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Chapter Two: A Monthly Occurrence
Raising her chin stubbornly, she wordlessly pointed down the opposite corridor, refusing to give in to his puppy dog face. "But, Evans," the bespectacled boy moaned, "we're supposed to do Head duties together."
"Under normal circumstances, I would completely agree with you, Potter. But after that humiliating display after classes today, I need some alone time," Lily patiently explained as one would to a small child.
"But…" he began and stopped when she exaggeratingly motioned for him to go.
James sighed and glumly shuffled down the corridor away from his favorite redhead.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she lit her wand with a soft Lumos and began her Head duties, diligently checking every closet, classroom, and corridor for any students out past curfew.
In past years, she fondly remembered stopping James and his other Marauders from committing some sort of heinous prank on the student body. However, ever since James landed the position of Head Boy, it became more difficult to catch him at his foolish pranks. A part of her wished to believe he had finally matured and stopped doing them. But he probably was using some sneaky method to hide his pranks from her.
Bitterly sighing that Potter once more consumed her thoughts, Lily trudged ahead with the intent to complete her rounds and head up to bed. As she was about to turn the corner to the last corridor on her rounds, a soft feminine moan halted Lily in her tracks.
Squaring her shoulders, she prepared to break up the snogging couple and quickly stepped around the corner and unknowingly into the shadow of a stone column. Lily's voiced protest died on her lips as she regarded the intimate couple with interest. Cocking her head to the side, she wondered why she was hesitating.
James muttered a quiet, "mischief managed," and watched as the moving names slowly disappeared from the faded parchment. Solo Head duties were always simple with the help of the Marauder's Map. He could stand in one spot and see if anyone was out breaking curfew and even if students were, he rarely busted them, unless they were Slytherin. Normally, he would just head down to the kitchens and grab a quick snack before bed, but tonight he made a detour to Lily's current location, for if he was not mistaken, she was about to bust a snogging couple.
James quietly approached the corridor, mildly surprised that instead of Lily's scolding, he heard the tell-tale sounds of an all out songfest. Rounding the corner, his eyes widened at the passionate couple's display and Lily's rigid form watching them. A devilish grin graced his lips and he snuck up behind his new beloved voyeur.
He heard Lily softly sigh and move to walk away from the couple. James acted instinctively; relying on his Quidditch-honed skills to quickly tug Lily into his arms and silence her shriek of protest with a firm hand over her soft lips. Drawing her struggling form closer, he leaned so that his front was intimately pressed against her backside.
Lily stopped struggling; she knew it was Potter. Only James Potter carried that all too familiar scent of pine and sugar quills. She felt his head lower and slightly jumped when she felt warm lips accidentally brush against her earlobe as he lowly whispered, "That could be us, Evans."
"Keep dreaming, Potter," Lily sweetly murmured, turning her head to bring her face a mere inch from James as he chuckled and dropped his hand to rest on her hips.
Smiling at her answer, he lowered his gaze briefly to caress her pink lips; his hazel orbs shining with a roguish tint. A low grunt and what can only be described as a pleasurable hiss distracted James, turning his gaze to the couple, quizzically wondering what exactly the girl did to render that type of reaction. "Are we going to stop them?" James questioned, returning his gaze to Lily.
"No," she decided firmly, gingerly testing his hold on her and found it to be as vise-like as ever.
"Why?" he murmured, lightly running his fingers over her hips unknowingly.
"We're on the brink of a war, Potter," she whispered, sinking into the strength of his hold, "we'll all need good memories to hold onto and cherish."
Merlin I love this woman, his thoughts sighed as he tightened his hold.
Lily regarded him strangely, wondering at his silence. "What, Potter, no wise remarks about us making some memories together?" she teased, somewhat shocked at her cheeky behavior.
"Not this time, Evans… unless you're offering," he grinned, spinning her around and pressing her against the cold column, his firm body covering hers in warmth.
Rolling her eyes at his playful manner, she rested her palms on his shoulders to push him away when the couple's sexy moans washed over them. "How about we give that couple a run for their money," James waggled his eyebrows at her, tugging her hands to wrap around his neck, slyly watching the couple from their advantageous position in the shadows before letting out a convincing groan that made Lily flush scarlet.
His eyes crinkled mischievously as the couple froze at the noise, warily looking down the hallway. Hiding his laughter, James quickly buried his face into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in the light floral scent she wore with a smile.
Lily froze at the feeling of his lips innocently resting against her neck. Now that James' untidy hair no longer blocked her view of the couple, she waited for their reaction; gulping as another hot tremor raced through her frame when James smiled against her skin. Her gaze widened in shock as the couple continued their antics only much louder and with pointed looks in their direction. Obviously they didn't see the two Heads and had started what looked like a snogging competition of who made the most noise.
Not willing to be outdone by a pair of sixth year Hufflepuffs, Lily bit her bottom lip in concentration and let out a satisfied, breathy moan into James' wild locks, clutching at his shoulders tightly for support as she arched her neck to add more volume.
James froze and instantly hardened, nervously gulping at a strange thought. Did Lily Evans just moan with such reckless abandonment in his arms? He slowly raised his head to gaze into her eyes with open admiration at her brilliant move against the other couple.
Lily met his gaze head on with a playful twinkle in her eyes. Motioning towards the other couple, she flashed him a brazen smile and lifted her chin defiantly as if proclaiming them the winner. Smirking at her pleased expression, James rolled his eyes when the snogging couple began rustling their clothing and making faster, high-pitched noises. Scoffing at their pig-like grunts and squeals, he gave Lily a look that seemed to ask, "Are you ready for this?"
Without so much of a blink of the eye, James grabbed Lily by the waist and effortlessly lifted her up against the column, pinning her there.
Lily let out a shriek of surprise at his seemingly unnatural strength. Resting her fingers on his taut biceps, she sent a thankful prayer to Quidditch practice, curling her fingers in appreciation around his arms. James stepped closer to her raised body, causing Lily to jolt when she felt his warm breath wash over her upper stomach, so close to her breasts she started squirming.
Wondering if she'd hex him for this next move, he slowly lowered her down, sliding her soft curves inch by tantalizing inch down his firm body. Lily's eyes widened when she felt her knee brush against his unmistakable hardness. Realizing that they were no longer playing, she briefly wondered if she should stop this before it went any further.
All thoughts fled her mind when James stopped moving and tentatively pulled so her center was pushed tightly against his stiffness. The effect was instantaneous as they both let out ragged groans. Lily felt her legs wrap around his lean hips to pull him closer to savor the contact.
James slowly inhaled, bracing his arms under her own as she raised trembling hands to brush curious fingers through those rebellious locks that taunted her. She unconsciously brought his head closer with her ministrations and shuddered when he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point on her throat.
She felt her eyelids quiver at the sensation and let out another moan of pleasure, squeezing the inner muscles of her thighs around him to slowly thrust against him. James pushed into her more and languidly began to suck at the sensitive spot, occasionally nipping at the soft flesh.
Lily bit her lip and thrust against him once more, delighted when he returned the stroke, raising his head to gaze at her with lust filled eyes. Cursing the thickness of the school robes between them, Lily realized she didn't care about the other couple. She and James were going to win regardless, they had two years of built up sexual tension between them. Framing his angular face with tender palms, she lowered her lips to his, gazing into those hazel orbs adoringly.
She was quite shocked when James muttered a faint, "shite," millimeters from her lips and quickly lowered her to the floor, gently pushing her into the darkness of the shadows.
About to berate him for his callous behavior, she held her tongue upon spying the dark, evil eyes of Mrs. Norris at her feet. Cursing the damn cat for ruining an excellent moment, she raised trembling hands to her heated forehead upon the realization of how far she just went with Potter. Gulping at her wanton behavior, she doubted she could face him again without blushing.
"Hello, Filch," James called cheerfully, "fancy seeing you roaming the corridors."
"Potter, shouldn't you be making rounds with the Muggle-born, not lurking in the corridors?" Filch sneered at the taller boy.
"We were, but Miss Evans wasn't feeling well, so we stopped for a rest before heading back to our rooms," James supplied smoothly, running a hand through his messy locks.
Filch peered at him closely before shining his lantern onto to Lily's feverish-looking form. Mumbling something under his breath, the caretaker stalked off disappointed he couldn't give anyone detention.
James avoided looking at Lily, spying the couple trying to hide in the shadows. "Get back to your common room," James ordered and smirked as they scampered away.
Lily was regarding him closely, wondering what one says after sharing such an experience with one she's suppose to loathe. "Alright there, Evans?" he questioned with a wide grin, "I really need to get you into bed… you're looking rather hot and bothered."
"That was lame, Potter," she chided, breathing a sigh of relief that he breezily brushed aside any awkward tension between them, "even by your standards."
"Oh, Evans," James sighed dramatically, draping an arm around her shoulders, "what am I going to do with you?"
"Absolutely nothing," she stated firmly, stepping out of his embrace.
"Evans, you're not going to try and pretend that tonight never happened are you?" James softly asked, a thin veil of hurt clouding his gaze.
"No, James," she whispered, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips when he perked up at his name, "I won't forget tonight."
Grinning at the redhead beside him, the pair walked back to their rooms in silence, not noticing the consistent pattern of their hands brushing against each other as they matched each other's steady pace down the empty corridor.
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