"You desired my attention, but denied my affections…"

After sitting in her dorm the entire weekend crying, eating chocolate to sooth her crying, remembering why she was eating the chocolate in the first place and starting to cry again, and after loads and loads of thinking on her part, Lily came up with a single conclusion:

She didn't want James Potter to give up on her.

But he told her he had.

This was an issue.

Lily had decided that it should be her turn to pursue James, and at the same time, see if he really had given up on her. To do this would be simple: flirt with James until he had to admit that he hadn't given up. Lily had reason to believe that it was hardly possible for him to give up so abruptly after pursuing her for years. This was her hypothesis, and she would test it out.

Oh, would she ever.

Monday came. Lily decided that throughout the week, she would increase the flirtatiousness a little each day until James cracked. It was time to put her plan into action.

Before entering the Great Hall, Lily unbuttoned her blouse a little bit. Enough to show a fair amount of her collar bone and a ways just before her cleavage started to show.

She walked into the Great Hall and sat just a few seats down from the Marauders. Remus was reading a book, as usual, Sirius was stuffing his face with eggs, as usual, and Peter was munching on toast, as usual. James on the other hand, was staring down at his plate, looking like he was trying to eat his food by just looking at it, or by osmosis. Sirius and Remus would glance up at their friend worriedly. James poked the eggs with his fork and stirred around the broken yoke.

Lily served herself some waffles and poured maple syrup on them. She had to get James' attention somehow…

The little porcelain pitcher the maple syrup was in gave her an idea. Pretending to be putting the pitcher back, she managed to drop it onto the floor, causing it to shatter and the pieces to spread in every which way from the center of the impact. The crash was enough to make the whole Gryffindor table look over at what had happened.

Lily didn't care that the whole table was looking at her. She was content that James was looking at her. Making a dramatic effort to get out of her seat, she bent down, letting James have a direct view down her shirt as she picked up the pieces, ignoring the fact that she was a witch and could have taken her wand out and with a swish, fixed and cleaned everything. This show was for James.

The white pieces were sticky with maple syrup as Lily picked them up and placed them in a pile. She glanced up from under her lashes to see that James was still looking at her. Good. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her chest. Lily finished cleaning up the pieces, then took out her wand and fixed the pitcher. Getting back into her seat, Lily looked over and caught James' eye. Then she winked. James blinked a couple of times and shook his head, unsure of whether Lily really just did what she had just done. His pants were feeling a bit tight.

Merlin, she's killing me… and it's only been a weekend. This will be more difficult than I thought.

James decided to up the stakes of his decision of giving up on her.

No more looking at Lily Evans, no matter what.

Especially when her shirt was so… stop.

With that decided, James began to eat his eggs.

Lily smiled to herself.

Her plan was working.

Tuesday came after a rather long Monday, in James' opinion. He couldn't stop seeing Lily in his head. Especially after her display in the Great Hall. Sure, he wasn't looking at her physically, but mentally… he was ogling her.

Lily had a great plan for Tuesday. She sprayed some of her scented hairspray that kept her hair soft, but made it smell like strawberries. She knew James had a thing for her hair. This was for Transfiguration. He sat directly behind her. She knew he would smell it.

After breakfast, a few classes, then lunch, it was finally time for Transfiguration. Lily smelled her hair. It still smelled as strongly as it had that morning.

She took her seat and brought out her quill and parchment, getting ready to take notes. McGonagall wasn't in the classroom yet, only a few students.

About five minutes to class, 3 of the 4 Marauders came in. Sirius sat down by Marlene McKinnon, his latest quest, and Remus and James took their seats behind Lily. Lily reached back and pretended to comb through her hair to detangle it, really wafting it so the smell would reach James. She heard an intake of breath as James sniffed.

Oh, Lily Evans' hair would be the death of him. James had always loved Lily's hair. The unique shade of red it was, and how it would glow gold around the edges when she was outside in the sunlight. It smelled like strawberries. Whenever James smelled Lily's hair, he just wanted to bury his face into it.

It was like Lily was doing this on purpose… it wasn't fair. Days after he had claimed to have given up on her… and she was suddenly being… impossible to ignore.

James closed his eyes as the scent of summer strawberries filled his nose.

Remus elbowed him.

"Blimey, Moony. Ouch."

"Pay attention. McGonagall just walked in."

Lily smirked.

"Good afternoon, class…" McGonagall began using her wand to charm a piece of chalk to write down notes on the board. "Today we will be charming leaves into blankets. You see, if you are ever in a situation where you are lost, have no idea where you are, it might be necessary to…" she continued.

The lesson progressed until McGonagall had explained the origins of the spell, what it was useful for, the wand movements and the incantation.

"So, now each of you has a… Mr. Potter… what are you doing?"

Lily felt a bit of her hair being lifted up and brought to James' nose. It was instantly dropped.

"Er, nothing, Minnie. I… uh…"

"Mr. Potter. Can you tell me the incantation to this specific transfiguring?"

"Strawberries." James instantly blurted. "NO! I mean… um… it's er…"

"5 points from Gryffindor. Pay attention, Potter. Miss Evans, would you kindly remind Mr. Potter the incantation to the spell?"

"Certainly, Professor."

Lily whirled around slowly in her seat and looked at James. She leaned in slightly, coming within inches of James' face.

"Foliis Calorem," she whispered seductively, licking her lips and glancing at his. Then once again she winked as she turned around.

James was pretty sure he would die.

The rest of the week passed in pretty much the same manner. James couldn't sleep at night, Lily filling his thoughts. He could NOT get her out of his head.

Wednesday, she had been in the library as he was working on his Transfiguration essay, made 4 inches longer than everyone else's because he "hadn't been paying attention." It was all Lily's fault, really. He could feel her eyes on him. He would glance up, and there she was, staring unabashedly at him, a knowing smirk on her face and her quill by her chin. Merlin, she looked sexy.

Thursday, during dinner, she had sat next to him at dinner, claiming to want to talk to Remus. They had chatted throughout dinner, but Lily's leg had remained pressed against James'. Every time she had placed her hands back in her lap, she would "accidentally" brush James' thigh with her fingers. James could barely eat, and was breathing very hard, biting his lip.

Now it was Friday night. They were doing rounds, and Lily's hand would "accidentally" brush against James' hand. It took all James' willpower not to grab her hand and hold it. Lily would sometimes walk ahead to check a broom closet for late night snoggers. James considered going up behind her and pushing her into one and having his way with her.

James was extremely confused. Lily hadn't seemed to be affected by him saying he gave up on her. However, the week after he had done it, she was… everywhere. In his dreams, wherever he looked, in his head… he couldn't rid himself of her.

He wanted her.

Lily dropped her wand, and crouched down to grab it. James examined her backside as she bent down, then brought herself back up again, glancing behind her at him.

Oh the things she made him feel.

He. Wanted. Her.

To hell that he had given up on her. He knew it was a joke anyway. He couldn't give up on her. She was part of his life. Without her… well… he knew what it was like. He was bloody kidding himself if he thought he could let her go.

He caught up to her in no time. They began walking again, silently.

The tension between them crackled with electricity. James could barely control the animalistic urge in him to push Lily up against a wall and… do unthinkable things to her. Oh, what he would do.

Lily could see that James was struggling. One more hit, and she will have sunk the battleship. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

E 5. Grab a red peg, James. You're sunk.

Lily's hand brushed against James hand again, but on its way back, she moved closer to him and it brushed his thigh. Lily glanced up at James as she did this, and saw his eyes darken instantly.

That was it. He couldn't hold it in anymore. She was his. Now.

James turned on her, grabbed her shoulders and backed her against a wall.

"What are you playing at, Evans? It's only all a bloke can take… and I can't take much more."

Lily looked up at him, putting on her best confused and innocent look.

"Whatever do you mean, James?"

She'd call him James… what was she playing at?

His name coming out of her mouth, so innocently, so naturally, turned him on to no end.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and brought her body up close to his, every inch of them meshed together, pressing her harder against the wall. Her leg was in between his legs. The other hand he brought to the back of her neck. He brought their lips centimeters apart, and then waited.

Lily had not expected him to react like this. However, she found that she reveled in being this close to James… was intoxicated by his very presence. She wanted to give in. She did.

But this was an experiment to test her hypothesis.

James' mouth was open slightly, his eyes closed, his forehead against hers. Every breath he took, she felt across her mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed with every gulp, and he was breathing quickly.

"Lily…" he whispered, "What happens next is up to you…"

Lily glanced down at his lips, then back to his closed eyes. He looked so vulnerable and desperate. Lily brought her hands to his chest and lifted her head slightly.

Bringing her mouth to his ear she whispered into it.

"I knew you hadn't really given up." Then she licked the shell of his ear and pushed him away, continuing down the hall.

James placed both his palms on the wall in front of him, moving to his forearms. He pressed his hot forehead against the cool wall, catching his breath.

No. He hadn't really given up after all.

AN

Hello Lovies! One more chapter and thus concludes White Blank Page! I will not be able to update until Wednesday of next week, as I will be taking a long weekend vacation.

Then, all my focus will be going into my Percy Jackson fic, Of Sybils and Sunlight. Check it out if you want!

Read and Review if you wish!

Until next time,

Lily SC