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Oneshot #2

By: You're Cute When You Scream

His hands swept down her arms, making her shiver. He was so close, and his musky scent was overwhelming, and as his hands ran down her forearms and onto her waist, she let go a shaky breath, her bottom lip quivering. So slowly, he lowered his head to hers-

Lily jerked herself from the daydream, biting her lip. History of Magic did tend to make the mind wander towards things that were forbidden.

A bead of sweat tickled her hair line, and she swiped at it. The hazy heat was horrible, it made everyone lax and sleepy, and the air heavy like honey. Lazily she glanced around the room, no one else seemed to be paying attention to the boring old ghost. Why should she?

She smiled sleepily, and let her gaze land on James. He was leaning back in his chair, rocking on the back two legs. He was diagonal to her, the perfect position, right in front of the window. If she was caught staring, she could simply state she had been gazing out the window, daydreaming of shadows and breezes and cold pumpkin juice. And not his hands, his large hands that were so rough and strong...

The bell rang sharply, and Lily snapped her head up. She groaned and let her head sink to the desk. She was absolutely hopeless. Everyone filed out of the classroom as fast as they could, leaving only James and his friends packing up there stuff.

Why was it that she had denied herself one thing all those years her yearned for her. And then the moment she was prepared to completely give in and let him sweep her off her feet, he let it go?

Irony was the word.

Slowly she dumped everything in her bag, the untouched writing implements and unopened history book. The only good thing about this class was the fact that it was their last of the week. The weekend loomed. And for once, Lily Evans was glad of it.

Her bag slung over her shoulder, she tottered out of the classroom, preferring to walk behind the Marauder's rather than in front. And not just to stare at a certain Marauder's bottom, you never know what they might do behind ones back.

Luckily for her, they were in some sort of a rush, and James brushed past her lightly, quickly murmering an apology to her, his voice deep and calm. She stopped to the side of the corridor, and fell against the wall. Had she really become that hopeless that his low husky voice made her weak in the knees? She smacked her head against the wall.

She called herself all kinds of stupid before she started moving again. She took the lonely path back to the common room, there was still and hour before dinner. An hour to waste pretending to do homework, while really distracted by his stupid presence. Oh, how she hated the way he made her stomach sway with joy!

Lily morosely mumbled the password at the portrait, not paying too much heed as she smiled warmly at her. Bored, she slumped onto one of the arm chairs, dropping her bag to the floor. Amazingly, they common room was crowded. That's odd, she could have sworn no one was there a few seconds ago.

Lily closed her eyes and leaned back into the couch. No, she had known someone was in here. She had known all along that James was in here. It was hard for her to miss when her heart shuddered violently in her chest before starting again, only double the pace. But when he was around, it was like there was no one else in the world, just those two. It was bliss.

Kids shrieked around her, running and chasing and being down right annoying. Lily tried desperately to shut out the noise to no avail. A headache brewed somewhere in the back of her head.

Fed up of the stupid first years she grunted menacingly and jumped up, snatching her wand from her bag she sent her bag to her room. Few people watched this stunt, anger seemed to radiate off of this red-headed beauty.

Frustrated with herself, she stomped towards the back of the portrait, her mouth set in a straight line. She had no idea why she was so angry! It was just boiling inside her stomach like a potion, ready to explode any minute if the heat became too much.

Things seemed to slide out of her way, the strangled hold she had on her wand didn't loosen as she marched out of the common room. Her breathing was heavy as she walked with stubborn movements through the school. No idea where she was taking herself she just walked.

When she had walked enough she stopped in an abandoned corridor, she scrunched her eyes up tight and screamed as loud as she could. All the anger she had ever felt spilling out into the corridor by way of her torn angels voice.

Rage dissolved into sadness and grief, and the scream was caught in her throat. Her eyes slipped shut, and she dropped herself to the floor. Her legs were sprawled around her in a rather undignified manner, and tears dribbled unbidden from her eyes.

Man, she thought, emotions suck.

She cried for no reason. Or maybe there was a reason. All the pent up energy she had held in these past few weeks, all the hate she felt for every girl that passed James's apraising eyes, all the heartbreak she had felt when she knew he didn't love her any more. All of the rage she felt with herself for not realising that her head swimming every time she saw him was not hate at all. But it love, and overwhelming, overgrown love and joy being near him.

For those moments she was alone in the hall, she broke down. In all her red-headed, emerald-eyed glory she snapped like a twig under foot.

And then the running sounded, and the panting of someone who had been jogging through the old castle. She breathed deep when the footsteps closed, and she peeked out from under her eye lashes.

Lily regretted the action almost instantly. Because standing at the hall, with broad shoulders, long legs, messy, jet black hair and dark brown eyes hidden under wire-rimmed glasses, was James Potter. The sight made her heart ache.

"Oh my," he whispered, and took four long strides to reach her. He immediately leant over and picked her up. Like a rag doll, she was limp in his arms, her heart beating erratically as she was suddenly aware of his arms wrapped around her waist, and her whole body pressed against his. Her breathing hitched as his thumbs moved against her back, leaving lines of heat where they had once been.

Lily let her eyes stay closed, for if she opened them to look through the glass and into his eyes, she would surely die of happiness. Though now she thought of it, that wouldn't be so bad. Instead she pulled her arms from her side and wrapped them around his neck, burying her face deeper into his chest.

"Lily," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck, and that deep voice sending butterflies flying up to her throat, floating around inside of her. Lily screwed her eyes shut tighter, because if she opened them, she would be alone in the corridor, hugging herself closely and weeping into her own arms.

He pulled back slightly, and her loose grip around his neck meant her hands slid over his strong shoulders. James supported her slightly, though her feet were firmly on the ground, her knees were weak again. One of his hands ran up her back, into her hair, and down the side of her neck, an action that made her shudder with delight, a small smile spread itself over her mouth.

Lily felt his calloused thumb run down the front of her throat, while his fingers played with the hair just behind her ears. Suddenly she felt very sleepy again, relaxed and calm. James made her feel like that though. He always achieved the impossible, making her feel so sleepy and yet so awake at the same time.

Apprehension ran through her bones, was he going to kiss her? Or was he just going to stay like this? Because for her, staying like this would have been just fine, even if it meant she'd never find out what it was like to kiss him, it didn't matter, because this was enough.

"Lily..." he breathed in her ear again, and she felt his lips ghost against the side of her face, down to the corner of her mouth, and then back up to her ear again. She loved the way her name rolled off of his tongue.

Just like in those daydreams she had, she let out a shaky breath, her lower lip quivering. The thumb on her throat stroked her skin lightly, a sigh emmited from Lily's lips and she ran her own hands over his shoulders and up to his soft hair.

She had yet to open her eyes, and she never wanted to, it would ruin whatever type of moment they had, the moment that hung in the air heavily and draped itself over them like a blanket.Or was that the heat? Lily wasn't sure, she didn't care either.

Slowly she sighed, and took a tiny step forward so that she was a smidgen closer, and her knee was brushing the base of his.

It was his turn to let out a shaky breath, "Screw it," he breathed, and pressed his mouth to hers.

Slowly and sweetly they kissed, even if it was only for a few seconds, his lips were so warm against hers, and she found herself sighing into his mouth before he pulled away.

They both opened their eyes, Lily's image mirrored James's, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed a light pink, eyes clouded with love, lust, passion, every emotion in the world. She took a deep breath and breathed, "Wow." That was enough for him. He spun her around so she had her back against the corridor wall, and once again kissed her softly.

It was all movements and sighs from there. Her hands tugged on his hair, while one of his brushed against her stomach, the other still on her neck, cradling her face. Her mind was blissfully blank as James's lips caressed hers.

When he pulled away, Lily was panting, before she could open her eyes and say something, James pressed his mouth to her neck, just under her ear. She tipped her head back onto the wall, her eyebrows raised and smiling, while the hand on her waist stroked her stomach gently.

She was thoroughly enjoying herself when all the frantic thoughts flooded back to her. She shouldn't be doing this! He shouldn't be doing this! They weren't meant to be together, they were meant to continue their much loved game of cat and mouse! Nothing serious was ever meant to come of this.

She was doing it again, she was denying herself the one thing she wanted more than anything in the world again. Lily turned her head, and James pulled away, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that this couldn't go on any further, not unless she knew exactly where they stood with each other.

His eyes didn't read confusion, as she thought they might have, but the deep brown told only of knowing sympathy. He knew this was going to happen, she thought sadly.

Desperately she searched his eyes for anything but that knowledge and that pure innocent love that always rested there. "What does this mean?" she begged.

He smiled at her, and her knees were weak, and her heart rocketed off again. And in that husky voice of his, he answered her. "Whatever you'd like it to mean, love."

Lily's mind screamed, screamed and sang at the same time. Whatever I'd like it to mean? What kind of non-answer is that? But maybe the answer wasn't as bad as she thought. She bit her lip, swollen from the kissing, and looked up at him through her lashes. If she had an insight to James's mind at that very moment, she would have known how alluring she had looked. But she didn't. She was acting shy. Shyness be damned.

He called her love, and he'd said it gently, like there was more to his words than what was really there. He'd always spoken to her like that, in that caring way, with that voice that folded her up and placed her in his pocket. But he'd always looked at her like that too. Since when had his voice and looks made her feel like this?

"I don't know what I want it to mean though," Lily whispered helplessly, and looked down at the floor, her head tilted down and side ways. She couldn't help but notice his hands still on her waist and collarbone, and hers over his shoulders.

All sorts of emotions welled up inside of her, suffocating and drowning the butterflies, she slipped her hands down to his chest, and she gripped his shirt in her balled up hands. Lily glared up at him. "I hate you," she whispered, the scornful words sounded weak to her own ears, and her eyes didn't project the malice she wanted them to.

"Why do you hate me?" he whispered back playfully. It wasn't a game for him, but by making it sound like one of those little spats they had all the time, it made things easier.

"I hate you because you make me feel like this! All happy and beautiful! I hate how you make my head spin and my knees all wobbly! I hate it that you look at me, like, like that!" Lily's whispered words were heated, and full of passion, and that same passion burned in her green eyes like some sort of fire.

James's eyes were slightly clouded again, and he was smiling all lopsided again, like he did when he looked at her while they fought. "Well," he said in a hushed voice, lowering his head to her ear. "If that's the case," he trailed a line of kisses up the side of her neck, down and up to her ear again, "I hate you too."

He kissed the corner of her mouth again, and raised his hand to her face. James leaned his forehead to hers and traced the outline of her lips with his thumb, Lily's wide eyes were staring up at his. Over and over again he whispered, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," so lovingly and gently she felt like she might cry again.

His voice faded away into the night, and he rubbed his nose against hers. Lily closed her eyes and sighed, "What will everyone think? The immovable Lily Evans falls for the magnificent James Potter..."

James only laughed, "You think I'm magnificent..." he stated dreamily, and then, more seriously. "But it doesn't matter what they think, if they are against us, they can go themselves. Because I have you. And they don't." He grinned recklessly, and through his smile, he kissed her again, drawing her snug against him.