Okay, this is my very first attempt at writing any sort of romantic scene or whatever you want to call it. So uh, don't go too hard on me, yes it probably is immensely cliched simply because I read so many. I will work on it in future.

Chapter Nine: Two (no, Three) Get Lucky

"The thing is, James, that..."

"James!"

It was Kathleen Davis, her curly brown hair tossed over her shoulders, lips smeared with an overdose of pink gloss.

"I've been looking everywhere for you sexy." She winked seductively at him, before kissing him on the mouth.

If Lily hadn't been so angry she would have found it hilarious, particularly when James attempted to wipe the sticky gloss off his mouth. But her moment had been ruined.

"James, I uh…I'll just see you around," she said lamely.

James tried to pry Kathleen's arms from his shoulders.

"No, Lily, what did you want to tell me?"

"Oh, it was nothing important, never mind. Bye James. And uh, Kathleen."

Kathleen gave Lily a half-hearted wave as she smothered James' mouth.

"You know what people say about you, Remus?"

He shook his head.

"No," he whispered.

"They say you're the good guy. You know, Sirius is the smooth and sexy one, James is the hot one, and you're…you're the good guy. Who doesn't do a very good job of stopping them from jerking around."

Remus laughed suddenly.

"Yeah well, I try."

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

"Well, do you think you're the good guy?"

"I…don't know. Why, do you like good guys?"

Anna grinned.

"Not really, no."

"Oh," he nodded. "So that's why you like Sirius, then, I guess."

Sick of the banter, Anna leaned in and brushed Remus' lips with her own. She felt him gasp with surprise, and took the opportunity to kiss him deeper, weaving her hands through his sandy hair. After a little she felt him overcome his initial shock and begin to kiss her back, his fingers massaging her waist. Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Liked," she whispered.

Remus grinned.

James was sitting alone by the fire in the heads common room, trying to finish his Charms homework, when Lily came in late. Spotting him immediately, she smiled and made her way over.

"Hey James, how great was today?"

"Huh?"

She noticed he looked tired.

"Been busy with Kathleen?" She smirked.

"No, actually. I've been here most of the afternoon trying to finish this. It's killing me. Where have you been?"

Lily grinned, rolling her eyes.

"Just hanging out with Anna."

Actually, it was more like listening to Anna go on for hours about how she made out with Remus.

"Do you need help with this?" She gestured towards his almost-finished roll of parchment.

"Nah, it's okay, I don't want to put you out. I'm going to bed, actually, I'll finish it in the morning."

He got up and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Lily couldn't help staring at the area of skin that was revealed as his shirt lifted up. And then it was gone. And he caught her staring, quirking an eyebrow.

Lily quickly recovered, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"I'll look over it for you, if you want."

"Well, if you want to…that would be great! I have a feeling a lot of it makes no sense at all!"

Lily nodded, picking up the parchment and settling herself on the couch where James had just been seated. As she started to read, she realised that James was still there.

"I thought you said you were going to bed."

"I am, I just…what was it you were going to tell me earlier?"

Ah, he remembers. I was hoping this wouldn't happen.

"Umm…oh! Right, yeah, sorry I can't even remember! Mustn't have been all that important."

Yeah, right.

She faked a smile.

James just nodded but Lily could sense he was more than a little disappointed. She sighed as she watched him walk off to his room. She knew she was being an idiot, she couldn't keep leading him on like this. But it was so hard. She thought back to her conversation with Sirius.

Lily, if it were anyone, I would want it to be you. And it will be. Promise me you'll tell him…

"Alright, Sirius, you annoying little prat," she muttered. "I'll tell him. In fact, I'll do better than that."

She jumped up from the couch, the parchment fluttering to the floor. Glancing quickly at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, she ran a hand through her hair.

"Okay Lily, you can do this."

And she marched over to James' room. Which was shut.

Crap, what do I do now?

"James?" She called out tentatively.

"You can come in, Lily, it's not like you need permission to come in my room."

She couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah, but you could be…getting changed or something."

"All the better for you."

"Are you? Getting changed, that is."

"No."

Rolling her eyes, she opened the door. And there was James Potter, his back to her, bending over his bedroom floor, in nothing but a pair of navy boxers. Merlin he has a nice arse. He grinned.

"I already did."

"Yes well…I-I can see that," Lily mumbled, trying to avert her eyes.

It wasn't as though she'd never seen him like this before. They had, after all, shared a bathroom for almost a year. But it was just the fact that she'd been working up the courage to kiss him, and now he was lying there like some sort of Greek god, looking incredibly sexy, and she felt like crawling into a hole somewhere and never coming out.

Stay calm, relax.

"Did you want something?" He asked her, getting up off the bed and walking towards her.

Taking a deep breath, she took a step towards him.

"Yeah, actually, I was sitting there on the couch and I suddenly remembered what it was I was going to tell you."

James cocked his head, eyeing her curiously.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"So…"

Lily tried not to grin, and instead put on a thoughtful expression.

"I just…don't know how to tell you…"

James sighed exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well what do I have to do to get you to tell me? You've been – wha?!"

He was cut off by Lily's finger over his lips. She was smiling, and her green eyes were dancing mischievously.

"Shh," she whispered. "I only meant, I think it might be better if I show you…"

James' eyes widened, as Lily took her finger away from his lips and trailed it down his chest, stopping when she reached the elastic of his boxers.

"Lily, I…"

She looked him in the eye.

"I thought you wanted to know, James. I'm showing you."

"But…you're not…making…sense," he responded breathlessly.

"Ohhh," she said, nodding her head. "I see. Well, maybe this will clear things up for you."

And she leaned forward and kissed him square on the mouth. Unlike the last time, where she hadn't had the opportunity to even respond, she took the initiative, brushing her tongue against his lips and running her fingers through his hair and down his neck.

James certainly wasn't complaining. His body was on fire. Usually, he was the one to take control – to shove the girl against the wall and have his way with her. But he quite liked the fact that Lily was taking charge. In fact, it was turning him on like nothing else.

All of a sudden, she pulled away. She bit her lip, looking embarrassed.

"That was my way of telling you that I like you, James. And I hope it's not too late."

James nodded slowly.

"You like me. That's quite a revelation, Lily. Since when?"

"Since…oh, I don't know, James…fifth-year?"

"Fifth-year?! All those times I asked you out…you said no. And you liked me?"

"James, listen to me, please. I didn't want to ruin our friendship or anything. And I wasn't sure. I didn't know if you genuinely liked me or not, or if I genuinely liked you, for that matter. It's taken me until now to realise that…well, that I've been an idiot. I really do like you, James, you don't know how hard it was for me to tell you. And I was going to, before, but you were with Kathleen Davis and…I was jealous." She whispered the last part, so softly that James had to lean in to hear her.

His eyes, that had been gleaming with anger, softened, and he reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"You were jealous?"

"Yes, James, of course I was! And you keep jerking around with me. One minute you kiss me and the next you're flaunting some skank in front of my face. You've been doing it for years. Flirting with me, and then showing off with your girlfriends. Do you really think I could have told you when I had no idea how you'd respond?"

"Lily, I'm sorry, I can see how that would have made you feel, I honestly didn't mean to act like that. I just, well, I didn't think you'd ever like me, so I didn't see the harm in it."

"It's okay," Lily replied, smiling at him. "I'm sorry too. But you can thank Sirius for this you know."

"Sirius?" James' eyes narrowed.

"He was the one who told me I should tell you that I…that I like you. Actually, he made me promise I would." She blushed. "Please don't be angry at him anymore, I think you should talk to him."

"Wow, and I thought for so long that you guys were getting together behind my back. I think I will talk to him. Although, maybe tomorrow, it's a bit late. Speaking of which, we should probably get to bed."

"Oh, yeah. Right." Lily grinned bashfully. "Sorry, I should uh, get out of your room."

He smirked.

"Unless you want to stay…"

He leaned forward, kissing her passionately on the lips. Lily felt as though she were on cloud nine. The feeling of his lips on hers sent shivers down her whole body. Feeling weak, she felt behind her for something solid. Slowly, she moved backwards, so that she was pressed between James and his bedroom door. He seemed to like the rather compromising position, she could feel him grin against her mouth. Despite the intensity of the situation, she couldn't help but be a little daunted by the position she was in. She, Lily Evans, was pressed against a wooden door and a barely-clothed James Potter. And oh god, she wouldn't have it any other way. The hardness of his chest against her made her weak with desire and she reached out, running her hands over his stomach, making him groan softly with pleasure.

Pulling away slightly, he looked her in the eye.

"You have no idea how many times I have thought about you doing that, Lily," he croaked hoarsely.

Lily grinned.

"Has someone been having rather pleasurable dreams about me?"

She was only teasing, but almost burst out laughing when his face took on a guilty expression.

"You have!"

"Well, it's a little hard not to when I practically live with you…I mean, you're always around…we share a bathroom! You drove me crazy Lily, I couldn't – can't – stop thinking about you."

Lily felt the guilt begin to sink into her.

"I'm really sorry, James. But you know, now you don't have to worry about that."

"Oh really? Why's that?"

"Because I give you permission to do things now."

"So you mean you won't scream at me every time I make a pass at you?" James' eyes lit up.

Lily shrugged.

"Who knows, I might make a pass or two of my own. Nice arse, Potter."

She winked at him, before slipping out of the door, leaving him standing there, in his boxers, wearing an expression of sheer delight.

"Oh my god, I did not just do that! Ohhh boy, but I sure am glad I did!" Lily threw herself down on her bed, grinning from ear to ear.

She wondered what she'd tell Sirius.

Hmm, well that was a tough call. Who technically 'hooked in' first?

I did, idiot. James didn't get any till the evening.

Haha not so fast, Moony. I'd have to say it was I who got in before both of you.

Eh? But you weren't even in this story...

Author: Oh, yes, so I forgot...

Earlier that same day, in the Shrieking Shack...

Sirius looked at Trent curiously. Tall and built, he was a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He was fairly good-looking, but not all that popular with the ladies. He preferred to leave the attention to those such as, well, Sirius.

"It's Sirius, right?"

"Yeah," Sirius replied. "And...I know who you are."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we play you guys in Quidditch all the time..."

Trent grinned. "Oh. Didn't think you'd remember me though."

"What can I say, I like to check out the competition," Sirius winked.

Just as Trent was about to reply, a loud cackle sounded right in his ear.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He grabbed Trent's arm, looking around frantically.

Trent eyed him curiously.

"I thought you guys set this up..."

"Oh um, yeah we did. Bloody James...adding in last minute touches..."

Looking around, their eyes began to adjust to the gloom, so that they could faintly make out each other's outlines.

"Uh, Sirius, you're still...my arm..." Trent whispered softly.

"Oh, right, sorry!" Sirius mumbled, letting go of Trent's arm.

"It's okay, you know. Not that I didn't mind. My circulation was beginning to go, I think. So are you going to show me around?"

"Umm look you know what, I don't really think I'm up for it. Do you mind? It's really not all that great, anyway."

Trent just nodded, as they both made their way back towards the door.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you alright? You seem a bit...down."

"Oh, it's nothing really. Just...want something I can't have, that's all."

The two boys stood facing each other in the doorway, now able to see each other from the light seeping in through the entrance. Sirius was looking downcast, while Trent was gazing at him curiously.

"Need some cheering up?"

"That'd be good," Sirius replied.

And Trent leant forward, capturing Sirius' lips with his own.

Well, thought Sirius, this is certainly more than I bargained for.

Ha! Take that Moony!

Alright, alright, you win. James and I give up.

Yeah, go gloat all you want Padfoot. I'm occupying myself with more interesting things.

Pfft, sore loser. Like what?

Like I bet you ten galleons Peter won't be mentioned for the rest of the story.

Hey! Just because I was left out of this chapter...

I'll bet you fifty he does.

Okay, you're on.

You guys are so immature. Honestly.

What, so you're saying that Wormtail is vitally integral to this plotline?

Well, perhaps not this plotline, but...

Moony, shut it. Unless you want to be in on this bet.

No thanks. Peter and I are just here to enjoy the story, unlike the two of you.

Well, I'd probably enjoy it more if I was in it. You guys always get cute girls (or cute guys). I don't get either.

Wormtail, the day someone writes a story with you and a cute girl (or boy) as the main characters, is the day J.K. Rowling writes a sequel in which I come back to life Remus has mad sex with Fenrir Greyback.

It's possible...

Okay, the day someone writes a decent story, I take that back.

Definitely not possible.

By the way, if you know of a story like that, I'd love to read it!

PLEASE review! I don't really know where to go from here, all I know is James has to eventually find out that Sirius liked him. So any advice would be much appreciated! Even if you've just started reading this.

Thanks to those who have reviewed so far, you guys are great, thanks so much.

SiriusLoverr xx