Ahem... yes i know its been forever and this is terribly short, but i felt i had to get something out for all you lovely people.

Chapter 8

"I don't hear anything," Sirius muttered for the fifth time.

Remus rolled his eyes, watching his hyperactive friend press his ear to the door of the abandoned classroom where they were hiding, three rooms down from the heads common room.

"Can you hear anything?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes. A Siriusly annoying bloke asking if I can hear anything," he answered, rolling his eyes when Sirius flashed the V's at him. "Pete said he'd do the secret knock when he was back."

Sirius sighed and straightened, casually flicking his dark fringe out of his eyes.

"You do realise if Prongs catches us, we're probably going to die?"

Remus nodded in agreement.

"But if it helps get him with Lily?"

Sirius let a tranquil look wash over his face.

"Ah, imagine the peace we'll get! No more sulky, whinging, moody, plotting Prongs!" he said with reverence. "Definitely worth taking a killing curse for."

"My thoughts exactly," said Remus.

A rhythmic knock sounded on the door and Sirius immediately bolted forward and wrenched it open.

"Its about bloody tim– ARGH!"

Remus jumped up from his perch on one of the unused desks, instinctively drawing his wand and training it on the door. Sirius huffed, crossing his arms as he hung suspended from his ankle.

"Wormtail I swear you're completely useless!"

Remus lowered his wand, gulping as Peter was forcefully shoved through the doorframe by James, his wand on Sirius.

"You're a bloody rat!" Sirius continued, clearly undeterred by the blood rushing to his head. "How in the name of Merlin's arse crack could you be that... that... un-stealthy!"

"I'm sorry!" Peter squeaked feebly. "No one mentioned that Lily now owns a tiger cub! I thought I was going to be eaten!"

Sirius continued to rant on until Remus saw James rolled his eyes and released him from the charm, letting him fall to the floor with a healthy thump.

"Would someone like to explain why you feel the need to have me spied on by a rat?" asked James, with a little edge to his voice.

"It wasn't spying," said Sirius, calmly brushing himself off as he got to his feet. "It was surveying and assessing the situation without your knowledge."

James snorted. "Isn't that the definition of spying?"

"Probably," shrugged Sirius with a wide grin. "But we have a perfectly selfless explanation. I mean don't you want an independent outsiders perspective of the chemistry between you and Evans?"

Remus may not have liked it very much most of the time, but he couldn't help but be impressed with the way Sirius could talk himself out of trouble. He watched as James frowned, shifting from foot to foot in indecision, before he lowered his wand with a scowl. Wormtail flinched characteristically when James pointed at him.

"Tell them then," he said grumpily. "But this is the only time understand! After this you all won't spy on us again. And if I catch you... or worse, if Evans catches you, be certain in the knowledge she'll hex your manhoods off. And then you'll be ball-less and have to deal with me haunting your arses, since she'll obviously murder me first."

He opened the door.

"Talk amongst yourselves. I've got hot chocolate to get."

James walked out and closed the door with a sharp snap. That left the floor open to Wormtail, who shook his head as if trying to clear it. Remus got the impression James wasn't truly upset with them, but something had him grumpier than Filch when he was due to clean... well anything really.

Sirius however, didn't seem worried by this at all and rubbed his hands together eagerly, beaming at Wormtail. "Spill! What has sweet Lilykins done?"

Peter rubbed his beady eyes, before looking from Sirius to Remus. They had learned long ago that Peter had an uncanny grasp on how people worked just from observing them. He always had the perfect read on people. It was especially brilliant for planning revenge pranks. While not really gifted enough to plan the actual event, Wormtail always knew where to hit for maximum impact.

Which is why his words made Remus' jaw drop.

"Lily's turned seductress and James isn't going to last long."

***

Lily absentmindedly scratched behind Tigger's ear, waiting to hear James' footsteps reappear. He purred contentedly, his bushy tail swishing softy against her arm.

"So what do you think of him Tig?" she asked conspiratorially. "Does he seem like the same git to you?"

Her kitten mewed softly, rubbing his face up against the scarlet jumper she was still clad in. Lily grinned.

"Well since you're completely impartial, I appreciate the support."

Tigger mewed again before bounding off towards the stairs that led to her private dormitory. Lily wondered how he had got into the heads room in the first place, shaking her head; that cat could sneak into anywhere.

Feeling rather warm due to the large fire and her new hot chocolate and Butterbeer mix (she considered her and James concocting a name for their new tasty libation) Lily toyed with the idea of removing James' jumper. She was a little more than reluctant at the thought though. Now that she was surrounded in the soft, worn fabric that smelled heavily of heady teenage boy, who would want to willingly take it off? It was heavenly. So instead she pulled herself off the cushy sofa, heading for the bathroom upstairs to splash herself with cool water.

It was starting to become part of her daily routine, she mused, as she observed the natural, but pleasant flush on her cheeks in the large mirror before her. Merlin has it only been a month since I was freaking out about this? Lily touched a water cooled hand to the back of her neck, not wanting to detract from the almost pretty colour she had in her face at that moment. The loose sleeve of James' jumper slipped up to her bent elbow and she marvelled at how it swamped her frame. When James wore it, the sleeves were tight, subtly outlining his strong upper arms. And in contrast to the length of it on her, falling to nearly halfway down her thighs, when he stretched it rode up his torso, revealing a tantalising flash of his stomach, and sometimes the waistband of his boxers.

A familiar ache rose inside her and she closed her eyes to revel in the pounding heat. Merlin she was feeling wanton. Never before had she felt quite like this. Certainly her dreams had made Lily flush all over and her stomach swoop and her lips hungry for James' kisses... but this was different.

She wanted him. All of him.

She wanted to do things with him she wasn't even sure how to do. Sure she had dreamed about it. The kissing, touching and exploring, but what did she know? She had zero experience. But the thought occurred to her that she wanted to discover those things with him. And she wanted to be with him before, and after. Have him hold her, make her laugh, make her feel things she had never felt before. He was already succeeding on the latter. The thought both scared her and excited her to the point she thought she'd hyperventilate.

Calming herself with deep breaths, Lily realised just how much she wanted James Potter. Never had she trusted any male with herself, not since what she referred to as the 'forth year incident'.

She pulled a disgusted face at the mirror as she relived it. It still made her want to brush her teeth a hundred times over. Not even Alice knew about the 'forth year incident', not that there was much to tell.

For a few weeks she'd been reading up on History of Magic in the Library, finding it a lot more interesting once you perused it outside of Binns classroom. There had been a sixth year boy she thought was in Ravenclaw who took the table opposite her. She supposed he'd been good looking in a generic kind of way. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a shy if somewhat sly smile. She'd given him a smile back, but didn't speak to him.

On the third week, she got up to leave when he'd jumped out of his seat, moved to her and pressed his mouth over hers. It was not pleasant to say the least. Lily had swiftly kneed him in his manly places when his tongue had tried to enter her mouth and, mindful of being in the Library, growled at him that if he touched her again, it would be a severing charm assaulting his manly parts.

The cocky smile he'd worn despite the pain he was in still made her shudder in disgust.

Needless to say it had put her off the idea of kissing anyone else for a long time. But if she thought back to it, that incident made her harsher than she had usually been with James, so convinced was she, that he'd try something similar. In hindsight, Lily realised she should've noticed that James had never tried something that demeaning, no matter how badly he'd wanted her.

The thought made her smile with happiness and irony.

Because now it was her turn to do the wanting.

She thought back to the way he'd leaned close to her downstairs, so certain of what was coming. She'd been an instant away from closing her eyes and letting his lips descend onto hers. A thrill shot through her. How would he have kissed her? Sweetly? Hungrily? Or in some unknown way she couldn't even fathom?

I've gone mad, Lily thought as her eyes involuntarily closed and the swirls of her imagination made her tingle. She sat on the lid of the nearby loo, not realising she'd slightly tilted her head as the thought of James pressing kisses to her throat wandered into the picture she was creating. Lily had been in denial over the summer and so had fought any physical reactions to these kind of thoughts. But now, she felt the urge to touch herself, in all the wanton places she never had. Her fingertips trailed the skin of her neck lightly, sending a shiver through her, taking in James' scent at the same time as she inhaled at the shoulder of his jumper. Her other hand convulsed on her thigh, itching to add to the hot, needy burn that lay higher. Capturing her lip between her teeth, Lily's right hand reached her breasts, which felt a similar, but more subtle, ache to be touched.

The fissions her touch resulted through the fabric felt like more of a tease than anything. She imagined James' palm exploring her as his tongue caressed her mouth and she mimicked the gentle squeeze, causing a wave of heat to roll down and increase the already intense sensations between her legs.

Her left hand was moving higher up her thigh, taking the fabric of her shorts with it. The one at her breast was just about to venture under her clothes when she heard, "Lily?!"

She snatched her hands away, trying to regulate her breathing.

"Coming James!" she replied. Or not as the case may be.

Hope this tides you over! The next chapter will be longer and James centred! I also have a harry/ginny oneshot in stages of creation too. Thanks for being so patient! xxx