Ok…Chapter 2, let's see how this goes shall we?

"Um…how was your day?" James asked.

Lily stared at him. "Are you okay Potter? You look like you're going to be sick."

James thought he just might. Ever since he had talked to Remus he had been doing a very unlike-James thing, suffering from anxiety. He knew he was being ridiculous; he was James Potter for Merlin sake! He could make grown men cry on the Quidditch Pitch, he was brilliant, amazingly good looking…and completely nervous over talking to Lily.

He cleared his throat and hoped his mind would clear soon as well. He forced a laugh.

"Probably just ate too much." He said. Truthfully he hadn't eaten much at all. He had been too busy going over Lily's story in his head while attempting to ignore Sirius' questions and Remus' knowing looks. He rubbed his hands over his stomach to relieve the make believe aches. He glimpsed Lily's cheeks redden before she turned away. He looked down to realize he his rubbing had exposed his very muscular stomach. He felt the surge of confidence he had been desperate for when a very James idea popped into his head.

"Alright Evans? You look a bit flustered." He said, trying to hide a grin.

"I'm fine." She said curtly. "And my day was fine, how was yours?"

"Well." He said, grinning at his re-found confidence and the possibilities this idea could manifest itself into. "I just couldn't stop thinking of this dream I had last night."

"What dream?" She asked, obviously just being polite.

"It's actually really personal, I don't know if you could handle it."

She stopped, he felt her temperature rise as she felt the spark of an argument.

"Well from what I can tell you lack knowledge in many topics Potter, not exactly one for the record books. So excuse me for saying that you not knowing something about me doesn't surprise me but maybe you should let me decide what I can handle before you really piss me off."

He smirked. "Are you sure?"

She glared at him. "I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever insignificant details your imagination can conquer up."

He grinned, grabbing her and pushing her back roughly against the nearest wall. He looked down at her, her eyes were wide with surprise and he felt her clench her stomach in their closeness. He leaned forward so his lips were beside her ear. He heard her take a sharp breath.

"Maybe you can handle my imagination." He whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. "But can you handle your own?"

She shivered. "What…"

He pulled his head back and kissed her. He felt as if fireworks were shooting off in his chest. He had never felt like this, especially not with kissing. Kissing was always something he thought should be bypassed, but now…he wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life.

He moved his hands into her hair, which felt even softer than it looked. He balled his hands into fists and pulled, earning a small moan that he couldn't believe came from Lily.

The cool hallway was suddenly extremely hot. He felt his cloak fall off his shoulders to the ground. He moved his hands to Lily's shoulders and pushed her cloak off as well, his hands rubbing her shoulders over her uniform. She sighed, trying to lean into his more but he pushed his body against her so she was stuck between him and the wall. He felt her hands in his hair, tugging in turn and he groaned. Encouraged by this Lily moved her hands to his lower back and dug her nails into his skin.

James felt himself losing control, he grabbed her under the knees and pulled up, and in turn she wrapped her legs around his waist. They both groaned at the pressure as her hips landed perfectly against him, breaking the kiss. James looked up; her position had made her a little taller than him. Her demeanor shocked him. Her hair was everywhere, her lips plump from kissing him, her chest was heaving from as much as his from the much needed air, and her eyes held a need he had never seen before. He was spiraling down, lost in them, there was a great possibility he would never return, and that didn't bother him in the slightest. He moved to kiss her again, but she placed a hand on his chest. He looked back up, her eyes were closed, she was trying to compose herself. He watched her, and suddenly he was brought back to reality as well. Oh Merlin, she was going to kill him.

She unlocked her legs from around him and he put his hands on her waist to help her. Back to her original height he now looked down at her. She hadn't opened her eyes.

"Lily?" He asked his voice husky.

"Don't." She said quietly. "Just don't." She opened her eyes and started to walk away.

"Lily…we have to…"

"No. No we don't have to do anything." She turned on him, fire in her eyes. "You invaded my personal thoughts, you read what I wrote in class, I have nothing to say to you."

"Lily, we need to discuss…"

"No! No discussions! I'm leaving, finish rounds by yourself." She turned and continued to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. Faster than he could blink he was hanging upside down, looking at a very angry Lily with her wand pointed at him. She stared at him for a second.

"I hope some poor first year sneaking around the castle after hours isn't the one to find you, especially with that." She said, pointing and walking away.

Confused, James looked to where she had pointed to see his obvious reaction to what had just happened. He groaned, just his luck.

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~Mystery