazed right back, schooling his face into a mask of indifference. "Alright," said Snape finally, motioning to fatty to unlock Remus' cell instead.
Ugly hat spluttered momentarily, but Snape cast him a glowering look, and he readily complied, apparently not willing to go up against this Snape person's wrath. Remus smiled at the faint gleam in the deepest shadows of Patrick's cell as he exited his own prison, and followed the men down the corridor.
"Leave us," said Snape blandly, not even bothering to look at the fatter man once they reached the same room Remus had been lead to before.
"Now I may have allowed you to change the test subjects, Snape, but these are my facilities, and I'll be damned if I let you just dismiss me like an impertinent child."
"Then perhaps I should tell my own master that you are being uncooperative in this venture. The Dark Lord, I'm sure, will not treat you like an impertinent child." Snape hadn't raised his voice whatsoever, had barely even changed the inflection with which he spoke, but Remus could feel the authority in it as well as he could feel his body inside his clothes.
Remus had no idea who this Dark Lord fellow was, and he got the distinct impression it would be better to not know, but the look on fat-and-ugly guy's face made him happier than he'd been in days. The flabby cheeks and multiple chins all turned a pasty, sick looking white, and his mouth began to tremble.
"N-no! I meant… I didn't…"
Snape merely widened his mouth in the imitation of a cold smile. "Then leave us."
Remus watched wordlessly as the man left and Snape began preparing the syringe. "I'm curious," he said softly, not looking up from his work, "as to why you would do such a seemingly stupid thing." His eyes met Remus' again. And the lycan felt a thin thread of mutual respect stretching between them. "Allowing yourself to knowingly be injected with a potentially harmful substance, that is."
"I would have thought the answer would be obvious, Mr. …Snape is it?" Remus replied politely as the man tied the tourniquet around his upper arm. "I didn't wish for the boy to have to endure such a pain when I knew myself capable of enduring it already. In short, I cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt. Surely you can understand that?"
Snape paused in reaching for the needle for half a second before lifting it gently into his hand. "Prepare yourself," he murmured, ignoring the question. "This will prick a bit." Remus watched as the contents of the syringe were emptied into his plump vein and felt the room begin to spin. He looked up and caught Snape's gaze, the blackness of his eyes enveloping him as he drifted into unconsciousness.
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Lily stared at the man on whose lap she was seated. She'd had dozens; possibly hundreds of people tell her throughout her life that they loved her. Hell, she even believe a good majority of them, but never, in all her years, had Lily Evans had someone tell her they were in love with her. She was shocked to say the least, mingled with a fair sized dollop of disbelief. She had just told the man who claimed to be in love with her that she used to snort drugs and be a giant slag after all. James was looking at her rather expectantly, and Lily felt the need to say something. "I'm sorry?"
James smiled at her, that dazzling, bajillion watt smile that made women and girls of all ages swoon and kept rubbing those tiny, seemingly insignificant (though Lily would rather kick herself than have them stop) circles into her hand. "I'm in love with you. I just can't believe it's taken me this long to actually realize it."
Lily smiled weakly. This was James Potter! He was supposed to be being immature and pranking her and asking her out every five minutes, not telling her he was in love with her with that serious handsome look on his face and his blinding, swoon-worthy smile! The world had just gone topsy-turvy and Hell quite possibly had frozen over.
"Still not sure I'm understanding you. You mean to say that you, James Potter, are in love with, as in 'no-I'm-not-just-being-a-giant-berk-but-am-actually-in-love-with-you' in love, with me, Lily Evans?"
James chuckled, flashing his pearly whites again. "I am indeed."
Lily nodded, her mouth hanging slightly ajar and looking even more (if possible) dumbfounded than before. "But…why?"
James let go of her hand, and in the second it took for Lily's heart to plummet slightly, he was pulling her closer, his large hands on her back, warm and comforting as he pressed her to his chest. Lily sighed and leaned into the comfortable cranny between his neck and shoulder. "I don't know why to be honest," he replied, his voice vibrating slightly from her proximity to his vocal chords. "I just realized I do. It's hard to explain… Just, after you told me everything, all I could think of was how great and strong you are, for surviving, y'know? And… Well I guess I've been in love with you for a while…I just never knew it. If that makes any sense whatsoever."
Lily smiled, unable to stop the rosy blush that spread over her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured softly. James merely stroked her back. "I'm sorry I can't say the same about you," she sighed disconsolately after some time. James laughed.
"No worries. I understand. But if I'm right, and Merlin knows I always am, then you'll realize it sooner or later. Hopefully sooner."
Lily found her spirits lifting despite feeling guilty that she didn't feel the same about James. Deep down, she knew he deserved someone who was just as in love with him as he was with her, but if he wanted to wait and see, she would give him the benefit of the doubt. In all honesty, if she was true to herself, Lily didn't think she could love anymore. She had lost too much of herself. She wanted to care for James the way he cared for her, wanted to love and be loved in return, but she just didn't see it happening. Not to her anyway. But despite her deepest, darkest doubts, her spirits lifted, and a tiny, almost imperceptible sliver of hope coursed through her. Maybe she could love. Maybe she could give it a chance at least.
She snuggled closer into James' warmth, her body suddenly aware of its quasi-naked state and the proximity to a young virile member of the opposing gender and she felt the passion that memories had tried to quench rekindling. She felt safe with James; secure and protected. His heat was infectious, and soon she found herself unbearably hot, every point where they connected seeming to blaze with an invisible fire. She turned her head and pressed her lips into James' neck. "I want you to make love to me."
James, who had been absently rubbing Lily's back, paused, not sure whether she could possibly be serious or not. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if his over-sexed brain had imagined the husky murmur. But then Lily pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes, her pupils dilated with her need and her irises dark and cloudy with desire. James felt his cock twitch back to life. "A-are you sure?"
Lily kissed him, confident and sure, her tongue doing things James never thought possible to do with another person. "Yes," she gasped, breaking the scorching kiss. She sat back and reached for James' hand. "I want you to make me fall in love with you." Lily lifted his hand and kissed the pads of each of his fingers, letting them slide down the pale column of her neck, over her collarbone to rest on the supple swell of her breast. James hardly dared breathe, let alone move. Lily's mouth ghosted over his. "Touch me, James." Her hand fell away and his remained. "I want you to put your hands on me, your mouth on me…" She moved so that she could whisper softly and hotly into his ear. "Your cock in me."
James groaned involuntarily as their mouths met again, hungry and greedy now, tongues fighting madly for dominance. Hands pulled frantically at clothes, eager for the delicious friction of skin on skin, and before either of them had realized it, Lily was lying breathless on her back, looking up at James in nothing but her knickers. He kissed down her body, along the line of her jaw, and then lower to suck gently at her pulse point. Lily arched and moaned softly, spurring him lower to nibble at her collarbone and shoulder.
"Please!" she gasped, clutching at his broad shoulders, needing more contact. Her nipples were hard and aching and her panties were soaked through. James took a nipple into his mouth, pulling at it teasingly with his teeth as he grinned up at her, euphoric delight written all over his face, as his nimble fingers rolled its twin skillfully.
The redhead let her hands slide down the toned perfection of James' chest and stomach as waves of pleasure rippled through her, gently fingering the waistband of his boxers. Their eyes met as Lily's soft hands pulled the material lower and lower and James flicked her nipple over and over again with his tongue.
He grunted as his engorged cock sprang free, hot and hard against his belly and groaned raggedly as Lily's soft gentle hands stroked him tentatively. He released her nipple and kissed the underside of her breast. "Fuck, that feels amazing Lily…" Lily smiled softly and blushed and James felt his heart nearing explosion point. He panted and groaned against the soft silk of her skin as she teased him, his breath making her hotter and wetter and she wriggled beneath him, aching for contact.
The TV blared away beside them unnoticed as James' hand slid down the concave of Lily's belly, her breath sucking in rapturously as he slid a digit against her slit, caressing her through the fabric of her undergarment. "Mmm…please," she breathed, gripping his cock lightly against her palm and driving him half mad. James pushed her knickers impatiently aside and repeated his movement, mimicking her groan.
"So fucking wet," he breathed, more to himself than her. He felt his cock throbbing in time to his racing heartbeat and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He hurriedly divested Lily of her panties and slid a finger into the wet warmth of her, making her moan and arch into him deliciously.
"James…please…I need you…" Lily whimpered as he pumped his finger in and out of her, his thumb grazing her clit and making her yelp in surprised pleasure. It had been so long…
As her thumb rubbed over the slit from which James' pre-come leaked and down the ridge of his cock, several things happened at once. Lily's eyes clenched shut as she came hard around James' finger, unable to hold back from the combined pleasure of his thumb and finger, Sirius walked through the front door, looking morose and half-pissed already, and James felt his heart drop, as his best mate's arrival would surely spell the end of couch fun with Lily.
"Sirius," he stated as his roommate flopped into the armchair across the room. "What-?"
Lily's eyes, which had snapped open through the haze of the aftermath of her orgasm, immediately landed on Sirius. "Black! What the hell?!" she cried, hurriedly covering herself as best as one can while lying on a couch with someone over them.
Sirius waved a hand dismissively. "Calm down Evans, I'm not interested."
"What are you doing here?" James asked, hurriedly pulling his boxers back on and passing Lily her clothing. "I thought you were asleep."
Sirius shrugged. "I couldn't sleep, so this morning, before you got up, I went out. I…went to see Remus."
"How is he?" Lily asked immediately. Sirius looked down at his hands and frowned at a hangnail.
"He's…he seems to be doing alright."
"What do you mean, seems?" Lily demanded. "How is he? What's wrong with him? Tell me!"
James put a hand on Lily's arm and gave Sirius a scrutinizing look. "Sirius? What happened mate?"
Sirius sighed and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes sockets, watching as weird shapes and colours burst behind his eyelids, and then dragged his hands over his face roughly. "We didn't talk long. I gave him the parchments, and he saw what…what I'd done and told me to leave. So I left."
"You left?" said Lily rather harshly. "You didn't even find out what's been happening; what those bastards have been doing to him!?"
Sirius met her eyes miserably, hating himself more, he was sure, than Lily Evans could ever dream of hating him. "Yes. I left because he told me to. I've hurt him enough, I don't want to do it anymore." He rose and started towards the hallway. "I'm going to go sleep or something," he murmured, and hurriedly departed.
James looked after him worriedly as Lily bit her thumbnail, deep in thought. "We have to go see him," she said finally, and James trained his eyes to her face. "Remus," she added, in answer to his questioning look. "We have to see him. I have to see him. For all we know, he could be dying."
"I think Sirius would have told us if it were that bad."
"That's not the point though James. You said you'd help me with this, and Merlin knows I'm probably going to need your help getting in there. Are you in this or not?"
James sighed. He had said that… "I'm in. When do you want to go?"
"Now. Come on, get dressed. I'll meet you back here in ten minutes and we can Apparate out." Lily got up and dashed off to where her clothes from the previous day were (aka James' room) and left James, still hard and aching, sitting alone on his sofa. The messy-haired man sighed and looked at the TV. At least he could watch the telly for a few minutes.
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Author's Note: (WARNING! LONG ASS A/N AHEAD!) There! Another chapter done! AND!! I must tell you all about my good fortune! My brother bought a new computer (although he already HAS a laptop) and since he 'doesn't have room for three computers' in his room (nice, eh?) HE GAVE ME THIS ONE. I am currently in MY OWN BEDROOM typing this. Exciting, exciting, I know. This will mean faster updates, as I can write whenever I feel like it. XD Now enough blabbering, you all know what to do. Cheers!!
PS. – I know the smut this chapter was het, and while we ALL know I'm definitely a full out slash fangirl, there will always be a soft spot in me for het lovin'…it was the first smut I ever tried. More slash is coming though. XD
PPS. – I will be gone for the month of August, so if this isn't up for AGES, know I HAVE NOT forgotten it, I just went away for the summer. Thanks!!
PPPS. – Had to throw in a GINORMOUS thanks to Lauren. I LOVE GRED AND FORGE!!! I love them (and Lauren) the way a Fat Kid loves cake. That definitely made my week. 'Get out of my bathroom, you're not supposed to be here, this is my home not yours, don't disturb it…'
PPPPS. – (RIDONKULUS, I know, but…I have more 'splainin' to do). OKAY! So again, so sorry this is late but AFTER I got home at the end of August, I realized that my brother's Internet bill thing got fucked up, so I was kind of SOL for a bit, and when I last asked him, he said he's 'been too lazy lately to call' the other ISP provider around here, so I really have NO idea when this will be up. I AM SORRY!! Please don't kill me with sporks… Hopefully (fingers crossed) it'll be up before Halloween (clearly didn't happen). Or Christmas…or the New Year…oh dear…SHUTTING UP NOW!!