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Chapter Three: An Unforgettable Vision
Letting out a groan of annoyance at the persistent beam of sunlight focusing on his face at this ungodly hour of the morning, James lazily propped his lean frame up, relying on the strength of his forearms. Rubbing a warm hand over his pillow creased face; he ungracefully rolled out of his four-poster bed, tripping over random articles of clothing in his private Head Boy room as he stumbled towards the bathroom. Opening the door quickly in his earnest desire to take a shower, the vision before him stopped the young man in his tracks.
Raising his hazel eyes quickly towards the ceiling, he silently thanked the powers that be who decided Heads should share a bathroom. Muttering a faint curse under his breath for not having his glasses, James squinted to get a better view of Lily's barely covered form. His dark gaze slowly traveled up her long, pale legs, toned, curvy waist, and soft, round breasts covered by the shortest gold negligee he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Letting out a slow wolf whistle, James finally raised his gaze to meet her heated glare. "Fancy meeting you here, Evans," James grinned as his gaze once more swept over her body.
Clenching her jaw in suppressed anger, she opened her mouth to shout at him but changed her mind, tugging her short nightwear farther down only to have it slink back up with a mind of its own. "Ever heard of knocking, Potter?" she coolly asked, turning away from him to reach for her toothbrush, vigorously scrubbing her pearly whites, praying to God that her blush would fade.
"Nice sleepwear," he smirked, stepping closer while clasping his hands behind his back, they were just itching to feel the smooth silk and soft flesh of the Head Girl.
"Thank you," Lily replied frostily, spitting out the toothpaste and gargling with a mouthwash.
Clenching her lids tightly, she tried to block out the image of Potter standing there in those maroon boxers which complimented his toned, tan body. His warm hazel eyes were clearly visible without the presence of his glasses, and that lovely tousled lop of black he had the nerve to ruffle and call his hair. Ignoring the fluttering sensations rocking through her body her emerald eyes opened to watch him closely.
"Evans," James choked out, his eyes widening slightly, "is that number you're wearing transparent?"
"Certainly not," she gurgled through her mouthwash.
"Bugger, that must be my imagination taking over what I can't see clearly," he cursed under his breath before a smirk blossomed on his tempting lips as he sweetly asked, "would you promise not to leave if I dash back for my glasses?"
Spitting out the mouthwash, Lily muttered a terse, "No," as she grabbed her face wash and smoothed the soap over her skin, scrubbing softly to remove what sleep induced grime her face collected overnight.
Politely asking him to leave, she tried the patient, mature stance for this embarrassing meeting. Taking his silence as an affirmation of his departure, she bent down to wash the soap off her face, barely hearing the sharp intake of breath over the running faucet.
Whipping around angrily, the water on her face flew off in random directions, splashing a few drops on James' stupefied expression. Licking his lips nervously, he gulped before tentatively asking, "You wear matching knickers?"
Letting out an enraged cry, screaming patience and maturity be damned, the livid redhead grabbed James by the scruff of his neck and unceremoniously threw him out of the bathroom. Fastening his sprawled figure with one last glare, she slammed the door and cringed at his request to hurry up for he needed to take a cold shower after that lovely display. Groaning in aggravation, Lily stomped to her room to get dressed and ready for classes. Though with the way her morning had begun, she had low expectations for the rest of the day.
"Unbelievable," Lily bitterly muttered under her breath, glaring at the boy beside her.
She didn't know who had it out for her, but why today, after that horrid display in the bathroom, did she get paired up with Potter in Transfiguration? Not that the Head Girl had any other choice. As soon as Professor McGonagall said, "Pairs," Potter seemed to materialize into the seat next to her with that stupid grin on his face.
Glaring at the lack of space between their seats, Lily moved her chair to closer to her corner of the table to put some room between them. James glanced at the increased space between them with a smile, scooting his chair closer to hers. And so the pair continued to move their chairs much to the class's amusement and Professor's frustration until they stopped with Lily pressed against the corner and James directly next to her.
Sighing at the pair's antics, Minerva McGonagall flicked her wand and their chairs moved back to their original positions. Giving them both a stern glare before beginning class.
Lily dutifully pulled out a piece of parchment and jotted neat, descriptive notes. Licking her quill thoughtfully, she paused over the particular wording of a definition when a messy scrawl magically appeared on her notes. Squinting at the indecipherable handwriting, she could barely make out the words, I think I've changed my mind about becoming an Auror.
Lifting a brow quizzically at the random statement, she stole a side-glance at Potter beside her to find he was diligently writing his notes. Shrugging the sentence off, she continued with her notes only to be interrupted once more with the messy scrawl, I've decided to become a Seer.
Shaking her head in confusion, she stole glances at her classmates to find who had bewitched her parchment before she hesitantly writing back, 'Why?'
I have the gift, the scrawl answered.
'How do you know?' Lily's elegant writing asked, peering at Potter who was currently raising his hand to answer a question.
The instant reply to her question drew her gaze back to her notes. My inner eye tells me you're wearing gold, lace knickers under your uniform.
Forgetting where they were, Lily turned and roughly slapped Potter upside the back of his head. "Miss Evans!" McGonagall's shrill voice pierced through the silent class, "That was unnecessary violence. Ten points from Gryffindor for attacking a student and interrupting Mr. Potter's first voluntary participation all term."
Lily flushed a deep scarlet and stared dejectedly at her notes, silently cursing them for her bad luck. James' warm breath in her ear startled her from her reverie as he murmured, "Don't worry, love, I'll win those points back at our next Gryffindor match."
"Mr. Potter, ten points from Gryffindor for undoubtedly provoking Miss Evans for her actions," the Professor snapped, eying him with disapproval.
"Aw, Minny, don't be like that," James pouted, smirking when a hint of a smile graced her thin lips.
Relieved that the attention of the class was no longer focused on her, Lily pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and tasked herself to work. The appearance of Potter's messy scrawl caused her to huff in annoyance, Go out with me, Evans.
Ignoring him, she continued her notes around his sentence. I can't stop thinking of you. You're always on my mind.
Glaring at his persistence, she drew a dark line through his sentence resuming her notes. All day I've been picturing those long legs of yours…
Lily paused in her notes, gulping in apprehension as she awaited his next words. And the way they wrapped tightly around me during rounds last month.
A faint blush stained her cheeks as she was reminded of that night that seemed ages ago and yet still burned vivid images in her mind. Merlin you tasted so sweet.
Lily dropped her quill at his last statement, picking it up with shaking hands. You don't realize how much I want to continue where we left off.
She felt James shift in his seat, pressing his leg onto hers. She could feel the heat radiating off his trousers, searing against her bare legs. Reaching down to tug her thick robes over her thighs, she struggled but could not get the material to serve as a buffer between her and Potter. A strong hand wrapped around her wrist, stilling her movements. She felt his lean fingers tuck her robe out of her grasp, reaching down to considerately cover her bare thigh. His warm digits seemed to brand her as they slowly trailed down to her inner thigh, tugging the robe into place.
At the sudden absence of his hand, Lily let out a pent up breath of air she didn't realize she had been holding and shivered as a wave of goose bumps spread over her body when her mind conjured other scenarios for why Potter's hand would be on her thigh.
Another sloppy sentence appeared on her parchment, drawing her bright gaze downwards, Cold, Evans? Cause I can think of a few ways to warm you.
The promise caused Lily to bite her lip at the thought as she locked gazes with the young man beside her. James gazed at her lovingly, raising his hand to rest lightly on top of hers as he whispered, "Go out with me, Evans?"
Lily gazed at him in wonder, her mouth slightly agape before a soft smile settled over her features. She opened her mouth to reply when reality came crashing down in the form of a very put out Transfiguration Professor. "Mr. Potter! Miss Evans! May I ask what has been so important that you've ignored my lecture and spent the entire time passing notes?" McGonagall shrieked in outrage.
The couple froze in horror, neither able to come up with a good excuse. "Have no fear, Professor, I'll get to the bottom of this unruly behavior," a deep voice shouted from behind the pair as Lily's parchment magically levitated and flew into the awaiting hands of Sirius Black.
Standing up to give the class of better view of his upcoming performance, the handsome student quickly skimmed her notes, lifting an eyebrow in astonishment at the pair. Clearing his throat, he began in a boisterous tone, "Go out with me, Evans."
The class erupted into laughter, they knew exactly where this conversation was going. "Yes, James, I'd love to!" Sirius continued in a high-pitched voice.
The laughter subsided as the class listened closely to figure out if this was real or not. "Care to meet me at our secret lover's spot so you can have your way with me, you randy woman you!" Sirius continued, mockingly ruffling his hair.
The class went into an uproar, James sat there grinning like a fool over all the attention, Lily turned a beet red at the false statement, McGonagall, however, was not amused and yelled for the class to quiet down and for Black to hand the parchment over. Yet the Professor was still ignored as Sirius continued, switching into his 'Lily voice,' "Why yes James, I promise to be gentle this time."
"Oh, this is ridiculous," Lily fumed, pointing her wand at Sirius and muttering a quick, Silencio.
Sirius continued his elaborate monologue, oblivious to his lack of voice. "Lily," James tutted, waving his wand at his best mate with a quick Sonorus, "don't be such a priss."
Sirius was in the middle of a sentence and grinned in his girl voice, "I know James, but Sirius is a much better kisser."
Groaning at the direction the class was heading, Lily flicked Potter on the shoulder and ordered, "Potter, control your friend!"
"Padfoot!" James shouted, grinning like a fool, "Cut the theatrics, my kisses are loads better than yours."
"Really, Prongs, I doubt that, I say we take a poll," Sirius smirked, gesturing to the beaming females around him.
"This foolish behavior will stop right here," McGonagall ordered and with a swish of her wand, the parchment floated to her rigid form.
James and Lily's eyes widened at the thought of McGonagall reading the private notes. Without thinking, they both flicked their wands simultaneously, causing the parchment to catch flame and turn to ash as it landed in the Professor's hand.
Dark eyes blazing behind her spectacles, McGonagall decreed a loud, "Detention!" at the pair.
Lily sank into her chair dejectedly, glaring at Potter. Her first detention ever and it had to occur while she held the title of Head Girl. Muttering under her breath about Potter being a stupid prat, she tuned out the rest of the Professor's scolding, frowning at the satisfying smile on Potter's lips. She recognized that smile all too well; Potter was up to something.
A/N: Tada! Chapter 3. Things are getting steamy... hmm, I wonder what will happen in detention. Oh wait, I already know! Let me know what you all thought of this chapter. Thanks so much for the reviews!