Of Mudbloods and Sex
(A/N: So yeah. This took awhile. I deeply apologize to all my readers, but at least it wasn't like an entire year's worth of waiting (like before... Oops.)
I'm not sure about how often I'll be able to update, because I've just entered my junior year and the work is immense. It's horrible. But as most of you would know, the draw of fanfiction is a little too much too deny for long...
Anyway, here's chapter eleven. I felt uber bad so I kind of gave you guys an extra long chapter, just because I felt like it. Have fun!)
Chapter Eleven: The Mudbloods
James stumbled into his dorm room, his friends following behind him. Peter's bed already had the drapes drawn around it, and James assumed he had already gone to sleep.
Laughing in disbelief, James fell onto his bed, shaking his head. Closing his eyes, he could hear Remus escorting a more-than-slightly-tipsy Sirius into the bathroom to do his bedtime routine. A smile still playing on his face, James sighed before reminiscing about his night.
Who could have ever thought that Lily was capable of dancing like that? James had always seen Lily as a sweet, albeit loud and stubborn girl who was also – regretfully – prudish. She seemed that way last year at least, refusing to come down to parties, touch alcohol, or talk to the Marauders at all. Lily was always nowhere to be found whenever a social function was occurring, and although James surveyed the room every time he walked into a party for any sign of the redhead, she was never there. Disappointed, James would proceed to party and drink himself out of his mind, sometimes not remembering how to get back to his room the next morning. He figured that his friends must have brought him back every time, but he was never sure.
But tonight had changed everything James had thought about Lily. Admittedly, he was quite put out when he didn't see her on the train. He had been so sure that she'd be sitting in the Prefects' compartment, but he had sat there for half an hour at the beginning of the ride before sullenly stomping down to where the other Marauders were waiting for him.
As soon as they had walked into the Great Hall, he had been completely blown away. He was aware that the other two girls had gone though similar transformations, but he didn't seem to be able to look away from the particular way Lily just seemed to glow with newfound confidence and just… sex appeal.
And even after that – her legs that had seemed to stretch forever in the miniscule skirt she had worn to dinner – he didn't expect to see her at the party, of all places. And her dance with the other girls made him so damned hard.
It was almost a dream come true when he started dancing with her. He had only dreamed of getting so close to her, touching her so intimately, feeling her press up against him, grinding herself into him. Euphoria and lust had pounded through his veins, filling him with the desire to hold her closer, to bend down his head so he could fill his nose with her scent, to just swing her around and just kiss her into oblivion. But he held himself back – he still didn't know what her boundaries were, or even if she had any anymore.
And then she had started grinding harder, seducing him past all thought and reason. He had whipped her around – her gorgeous hair flying, her eyes half-closed, staring up at him with a darker green than usual – and pressed both of them together, facing each other. He felt the warmth between her legs on his thigh as they danced, her chest pressed against his. He could barely follow the beat, his head swimming with desire. When it was over, it took him awhile to regain his breath before he ascended the flight of stairs to his bed.
Now collapsed on his bed, James felt his still-raging hard-on continue to pulse. He breathed deeply, in and out again, trying to calm it down before he opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was Remus, sitting on Sirius's bed. Sirius was obviously passed out, drooling all over his pillow. Remus had helped him into bed, and looked as if he was on the verge of returning to his own bed if the weird expression on his face hadn't caused James to take a second glance at him.
Remus was looking over at James, but that wasn't what perplexed James. It was exactly how and where Remus was staring. It was only a second between the moment James noticed Remus's oddness and Remus snapping out of it, but in that second he thought Remus had been staring at James's pants.
Remus stood up hurriedly as James continued to glance over confusedly. Remus made his way over to his bed, settling on it and taking off his shirt while placing his wand on his bedside table.
"Good night," James heard him mumble before the drapes were drawn around him in a protective barrier. James said nothing, staring at the spot were Remus had been for a minute more before he stood up and quietly made his way to the bathroom.
Brushing his teeth, James glanced into the mirror, meticulously running his hand around his chin. If there was one thing James was extremely picky about, it was his clean-shaven-ness. He shaved every day, disliking the rough scratch of his face when he forgot.
Satisfied with his lack of facial hair, James turned off the light before climbing into his own bed. He could hear the deep breathing and occasional snores from his roommates and best friends as he settled down, opting to not close his drapes that night. Instead he stared up at the ceiling, choosing to dedicate every moment of that night into his memory. Sometime while he was doing this he had drifted off into sleep, and dreamed of seas of dark red hair, freckles, and heat.
The next day, a wailing alarm resounded in the seventh year girls' dorm room.
"Turn it off," someone groaned, slurring through her sleep.
A slap was heard, and the alarm shut off. Although four of the girls fell back into slumber, three of them tripped out of their beds and into the bathroom.
"Why are we up at five forty-five in the morning anyway?" Lily mumbled as they brushed their teeth.
A bunch of incomprehensible gurgling and wet sounds replied to her.
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
Kirst spit into the sink, wiping her mouth.
"Because you know how long it takes us to get ready. I'm helping you guys do it, for the first few weeks anyway, until we get so good at it we can do it in our sleep. Then we can actually wake up later, at a more reasonable hour, and will be able to, like, you know. Finish our entire routine in half an hour compared to the two hours it'll take us today."
Ro groaned through her toothpaste, spitting it into the sink as Kirst and Lily rinsed their mouths. Trudging into the showers, the girls moaned in bliss as the warm water hit their sleepy bodies. Finishing, they proceeded to wash their faces with several different products, slathering on lotion and moisturiser.
Exiting the bathroom slightly less bleary-eyed, they made their way over to their respective dressers. What followed was a series of make up application and swears when something smudged.
"Can I borrow your blush, Kirst?"
"Wait, I need to put on mascara – "
"Shit, I can't find my eyeliner. Where in the bloody hell's the eyeliner?"
"All be damned, this isn't the right shade – "
"Oh, dear Merlin, that looks awful! Take it off, take it off – "
"I think some of it got in my eye!"
"Done!"
Lily and Ro whipped around to look at Kirst. She was perfectly made-up, checking her reflection in the mirror, her hair straightened and glossy.
Turning to her gaping friends, Kirst rolled her eyes amusedly before helping them.
True to her word, it did take the girls two hours to do their make-up that day, mostly because they were still mastering the techniques that the make-up artist had taught them over the summer. Once they were done, however, the girls looked stunning. Eyes highlighted in combination with seductively pouting lips, the girls kept it to a minimum, although it took ages for them to get the hang of applying foundation the correct way.
"This is why I told Karl not to hire a make-up artist for us," Kirst muttered as she was wiping their last attempt off Ro's face. Lily sighed.
But they were finished now, and they adjusted their school uniforms so that the Professors wouldn't throw a fit when they saw how actually scantily clad they were. They had adjusted their new uniform skirts (all their exercising over the summer had made their previous skirts too loose to wear) so that they fell slightly higher than halfway down their thighs, their feet encased in two-inch heels. They had decided to stick with a shorter height so as not to antagonise Professors further. Their blouses were opened low, similar to what they had worn the night before. They left their robes open for now, resolving to button up their cardigans in class.
Grabbing their new bags they had bought during their stay in Italy – shoulder bags with long handles, large enough to fit their supplies, and closely resembling tote bags – they made their way down the stairs to the common room. It would have been deserted if the Marauders hadn't happened to be standing at the bottom of the stairs.
The three girls glanced at each other, communicating through their eyes before walking down the stairs together, more purposefully now.
"Good morning, ladies," Sirius Black started, grinning devilishly. Beside him, James smirked slightly while Remus smiled and Peter stared.
To their utter surprise, the girls didn't answer his greeting. They continued straight past him, not bothering to look his way.
"Oi!" Sirius ran to walk backwards in front of them. "Didn't you hear me? I said 'good morning'."
If they heard, the trio didn't show any reaction. Sirius tripped through the portrait hole with difficulty, and when the girls made their way down the corridor, Sirius called to them.
"What's going on? I thought after last night we all were on speaking terms!"
At this, Ro twisted around to smile at him over her shoulder.
"Now what makes you think that?" she inquired pleasantly before turning forward and the trio rounded the corner.
Sirius was still standing there surprised and confused when James, Remus, and Peter crawled out of the opening.
"Completely barmy, those girls," Sirius muttered as the Marauders trudged after the girls.
And the girls' inexplicable attitude towards them continued for the rest of the day. Their entrance to the Great Hall was met by wolf-whistles and the sounds of movement by the boys – and some girls – echoed in the hallway as they tried to adjust their positions for a better view of them. Although they smiled and greeted several people and talked with others, they studiously ignored the Marauders. Perplexed, the Marauders sat at the other end of the Gryffindor table, watching from a distance.
The girls went through the week building up their reputations. They flirted with boys constantly, smiled and listened with no interest to all the girls following them, and paid attention in class. If there was one thing that Lily will never be able to let go, James reasoned, it was getting good grades. At what appeared to be Lily's insistence, the girls seemed to ace their classes, knowing the answer to every question thrown their way, and making their way into teachers' good graces. Even Professor McGonagall let out a rare smile on Friday, much to the surprise of the class.
As soon as classes were let out, the trio made their way down the lake, sitting in the shade of a tree. The usual babbling girls that had taken a sudden hook into the new queen bees followed them, giggling. Several boys accompanied them, sitting in the sunshine a little ways away, showing off and glancing up hopefully every so often over to the three girls poised in the center of the mass of chattering girls. Despite being surrounded by so much activity, the girls remained cool and aloof, only nodding from time to time, mostly conversing only with themselves.
"Excuse me, ladies."
A burst of giggling erupted among the groupies as Remus Lupin walked towards them, smiling charmingly. Sirius Black arrived right after him, glancing around before letting his gaze settle on the trio.
"Move it."
They raised their eyebrows in a challenge.
"And why should we?"
"This is our tree. So go find a different one."
"Ah. So we're staking claims now, are we?"
This was Lily who replied, staring up at Sirius slightly through her eyelashes. She shifted slightly so that he'd have a good view down her blouse. Sirius glanced further down before raising his gaze to look at her face again, his eyebrow raising.
"I won't repeat it again. Clear out."
"Or what, Black?" Lily asked, playing with her wand in one hand. "I'm not afraid of anything you can dish out."
"Locomotor Mor – "
"Expelliarmus!"
Before Sirius could even finish the incantation, he found himself disarmed and looking foolish. Lily stood there coolly, twirling his wand in her hand while casually pointing her wand at him. He hadn't even registered that she had moved until too late.
"Now, where were we? Oh, yes. We're not going anywhere, Black. We were here first, so why don't you and your little friends go find somewhere else to be? Preferably far away from here."
Black could only blink as his wand was handed back to him. Remus, looking slightly impressed at Lily's performance, wrapped his arm around Sirius's shoulders, guiding him back to where James and Peter were waiting.
"Well?" James asked impatiently, peering over their shoulders to look where Lily was sitting down again.
"She disarmed him without him so much as finishing a hex."
James's eyes whipped around to survey Sirius in surprise. Sirius still looked shocked, staring at the wand in his hands. Peter let out a low whistle.
"That's rough, Padfoot," James said, patting his friend on the shoulder. Sirius shook his head, not replying.
"Come on. I guess we can always go sit somewhere else," James muttered, about to lead them towards another shady tree along the lake's edge.
"What did we do?"
They turned back to look at Sirius, who was looking over at the three girls who were busy with their fans.
"I thought we were okay after that first dance."
"Evidently not," James replied sullenly.
But there was nothing they could do about it. Annoyed, the Marauders returned into the castle, and they decided not to talk about it anymore.
It had only been a week since they had returned to Hogwarts. The girls' plan was working brilliantly – their social status had skyrocketed through the roof. Socialising during the day, they were always found studying hard at night. It was a wonder, really, how they were able to pull it off. They were almost constantly surrounded by their posse of wannabes, although it was a huge hassle because the girls tried to talk to them every second of the day; the trio dealt with it with admirable patience, mostly because they knew if they drove those girls away, their newfound popularity would plummet. All three were much more outspoken in classes, choosing to answer all questions and earning their House more house points than they had ever earned in the first six years put together. Teachers found them charismatic, and soon they were routinely cheeky in class yet found in high favour. Boys tried to infiltrate the almost impenetrable throng of girls to try and talk to the Kirsty Denwood, the Romanda Wong, and the Lily Evans.
Surprisingly, even the Slytherins were enthusiastic. Several had expressed interest in one or another, forgetting that the three were even from Gryffindor. Of these, Mulciber and Snape seemed to fancy the trio the most, always seen staring at the girls greedily from the other side of the corridor or Great Hall. Soon, word got around for how the Slytherins referred to the girls.
The Mudbloods.
At first, everyone was shocked. It was still one of the dirtiest, more derogatory words in Wizard language. And yet, the girls didn't seem to mind. Little by little, the school population stopped retaining the bad feeling associated with the word, and the word 'Mudbloods' was commonplace throughout the school.
"Is there a party this weekend?"
It was early October, and the girls were getting ready for bed. They had already gotten out of their school uniforms, and were lying around their room clad only in their bras and knickers. Ro was lying on her bed reading Lily's latest edition of The Quibbler as Lily did her nails.
"Yeah, down in Hufflepuff," Kirst replied, checking her reflection in her mirror.
"Hufflepuff has parties?" Lily asked incredulously as she paused in her nail painting to pull on an overlarge shirt. It was a tad chilly in the room.
"Of course they do. Every House has parties."
"But Hufflepuff?"
Kirst grinned at Lily from her spot in the room. "I'll tell you now that they have more credit than you give them."
"Well, I guess we'll see about that. What are we going to do tonight though? We've only successfully avoided the Marauders this entire week. I can tell they're going mad. They're most definitely going to be there, right?"
When Kirst nodded, Ro asked, "Then what are we going to do? Just grind with other boys all night long and hope that the Marauders are unable to cut in?"
"That's the whole fun of it, isn't it?"
"I know, but what exactly are we supposed to do?"
"Oh, right. I, like, totally forgot to warn you. We're hooking up with guys tonight."
"What?!"
Lily fell off her bed, swiping a long line of nail polish up her leg as Ro dropped her Quibbler. Kirst snorted.
"You never told us we were going to have to, as you so delicately put it, hook up with boys!"
"Well what else did you think Phase One, Part Two was?"
"Bloody hell, Kirsty! How were we supposed to know we were going to degrade ourselves – "
"We are not," Kirst cut in viciously, glaring at her friends, "degrading ourselves. Okay, look," she continued, seeing that Lily was going to argue back, "we're just having a bit of fun. It's not degrading if both of you are enjoying it. Right?"
"Well," Lily started dubiously. "I guess so…"
"Exactly. So, like, just calm down, all right? You'll be fine." Kirst turned back to primp in the mirror again.
"Wait, when you say 'hooking up', how far do you mean, exactly?"
"Oh, the usual."
Lily sighed as Ro rolled her eyes.
"And what, exactly, is the 'usual'?"
"You know, blowjobs."
"Bloody hell!"
This time Lily stood up and glared at Kirst menacingly. Ro could only squeak in fear.
"You," Lily growled, advancing on Kirst slowly, "never said anything about blowjobs."
"Oh, didn't I? Sorry. I must have, like, forgotten or something," Kirst replied, unperturbed.
Ro remembered now why it was a bad idea to make a redhead angry.
Before she could explode, however, Kirst smiled placatingly at Lily before getting up and putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Now, it's really nothing to worry about). If you want, we won't have to get that far yet tonight."
"Yet," Ro muttered, picking The Quibbler off the ground again and dusting off the cover.
Lily squinted suspiciously at Kirst, who remained smiling in a carefree manner.
"Second base only, all right? Really, I can't say how far I'm going to go myself, but still. And you don't have to go any further than you're comfortable with. Obviously."
Although Ro and Lily visibly relaxed at this statement, they did not stop surveying their friend with open distrust. Kirst giggled before sitting next to Ro on Lily's bed.
"What's second base again?" Ro asked tentatively.
"Oh, just boobs… Will you stop doing that?" Kirst asked impatiently as Ro squeaked again. "Seriously. You'd think you were, like, a second year or something."
"Well, I'm sorry, Your Exalted Sex Maniac-ness," Lily apologized sarcastically. "We don't have as much of a sex drive as you seem to have."
"There's nothing wrong with a healthy sex drive, Lily, you know that." Kirst smiled cheekily back at her.
"Perhaps."
"All right. So it's safe to assume neither of you have landed second base ever, am I correct?"
"Well, there was this one time some guy grabbed my chest when I was getting off the Muggle tube. It was really awkward and I felt really… well, violated," Ro admitted.
"What? Why have you never told us this?" Lily asked in horror.
"Well, I didn't think it was that important!" Ro shot back, crossing her arms.
"Someone molested you in public and that isn't important?"
"Well, now that I think about it…" Ro muttered.
"Okay, whatever," Kirst interjected. "Right now, we need to worry about what you lot are going to do when you pull a boy."
"Right," Lily answered dubiously.
"Well, after you've successfully pulled him, hopefully you'll be in a private space and not in the middle of a dance floor (two words). He kisses you, you kiss back, et cetera. He'll try to stick his hands under your shirt to feel around a bit before tearing it off. And then your bra will come off and he can do the rest. But you have to remember to take off his shirt, too – it's not fair if he's fully clothed when you're not," Kirst added thoughtfully. "If you're that uncomfortable, stop him before he sticks his hand down your trousers."
"You're scaring me," Lily admitted, eyes wide.
"Oh, don't worry. I assure you, it's very, very enjoyable when you find someone who's good at it," Kirst grinned.
For two seconds, Lily's vision swam with images of her and someone else in a dark corner of the castle, passionately caressing and kissing. Shaking her head, she jumped when she realised Kirst had moved and was sitting right in front of her.
"Time to practice," Kirst announced, leaning forward and kissing Lily.
Lily's eyes closed as she returned the kiss. She recalled how they did it the last time and quickly picked up where they left off. For some reason, it wasn't as awkward as it was last time, and she felt completely comfortable doing this.
Merlin, that's weird, Lily thought.
Nonetheless, within half a minute, Lily noticed Kirst's hands at her hips, tugging at her shirt. Lily allowed it, wrapping her arms around Kirst's shoulders as the other girls slipped her hands under her shirt.
This wasn't the first time Kirst's hands had been under her shirt, or touching her boobs. But it felt different somehow, and as Kirst continued her way up Lily's torso, Lily found that she enjoyed the feeling. Kirst's finger traced a line right under Lily's bra, causing Lily to shiver in her embrace. Finally, Kirst helped Lily tug her shirt over her head before resuming their kissing.
After five seconds, Kirst sat back and grinned at Lily.
"That's basically it. The boy will do the rest. Just sit back and relax. Don't forget to interact with him, too!" Kirst winked, before turning to Ro and kissing her as well, repeating what she just did with Lily. Lily sat and just stared, watching her two best friends going at it in only their bra and knickers.
Lily felt a slight jolt, but just as quickly as it came, the feeling disappeared. Blinking, Lily shook her head before standing up and yawning. Kirst and Ro broke off their kiss before turning to Lily.
"I'm heading to bed, girls," Lily announced, walking into the bathroom to do the rest of her bathroom stuff.
"I guess you'll be fine after that," Kirst said brightly to Ro before bouncing up and following Lily.
It took Ro five seconds to regain her control before she, too, went to bed.
It turned out that the Hufflepuff party was a pool party. The burrows were close to the lake, and a while ago some students thought it'd be nice to have an underground, indoor swimming pool at their disposal. They used it often, and tonight's party was based entirely around it.
The girls walked in confidently, receiving just as many stares as they had the first day back. Dropping their cloaks unceremoniously onto a chair, they felt the intense stares as people drank in the sight of them in their bikinis. All three had let down their hair to frame their faces and fall onto their shoulders, their bodies covered only in almost miniscule black bikinis. Seeing that their hard work over the summer was finally paying off, the girls smirked and split up, flirting with as many boys as possible.
"Now remember," Kirst reminded them just before they left their dormitory. "We need to fire up the boys. They know we've been ignoring them all week. Let's show them what we've got."
"I think we've basically done that already," Lily grinned, throwing a glance towards the Marauders in question. They were busy flirting with some of the other girls at the party, but were also obviously staring at the trio who had just entered.
"Ether way, let's go," Ro rolled her eyes, and the girls walked over to the pool.
Dipping a toe into the water, Ro announced, "That's pretty warm."
"Yeah, they have internal heating. Wicked, really."
Ro stood up and the girls looked at each other. Kirst mouthed her counting, and on three, the girls all dived into the water.
I'm so glad that we got swimming lessons this summer, Ro thought as the water welcomed her body.
Breaking through the water, the girls threw back their hair before getting out of the water again.
"Too bad there aren't a lot of people in the water," Kirst said thoughtfully, glancing around.
"Yeah, what kind of a pool party is this?" Lily asked.
"No idea. But do you think it's time for us to split? The Marauders are approaching."
They looked behind them, and it was true. James and Sirius were heading their way, Remus and Peter in tow.
"Evacuate!" Kirst exclaimed theatrically, unable to be heard over the blaring music.
The three girls split, each spotting a random boy and approaching them. Lily had landed herself with a Hufflepuff in the year below her who was, surprisingly, attractive. Dark brown, soft curls and a warm laugh made John an extremely cute boy. Not to mention the fact that he was pretty well muscled in his swim trunks. He seemed pleased that Lily had chosen him, and after awhile, his friends left them, realising that Lily actually looked interested.
He seems nice enough, Lily thought.
"You play Quidditch?" she asked, eyeing him carefully.
"Well, yes, I do. Beater. But I didn't try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. I have more important stuff to worry about."
Sexy Scottish accent, Lily thought approvingly.
"Well, as long as you play. I have a thing for a guy in Quidditch uniform," Lily admitted, winking.
That was the lamest thing I could have ever said, Lily said, kicking herself. She glanced back up to catch the expression on John's face. She wasn't disappointed.
"Really? How about you come around and I show you my uniform?"
Lily looked up at John, her face carefully molded into cool confidence. Inside she was freaking out.
Oh, Merlin, already? Does he mean go to his room? Should I do it? I mean, this is what Kirst told us to do, but –
She took a quick glance around and saw a whip of blonde hair rounding a corridor on the other side of the room.
Great, Lily sighed.
She turned back to John, slipping a sly smile on her face.
"That might be intriguing," she answered as he grinned. Lily's heart jumped with nerves when he grabbed her hand. She let him lead her towards the direction Kirst had disappeared to, sliding her arm into his instead of holding hands. She caught James staring at her with an unreadable emotion just before she disappeared around the corner.
"My room's this way," John said, glancing down at her with a smile. Lily said nothing, letting her hand run up and down his arm, tracing random paths.
He suddenly turned, and Lily was presented with a door. He opened it, presenting a cozy, round room similar to the Gryffindor dormitories except it was decked out in yellow and black. Clothing was strewn about, as was usual for boys' dormitories, Lily supposed.
Not long after she stepped through the doorway, Lily heard the door closing behind her and suddenly she was pushed against the wall.
"You know," John said, his entire demeanor changed, "I've wanted you ever since you showed up earlier this week" He was staring at her with half-hooded eyes, his hand slowly traveling up her torso. Lily's bare skin shivered.
"I'm glad," Lily whispered back, licking her lips.
John glanced down and, with a smirk, kissed her hard.
This was certainly not something Lily was used to. Kirst was always gentle, albeit enthusiastic. John was a lot more harsh, his movements more erratic. He now grasped Lily's hip, his thumb drawing circles on her skin. Lily wished she was wearing more than just a wet bikini, but concentrated on kissing John back.
What do I do with my hands? she wondered, leaving them wrapped loosely around his waist.
John suddenly forced his tongue between her lips, but Lily didn't say anything. She knew if she complained her carefully constructed reputation would fail miserably. So instead she returned the action slowly, carefully, and – hopefully, she thought – seductively, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and drawing shapes on his back. John slowed down with her before his hands suddenly moved behind her and he squeezed her ass.
Lily jumped, but forced herself not to squeak. John grinned against her, thinking she had enjoyed it, and starting gripping her ass as he left her mouth, traveling down her neck.
Oh… that feels good, Lily thought in surprise as John licked and kissed at her neck. Despite herself, she let out a little moan. John smirked as Lily ran her fingers down his neck and around his shoulders, forgetting her earlier hesitance.
John hurriedly made his way down to Lily's chest, kissing at the revealed skin there. Lily gasped in shock when he suddenly grabbed her left breast tightly, kneading the flesh there. Lily couldn't breathe properly. Before she could react, he slowly peeled back her top, his mouth quickly diving under it.
Lily groaned as he started to kiss and suck. His other hand came up to squeeze and fondle her other breast. She didn't know how long it lasted, but the next time she opened her eyes, her bikini top had been thrown carelessly onto the floor and John was starting to make his way down her stomach.
When Lily felt his finger curl around her bikini bottom, her panic started afresh. She looked down at him and tried to think of a way to escape.
Reaching down, she grabbed his head and pulled him up, kissing him fiercely. John, pleasantly surprised, let her, but kept his finger tracing her remaining clothing. Lily switched their places, slamming him against the wall and pressing her bare chest into his. He moaned and looked slightly dazed when she finally broke away.
"I think it's time for me to go," she said flirtatiously, eyeing him. When he started to protest, she shushed him, placing a finger to his lips. "Hush, baby. If you're good, I might come back to visit."
With this she strutted over to her bikini top, and tied it back on expertly. She turned around to find him looking fierce and disappointed. She strode over and quickly gave him another sexy, slow kiss before she walked out the door and back to the common room, leaving him there to regain his senses.
When she finally made it back under the lights and loud music, she felt a thrill go through her. She had never felt so powerful before, and even though she wasn't quite as smooth as she had planned to be, she had walked away feeling as though she had just accomplished something huge.
Triumphantly, she raked her eyes over the scene to see if she could find Ro and Kirst anywhere. Unfortunately for her, neither seemed to be dancing by the pool, so Lily saved her excitement for later.
As she glanced over at a new group of boys, a sudden thought hit her with intense temptation. Kirst never said anything about not hooking up with more than one boy a night…
Before she could do so, however, a tall body blocked her way from walking past. She looked up to see James staring down at her, and although he looked calm on the outside, his eyes betrayed his ferocity.
He had watched as Lily had left the party with who knows – some Jack or something – and he watched as she had come back into the party. Now that he was standing in front of her, he noticed that her make up looked slightly smudged and her hair looked messy – way too sexily messed up, in his opinion. She looked as if she had just gotten some from someone who really knew how to give it.
"What did you think you were doing?" he started, voice low. He hoped it didn't show how much her changed demeanor affected him – but then again, you never knew anything with Lily.
Lily chose to stare through him instead, trying to walk around him. He blocked her move, staring at her right in the eye.
"Don't fool with me, Evans – you can't just dance at me at one party and not talk to me ever again. That's not how it works."
Again she made to move past him, but her movements seemed more forced, as if she was trying her hardest to get away.
"Lily – "
"All right there, Evans?"
Both whipped around to see John standing behind them, looking extremely delighted to see Lily ignoring James. Lily let out an internal sigh of relief and smiled at John.
"Actually, there's nothing going – " James started before Lily cut him off.
"He's not letting me go my own way, John." Lily shot James a bored look. "Do you mind helping me get rid of him?"
"With pleasure," John said, grinning. "You heard the lady. Move it."
James stood there, his jaw tightened, his teeth grinding. Finally, without even looking at Lily, he walked away, leaving the two alone.
"Thanks, John,' Lily started, throwing him a smile, "I'll be on my way now."
"Hold it," John said, grabbing Lily's wrist. "You're not going anywhere. You said if I was good you'd come back and give it another go, remember?"
Lily just raised an eyebrow.
"I would like it if you let go of me, please," she answered dangerously.
John looked surprised, but didn't comply. Lily attempted to move away, but John was much larger than she was.
"Let go – "
"Hey. What's going on here?"
Kirst stomped up to John, her wand pointing directly at his face.
"Let go of her," she said, having a lot more affect than Lily had. John looked down at the wand, slowly letting his gaze settle on the dangerous look on Kirst's face. John slowly backed off, holding his hands up in surrender before disappearing into the crowd.
"Oh, Merlin," Lily said, sighing in relief. "Thanks for getting here, Kirst. I left my wand with my coat and didn't think to bring it with me."
"No problem, Lily. I wasn't sure if something bad was going on, but whatever. You okay?" Lily nodded.
"Where's Ro?" she inquired, taking another look around the room – partly because she wanted to find Ro, and partly because she was checking that both James and John were far, far away from her.
"I have absolutely no idea. Maybe she's - "
"Right behind you?"
Both girls jumped and whirled around to see Ro grinning from behind them. Her hair was just as messy as both of theirs were, but they were expecting it. The only thing that bothered them was the fact that Ro's smile seemed a little goofy.
"Ro? You all right?" Lily started worriedly, putting a hand on Ro's shoulder. Ro giggled.
"I'm super duper fine!" Ro giggled, finally looking more than slightly drunk.
"Oh, shit." Kirst uttered, eyes wide.
"I think this is as good of a time to leave," Lily offered, curling her arm around Ro's shoulders because she looked like she was about to drop at any time.
"I agree. Let's go." Kirst wrapped her arm around Ro's shoulders, too, and all three made their way out of the common room. Kirst Summoned their coats, and helping Ro to don hers, they made their way back up the Gryffindor dormitories.
All the way, Ro switched between giggling madly, tripping, falling, and muttering phrases in Cantonese and English. Although most of it was mumbling, the two girls were able to pick up a few things like, "Booze," and "So good."
"We really need to teach you both how to hold your drinks," Kirst grunted as they rounded the corner to the Fat Lady.
Surprisingly, they didn't get caught, and they shoved Ro into the common room before climbing in after her. Before Lily could exit the portrait hole though, Kirst slapped her ass.
Lily squealed and toppled onto the ground, Kirsty following while laughing.
"What was that for?" Lily asked indignantly, brushing off her bottom,
"Well, you were asking for it," Kirst replied cheekily.
Ro mumbled something unintelligent.
"Oh. Right. Levicorpus."
Ro swung upside down by her heel, looking ridiculously floppy. As Lily directed her upstairs, Kirsty ran ahead to prepare Ro's bed.
After entering the room and dropping Ro onto her respective bed, Lily and Kirst collapsed on Kirsty's bed. Closing the drapes around them, they snuggled tiredly into the sheets.
"So," Kirst started conversationally. "How was it?"
"How was what?" Lily asked, eyes drooping.
"Giving a blowjob."
"Didn't do it," Lily yawned.
"Oh. Well, how was it anyway?"
"Great. Gives you such a sense of… I don't know. Power, I suppose," Lily mused.
"You see why I like to do it?" Kirst inquired, grinning.
"Actually, I always just thought you were extremely horny, all the time."
Lily giggled when Kirst smacked her arm playfully.
"Whatever. I heard you made it all the way with John, though."
"What?!"
"Well, before I saw him grab you, I overheard him talking to his friends how awesome you were in, like, bed."
"Are you serious? I only got to second base with him!"
"Well, it doesn't matter. They asked him how you were, and he said you were really good."
"Okay, now I'm mad," Lily growled, eyes flashing. "Who's he to lie about something I've never done? When I see him next time, I'm going to – "
"Woah there, Lily!" Kirst smirked. "This is all part of the plan."
"What?" Lily looked extremely confused, and no less indignant. "I'm am not a whore – "
"And you're not," Kirst assured her. "See what I mean? If it gets around that you're fucking everyone, then people are going to think that without you having to do anything. It's just building public image. I mean, I've never gone all the way before."
"Really?" Lily glanced over at Kirst shocked. Kirst raised an eyebrow.
"See? Public image. It's all part of the fun."
Lily continued to stare at Kirst. She blinked and finally shrugged. "I guess."
"That's the spirit!" Kirst exclaimed jokingly, and Lily rolled her eyes exasperatingly.
"Go to bed, bitch," Lily mumbled, rolling over. Kirst chuckled and pulled the covers over her.
Fine, so I told a little white lie, Kirst thought, snuggling into the warmth as Lily's deep breathing washed over her. That one time was delicious. But whatever. The plan's working!
(A/N: Well, that was chapter eleven.
You know how I promised the MWPP Project in August?
Yeah, sorry. That's not happening anytime soon.
And I won't be posting it on I think. I'm going to be posting it on my site, intothepensieve dot net. So go ahead and check it out whenever you want. It's not fully opened yet, because a certain someone has not finished my layout, but it'll be coming soon.
Review, anyone?)