A/N: thanks to all who reviewed the first two chapters. Hopefully I didn't repulse you with anything I wrote. Well, read on!

Disclaimer: don't own, I just like playing with.

Weeks went by with no mention of my drunken night. I felt sure that the other shoe was going to fall soon though.

"Hey Lily, you have anything planned for tonight?" Allison asked me, and I jumped.

"Uh, no, why do you ask?" I answered as nonchalantly as I could, avoiding her eyes.

"Just wondering 'cause Sirius wants to do a double-date tonight," she responded, helping me right the bookshelves in the office.

"Mmmm," I said non-commentingly. She smiled, knowing she'd scored a point in getting me to talk. I should have known, I sighed.

"It would give you another chance at Potter," she wheedled. Okay now that stung. I wasn't asking for another chance at him; I'd already had it.

"I suppose I could go tonight," I said, fire burning low in my gut.

"Great; we'll pick you up about seven tonight," she said excitedly, jumping up off the top of the desk.

"Right, tonight," I muttered as she left. What had I gotten myself into?

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I'll tell you what I got myself into: it turned out we were going to a club to dine, which is one of the weirdest places if you don't like being stared at the entire evening.

Sirius and Allison were lip-locked the entire meal, while James and I were distinctly tongue-tied.

Then the club manager came out with our drinks, and recognized me from my dancing days, which were really to keep food on my mum's table.

"You know, we are short dancers this evening," she said, glancing at me. James looked at me in curiosity, and I blushed, remembering he had never heard about my double summer life.

"I'm not sure I can still fit into the costume," I said, looking at myself again.

"Oh nonsense, you're a witch aren't you?" she asked me. I'd forgotten it was a wizarding club I was at.

"Yeah, I am, but that's beside the point," I said, feeling that I wasn't losing so much by inches as by yards.

She looked at me, and I sighed, standing up.

"Fine, I'm going," I said and strutted off to the back. The minute I entered, I was thrust into the costume rack. I held up a blue costume to my figure and blushed.

The costume was skimpier than I was used to, but I shrugged and undressed.

The bra cups were almost see-through and didn't cover my breasts as much as I wanted.

The skirt had slits all the way to my upper thighs. As I started swaying to try it out, my breath caught.

In the mirror in front of me, another form had appeared.

I turned in shock, my hand rising to my throat.

"I was getting tired of waiting for you to return to the table," he said by way of greeting. I looked at the mirror again, and realized that he was now behind me.

I jumped as his hands wrapped around my hips, and I swayed unconsciously.

He smiled, and my heart literally stopped in mortification.

"Dancers to outer stage, I repeat, dancers to outer stage," said a voice over the dressing room intercom.

I moved out of James's grasp and walked toward the door. My hips were moving I knew but there was nothing I could do about it.

I danced for the next thirty minutes, taking breaks when I needed them. I looked out at the tables and felt myself gasp as I realized that James wasn't out at the table.

This can't be good, I thought, my body suddenly uncontrollable.

When my time was up, I practically ran off the stage.

As I walked to the dressing room, I wondered what James, Sirius and Allison were up to. I already knew James was waiting for me, but I didn't care too much what Allison and Sirius were doing.

When I entered the dressing room, my heart beat quickened. Since it was only built to handle two people at a time, I was the only one using it. And every one else was still dancing.

James was sitting down at the mirror desk, watching as I approached and I felt myself flush with embarrassment at my outfit.

He smiled as he turned around. I was suddenly self conscious but I didn't know why. James had seen me in far less…

"Lily, how about we find someplace far less conspicuous to talk," he asked, looking me up and down, heat flaring in his eyes.

I shook my head, sudden boldness filtering through me. I grabbed a hold of his tie and half yanked him to me. He came willingly enough, but I could still sense hesitancy in his touch.

"Oh, come on," I muttered, dragging him out of the dressing room and into one of the other back rooms.

He followed me as I shut the door and locked it, and stood with my hands behind my back.

"Well?" I asked him, using my head to signal that there was a bed in the room. He looked at it and smirked suddenly.

"I've got a better idea," he said softly, and conjured a chair. He sat down on it and looked up at me.

"Dance for me," he said. I really didn't want to; it would feel too much like what I used to do for money.

When I had dragged him out of the dressing room, I had forgotten what I was wearing. Now, I just did what came naturally in the outfit: swayed.

While I swayed, I started humming, keeping time with myself. My dance suddenly turned seductive and I smiled at his expression.

He obviously hadn't believed the manager as she suggested I dance.

Now, I dragged him out of the chair and pushed him onto the musty bed. He let me toy with him for a while, and then turned me so that I was on my back.

His mouth was inches from mine when he said, "You really are sexy in that outfit, Evans."

I pushed him, knowing there was no way in hell I would win, but having to at least try.

He ended up falling on me, knocking the breath out of me, and I found I liked it better sober.

I grabbed his tie and kissed him till I couldn't breathe anymore. Then he started attacking my outfit, needing help. I could never figure out how I'd managed to get into the outfit.

I unbuttoned his shirt and let my hands roam freely over his chest. He half laughed, half groaned as I continued to toy with him.

My top had floated off somewhere in the room and I had no energy to search for it. I was too busy with the sensations flowing through me.

"Definitely better without the alcohol," I felt the need to gasp as he played with my breast. He chuckled against my chest, and I felt heat pool low in my belly from the sensation.

"Yes definitely better," he agreed, before snapping out the light.

A/N: now, tell me what you think, just no flames. I find I hate those the most; anyway, enough rambling. Review!

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