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Well, another two weeks has passed, so I suppose it's time for the next chapter. Tehehe, the plot is starting to unravel! I love it! I'm so surprised that no one has figured out anything about James's and Sirius's bet...oopss, did I just give something away? lol I love being the author and knowing all of my little plot ideas.

Ohhh guys! This is my longest chapter yet! Twelve whole pages! That should make up for last week's embarrassingly short filler chapter. I hate just putting in a filler chapter like that, but it was somewhat necessary. Also, if I hadn't and put the last chapter with the chapter it would've been over 18 pages! And that would have been CRAZZYYY to read.

Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Have fun!

Chapter 16: Abort Phase Five: She Craves His Kisses

Oh, she was going to get in so much trouble for this. Walking around in the dark under an Invisibility Cloak, with James Potter nonetheless, was like a gateway to the Headmaster's office. Five minutes into their little escapade and they'd already walked through Nearly Headless Nick (who had been rounding a corner the exact same time they had), Peeves had drifted over their invisible heads singing crude songs for a full corridor, and Lily could have sworn that McGonagall had heard her gasp as James had pulled them behind a suit of armor to avoid a disturbance. Already this was turning out to be one of the most risky, and highly untrustworthy, nights of her seven years at Hogwarts.

"Honestly, James, are we almost—"

"—There?" he finished her sentence, grinning cheekily at her. Lily rolled her eyes. "If my good old map—" he shook the thick parchment affectionately—"hasn't led us astray, which I highly doubt it has, then yes, we're almost there with a clear way ahead of us as well."

"A clear way? That's what you said right before McGonagall almost tripped over our ghostly feet," she responded, allowing his arm around her waist to guide her around a sharp corner and through a hidden passageway behind a tapestry that she'd never been down before.

"Now, in my defense, I would like to point out that there is no way I could have known McGonagall would be visiting Flitwick in his office at this time of night," James said defiantly but grinning all the same. Lily watched as he seemed to shudder slightly. "In fact," he began, "that is not something I ever need to know."

Lily pulled a face; she would have shoved him away from her if they weren't currently sharing a cloak. "You're sick."

His hand applied a stronger force on her hip, shoving her momentarily up against him. "And you love it," he replied huskily.

She chanced a glance at him; he was smirking in an obnoxiously cute flirtatious way. Her heart jumped a few beats. Darn him. "I'm supposed to be mad at you."

For a split second, his smile faltered and he frowned slightly. A small crinkle between his brows formed, causing Lily to feel oddly guilty. Had what she said affected him that much? "Well, I guess I'm about to change that, aren't I?"

His tone of voice was what caught her attention. It was so serious, worried even; it was so not James. What had gotten his wand in a knot? However, her time to dwell on this mysterious behavior was cut short as their tapestry-short cut deposited the two of them into a very familiar place. Lily's mind began to turn, wondering why in the world they were here of all places in Hogwarts. They now stood in the front hallway of the school.

Towards the left were the large oak doors that led out of the castle, in front of them was the Great Hall—dark and empty—and to the right was a small set of stairs that the Ravenclaws always ascended after meals. Assuming that they were to go right, because that was the only logical place left to go (unless James had gotten the times mixed up and thought dinner was still occurring), Lily turned. She had only made it half a step when James pulled her back.

"Where are you going? I'm the leader here," he said jokingly; at least his atypical seriousness had seemed to disappear. She liked him better when he was laid back. It kind of scared her when he wasn't.

"Where are you going?" she countered.

As if giving an adequate response, James spun her around in the opposite direction and began pulling her towards the front doors. He must be joking…What in the name of Merlin… "No way," Lily stated abruptly, dragging her heals into the ground to resist James's lead, "No way," she repeated as she shook her head frantically from side to side.

"It's perfectly safe, Lily," James tried to reassure. Alright, so she did like him laid back, but not this much.

Lily scoffed. Perfectly safe? Yeah right. The only places out in the grounds were the Gamekeeper's hut, the Quidditch pitch, the greenhouses, and the forbidden forest. From the list, Lily could easily eliminate the two that James would not be heading towards, the Greenhouses (because neither James nor she had entered them since O.W.L. year) and Hagrid's hut (because what did Hagrid have to do with any of this anyways?). So, logically, that left the Quidditch pitch, which was likely seeing that it was an obsession of his, and the Forbidden Forest, which Lily didn't doubt he'd been in before.

Well, she also supposed you could count Hogsmeade into the list, but there was no way in Merlin's oversized boot that she would allow him to take her into that town without permission. That was pushing it, though all of this was pushing the boundaries anyways.

"Look," Lily started sensibly, keeping her calm, "I agreed to wander around the castle with you, but I did not agree to meander about outside the castle under any circumstances." The grounds? Honestly, that was just the most preposterous thing she'd ever heard. It was nearing midnight! Who knew what teachers were suffering from insomnia and were currently awake gazing out a window into the grounds. But you're invisible. Who cares, it's the thought that counts!

Of course, James, the all time famous Marauder, didn't see anything unmoral about entering the grounds, invisible or not. "It's all part of the plan—"

"—Yeah, the plan to get me expelled," Lily hissed back. Maybe acting serious was better for him, really. "Look, how about I just agree to believe that you had nothing to do with dinner tonight, and we'll just skip this little outdoor rendezvous."

He frowned at her. That stupid wrinkle in his forehead returned—why did that cause her to pity him so much? How dare he use that to break down her defenses. Psh, she was not giving in. "I've got to do this, Evans," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

Evans? How odd, she thought they had gotten over the habit months ago. Old habits die hard? Or had it been a slip of a tongue? A sort of "I really don't like you, I'm just pretending, so it's not my fault if I accidentally undermine you by referring back to your last name" thing. This was all getting very suspicious, not that it hadn't started off mysterious or anything. She watched him closely, attempting to make out his face by the dim light of her lit wand.

"Do what?" she asked for clarification. Darn him and his seriousness. Her defenses were crumbling. Don't, don't don't.

"Please, Lily."

Oh Godric, he'd broken her. What was with him? Did he want to call her by her last name or first? He should just make up his mind already! All of this change in behavior was killing her…literally because she might very well die if her defenses fell and she did step outside into the grounds. No, don't give in. Be strong.

Before she could gather her fallen pieces of her self-resistance and respond negatively to his plead, his eyes sought out her own in the dark. So strong was his gaze that she knew he was looking at her before she had even looked up at his face. Dear Merlin, why'd he have to have such hypnotizing eyes? Shouldn't she have learned her lesson by now that his hazel-ness caused her to do irrational things? She tried to remember about the dare and the bet and her phases, but she realized it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Well, this stunk.

"Come on," he urged her again.

Wasn't she supposed to be angry with him? She had been for a while, but she still should be. Darn it, she should be angry! Why wasn't she angry? Because this felt right; being with him, trusting him, having him be with her just seemed to fit. She shut her eyes briefly breaking their contact, not believing what she was about to do. With a long sigh, she snapped her eyes open again.

Oh, God, help me.

"Go."

Almost instantaneously, James nodded and took his hand from her waist leaving it strangely cold. For a brief second Lily thought that he'd misinterpreted her one word command as a 'get lost' type of meaning. However, as she opened her mouth to explain that that was not what she had meant, he simply reached down and grabbed her hand instead. A small smile forced itself across Lily's face, before she desperately swiped it off.

Argh, don't lose yourself, woman!

I already have.

As they approached the extremely thick, heavy doors James pulled out his wand. Lily looked up at the seemingly impenetrable frames. They were like giant bodyguards that were waiting to stop non-ID'd personnel from getting into the hot club beyond their thick bodies. Call her crazy, but these doors could pose a problem. She was pretty sure neither her nor James had brought any ID.

She turned towards James. "Don't they lock—?"

With his free hand, James handed her the map, securing his wand in his now empty palm. "They do," he replied calmly. Without any further explanation—which bugged Lily slightly less than it normally would have—he began to trace some complicated-looking movements into the air. He muttered stuff underneath his breath, tickling the nape of Lily's neck. This was all so mesmerizing that Lily forgot that James was currently breaking down the doors' protection rather illegally, and being Head Girl she should not be condoning this type of behavior. But then there was a small click and James silently pushed open one of the doors.

Lily looked after him in shock. How in the world had he done that? "I take it you've done this a lot."

He shrugged. "A few times."

The grass seemed to crunch underneath their feet as they walked across the grounds. With each new step, James's grip on her hand seemed to tighten more and more until Lily swore to herself that her blood flow had definitely been cut off. There was something bothering him; she could tell. Instead of questioning him, she kept her eyes on the map, repressing her feelings by scanning the parchment for any sign of a teacher.

After a few minutes James suddenly pulled Lily to a stop beside him. He was looking at her carefully. His hand made an involuntary movement, like he had wanted to reach up and touch her face but thought better of it. She was glad he'd listened to his brain; she didn't need any more risky situations tonight, especially since she knew she'd already lost her self-discipline.

"Lily," he looked away from her briefly, his eyes flickering to a dark something in the distance; if it had been light outside, Lily would have been able to distinguish it for what it truly was. "You have to promise me something."

Her heart flipped quite uncomfortably. She didn't really like the word 'promise' when it was accompanied with the words 'James Potter'. Their relationship was already shaky enough (well, technically the relationship wasn't even real) but to add some sort of promise into it seemed a bit overwhelming. However, his hand was clenching and unclenching her fingers and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Okay, so maybe sorry wasn't the right word…she felt…she felt concerned for him. He seemed like he was nervous, and Lily could only remember one time off the top of her head where she'd seen the invulnerable Quidditch player uneasy.

And believe it, or not, she really did care for him—no matter how much of a liar or an obnoxious prat he used to be.

Apparently, she had taken too much time to respond, because James said, "Lily?"

"What is it?" she asked.

"You can't tell anyone."

It would be nice if he could explain something just once. Even though he wasn't offering an explanation, Lily got a sense that whatever he was going to tell her, show her, or do to her, was something that no one else should probably know. Duh, Lily, that's why he asked you to not tell anyone. Was his trustworthy plan too big? He was just supposed to prove his honesty to her, nothing more and nothing less. He could have just told her that she was way too uptight, studious, and judgmental or something, and that would have been enough. Alright, so it probably wouldn't have--actually she probably would have slapped him--but at least she wouldn't be out here with him totally susceptible to him.

"Tell anyone what, exactly?"

The lenses of his glasses reflected the curious gleam in her eyes as they stared at each other. She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest for reasons she wasn't even sure. Like she said, she was totally vulnerable in this situation. He held her, and he held her there strong.

"Just promise you won't say anything."

Her curiosity had peaked. Not to mention that her concern for the boy was reaching a high point as well. Looking at the situation she had two choices: make the promise, or walk away. If she left, then all of this sneaking around while risking expulsion would be so pointless. Besides, hadn't she agreed to James's outing purely for the reason of finding something she could dislike about him? If whatever he had planned was incredibly idiotic she could go back to secretly hating him while pretending to like him. Right now, she desperately needed an excuse to do that. But, if the opposite happened however…

Sealing her fate, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I promise."

It was odd how much of an impact those two words had on him. Lily watched the tense lines on his face instantly relax as he smiled. "Come on, then."

The stars twinkled above them as James gave her hand a tug and led her towards that dark object in the distance that he'd been looking at earlier. A light breeze made the cloak flutter. It wasn't until they were about five feet from the object that Lily noticed the unmistakable thick trunk and the wild, violent branches of the—

"—the Whomping Willow?" she yelped, hopping backwards out of harms way and almost tripping over the hem of the Invisibility Cloak. She shouldn't have worried however, because the tree only sprang to life if an offender touched it. Which, she hoped, hadn't and wouldn't happen.

James's hand left hers—no, where was he going? She needed him—as he slipped out from under the Invisibility Cloak. Was he insane? "The trick," James began to explain, kneeling down and picking up a long branch that had probably fallen from the tree during its last onslaught, "is to know how to calm it."

"What in the—"

But Lily didn't finish her sentence because at that moment the tree had awoken, smacking the brown owl that had landed on it out of existence. Hopefully that wasn't someone's pet, but the owl wasn't really Lily's main concern; those branches were made to thrash anyone in its immediate range. Lily yelped as one of the branches skimmed their cloak.

"James, I think we should—"

"Don't worry, I can handle this."

If the situation wasn't so grave (because they very possibly could be digging their own graves fairly soon), Lily would have found this new situation rather humorous. James was currently dodging the flailing limbs of the tree, jabbing the branch in his hand like a brave prince battling a dragon with nothing but a sword, as he tried to approach the base of the willow. She didn't know what was worse; the fact that James appeared to have lost his mind, or the fact that the tree would easily swat him soon.

"This is so much easier when Wormtail's here," James called out, breathing heavily. Lily didn't get it.

And then, after a few scratches and a lot of close calls, James had reached the base. He's an idiot, a pure idiot. For a split second he looked quite comical, standing there underneath wrestling branches as he stabbed his stick into the lower part of the trunk (had he slayed the dragon?); miraculously the tree ceased to move. Just like that. It had stopped.

Lily's mouth dropped open as James walked back towards her like he'd simply just wrestled Sirius for the last biscuit at tea. Forgetting her fears of getting caught, Lily threw off the cloak and stared at him, wide eyed. "How in the name of Godric Gryffindor…?"

"Like I said," James said, slightly out of breath, "you have to know how to tame the beast."

"Idiot," Lily cried, punching his arm, "you could've seriously hurt yourself. What about that kid who lost an eye?" She motioned sporadically to her own eye, trying to make a point.

James grinned, taking the cloak and her hand. She calmed. "I thought you were supposed to be angry with me?"

Well, that was a slap in the face. Unable to think of a comeback, she switched the topics. Smooth, Lily, really smooth. "Are you going to bother to tell me what this monster of a tree has to do with your plan?"

His face immediately clouded over in anxiousness again. Merlin, was he bipolar or what? One second he's all upbeat, the next he's downcast…She didn't know if she could handle this many ups and downs in one person. "Follow me."

It was sort of creepy stepping up to the now frozen tree that had been trying to kill them a minute earlier. What if it decided it didn't want to be so nice any longer? They would be so screwed… "Climb into that hole," James said suddenly as they approached. Lily gasped; sure enough there was a small hole in the base of the tree trunk just large enough for a human being to slide down into.

She hated how he never gave an explanation. He just told her what to do and expected her to follow it. Git. Though, for some reason, she always ended up going along with him, so his tactics must work. "Why?"

"I would go before the tree wakes back up."

"I thought you had 'tamed the beast'," she mocked.

Ignoring her, he stood behind her. "Let's go in together then."

Incredulously she stared at him, unable to comprehend the thought process his mind went through. Who in their right mind goes and chills inside of a tree? No one, that's who! He was so absurd, so random, so impulsive. She was not getting into that tree. No way...

"Jerk," she mumbled as he helped her up off of the floor after they had both slid down the short tunnel into the narrow space beneath. Her first instinct was to straighten her back, but even before she'd stood up to even half of her height her head hit the tunnel ceiling painfully. "You could've warned me," she accused him.

They crouched lower, traveling humped-back through the short, damp tunnel. Lily looked around hesitantly, but no matter where she looked all she saw were dark walls plastered with mud. "How did you know…?"

"All in due time, Lily," James responded before she could even finish her sentence.

The tunnel finally widened and they were met with a set of rickety looking stairs. Chills shot up Lily's spine as her eyes fell onto long gashes carved in the wooden floor and the deteriorating oak planks of the bottom level of the building they now stood in. She shivered and James looked back at her. "It's a bit worse for wear, but it's harmless," he said, attempting to put her more at ease.

Where were they? And more importantly, why were they here? If she had been in her right state of mind she would've demanded to be taken out of this place. But James maintained a constant pressure on her hand and she obeyed it. This place was creepy and he made her feel safe.

The staircase screeched in protest as they ascended the stairs, Lily behind James. She kept her eyes on his back, taking in his composure. He was calm, collected, so sure of himself. Undoubtedly he'd been here before—was this like his romantic getaway? If so, James needed some serious anti-depressants because this place was the most depressing thing she'd ever seen.

As they reached the landing and passed a foggy boarded up window, Lily gasped. She knew she had vaguely recognized the place! "Why are we in the Shrieking Shack!?" she exclaimed loudly, gripping James's hand tightly and moving right up beside him. This place was haunted! He was not doing a good job of showing his honest side!

A door to the left stood ajar and James pushed it open further, leading Lily inside. Her breaths were coming heavily as she refused to relinquish her hold on him; this room was by far the shabbiest place of the shack that she'd seen. Old chairs were overturned, tufts of hair from who knew what were scattered across the scratched floor, and Lily could have sworn there were splattered drops of dried blood along the walls.

"James, let's go," she said, tugging him.

He looked at her. "The Shrieking Shack isn't haunted."

Quite honestly, Lily didn't care if it was haunted or not, she just wanted out. Her arms and legs were erupting with tiny goosebumps and she did not like it, especially since she didn't understand why they were even here. "Please, let's go," she repeated.

"This mess—" James continued to explain, ignoring Lily and motioning around the room with the arm that Lily was desperately attached to—"was made by us."

Say what? Her head shot up and she watched him closely. He was looking at her and his feet fidgeted uncomfortably. He was nervous again. "Us?" Lily asked, confused.

"Well, not us," he clarified, "but Peter, Remus, Sirius, and me."

She shot a quick look around the room again and couldn't quite understand how even the Marauders could create this much of a disturbing disarray. What was he playing at? This made no sense. "What do you mean?"

For a moment he clasped his eyes shut tightly, but he did it so quickly it could have just been a blink. When they reopened, he was already pulling his arm out of her grasp and moving away from her. She watched him, struck by his behavior. He stopped a few feet away from her.

"Lily, you promised," he reminded her before he shut his eyes. A look of concentration crossed across his handsome face, and Lily was more confused than ever.

And then he was gone. Lily jumped, staring around wildly. Everything inside of her seemed to be moving at one hundred miles per hour. What—where—how? And then she heard something; hooves clipping on the worn out wooden floor. A brilliantly white stag approached her, his head lowered so she had a clear view of his huge antlers. Awestruck, Lily stared.

Was that—but how—impossible.

The majestic animal stopped inches from her, pawing the ground and staring straight at her. Something about the beast—no it was too royal to call a beast—made her forget all of her troubles. Without knowing what she was doing she reached out and touched its head; it leaned in to her touch.

She laughed shortly. "Prongs," she muttered simply. It all made sense—well not all of it, but the nicknames anyway. The Marauders were Animagi! And they came out here to play around as animals, and—

Something struck her. She pulled her hand away from the stag's head and began shaking her head furiously. "Oh my God," she stated, backing away from Prongs. "Oh, holy Merlin. James, you don't."

Her eyes were wide and her mind was spinning at an alarming rate. No, he didn't, he couldn't, but every sign pointed to the fact that he did. He could get killed, he could get bitten, he could get arrested. Prongs sensed something was wrong and while Lily was blinking rapidly trying to make sense of things James transformed and reappeared as himself. Lily yelped and jumped again.

"This is so illegal," she cried.

"Lily," he began, "we did it just for a bit of fun—"

"—stop lying, James. Keeping a werewolf company?" she demanded as if she were reprimanding him. He'd thought he could get away with it by making it seem like all four of them had decided to become an Animagus because it would be fun, adventurous?

Her back hit the wall behind her as she continued to back away from him. James too had come to a dead halt. "How do you know?"

"I'm not an idiot," she responded, her voice high, "I did work with Remus as a Prefect for two years. This is where he comes then, he comes here?"

James nodded. "Yes."

They stared at each other silently, Lily's chest rising and falling heavily, her heart pumping wildly. James ran a hand through his hair. Why had he shown her this? This was too personal! She didn't need to know this much about James Potter!

"Sirius, Peter...they're...?" She couldn't bring herself to say the word.

"A dog and a rat, respectively," he answered.

At a lost for words, that's what someone could describe Lily as at the present moment. She didn't even know if she was angry or what, she just wanted answers. Okay, so she was a little angry, shocked maybe.

"And you come here to babysit a werewolf?" she said somewhat sarcastically.

"You don't understand."

"I understand that it's perfectly illegal! I understand that what Remus must go through is horrible, but—"

"Well, you know why we had to do it then," James finally said.

She crossed her arms. "No, no I don't. Do you have any idea—?"

"I do have an idea how dangerous it is, thanks," he replied a bit shortly, "but Moony—Remus—he's our best mate and knowing that he—" James broke off, his eyes shut as if what he were thinking about something that caused him a great personal pain. "You don't know how hard it was to sit back and do nothing."

Her breathing began to calm down and her shoulders relaxed, the shock of James Potter being a stag wearing off slightly. Cocking her head, she watched the boy in front of her, contemplating him. The way he spoke—it was incredibly sweet, even though it was incredibly stupid.

Why was she not upset anymore?

"You don't always have to meddle in everything, James," she said, although her tone had changed and she knew it. Gone was her anger, her disbelief of how absurdly idiotic he could be…it had been replaced by something else, something that she didn't want to place.

James shrugged. "We're the Marauders; it's our duty."

A small smiled flickered across her face as James hesitantly took a step closer towards her. "It does help him, you know," he began, close enough now that she could feel his breath on her face. "He's more human, you know? And we can keep him in check, make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

Lily nodded and reached out her hand to touch his. "You're an okay guy, James Potter." Every part of her mind that was still dwelling on the dare—which really wasn't that big of a part of her brain at the moment—began screaming in protest. Lily repressed their cries however. She had never...she wanted to…argh, she was so full of emotions she didn't know what to think.

His fingers brushed her cheek and her eyes fluttered at the feel of his skin on hers. "You're an amazing girl, Lily Evans."

She blushed and wove her fingers through his. All of her defenses had now officially collapsed and she was more vulnerable with him than she'd ever been. She didn't care that she was being used for money, she didn't care that they were basing this relationship off of a bet and a dare. All that mattered was him, and for once Lily's mind was clearer than it had been for a while. There was one thing, and one thing only, now circulating through her blood.

She was craving his kisses.

James's head was so close to hers. She wanted to grab him by the shirt collar and bring him down to her level, but she didn't want to appear so desperate. But she was; he was simply hovering over her, taking her in. Bloody prat, just do it already!

"So, now do you believe me?" he asked her.

"H-huh?" she asked breathlessly. Blast him and his antics! He had made her forget why they were even here in the first place!

"Sirius acted like an idiot—I swear I didn't know."

Oh, right, the Snape incident. That's what he was talking about, but quite frankly, right now, Lily didn't care.

His breath tickled her nose and Lily's heart leapt. Her self-restraint snapped like a rubber band. When a rubber band snaps, it surprises the person holding it even though they probably had some inkling of what would happen if they pulled it too far. The same went with Lily. She knew it was only a matter of time until all of her repressed feelings would come back out again, but it still surprised her, and James, when she acted upon them. In an instant she had pressed herself against him, her lips meeting with his for the second time in two weeks.

James got over the initial shock quickly and took hold of her waist with his hands, pulling her closer. Godric, she was making out with James Potter in the Shrieking Shack…and she liked it.

It wasn't until after they had snuck back into the castle, said goodnight at the base of the respected dormitories, and crept back into their own beds that Lily lost it…or rather, found it. She had failed. Phase five had backfired on her; she had let herself get caught up in the moment again. As she stepped out of her school uniform and into her flannel pajamas, her fingers touched her lips fearfully.

"Where have you been?"

Lily swore and jumped, spinning around to face Marlene, her bed curtains pulled aside to catch the always pristine Head Girl creeping back into bed at one in the morning. As Lily looked at her dark haired friend, she felt the lingering euphoria and care-free atmosphere of her time with James slip away.

Her eyes began to sting, but she refused to cry, especially over him. A lump began to rise in her throat and, with a shaky gasp of air, she swallowed it. "I can't do this, Marlene."

What had she done?

Uh OH! What's Lily going to do? Do you think she'll give up, or stick it out? And what will Remus think when he finds out that Lily knows the Marauders' secret? Because remember, Remus told Lily to stay out of their business because he claims to think that Lily is just using James. Wow, the next chapter is going to be messy. lol

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--HeyLookTheSnitch