A/N - Uh, citrus warning... lemonish warning... honestly, I don't know what to call it, but you've been warned for something or other.
January 29th, 1977
Dorcas Meadowes had only been in seventh floor boy's bathroom once, and that was last year when she shagged Dean O'Brien after the Gryffindor-Slytherin game. It was grimy and smelt like a locker room last time, but now, it looked like a wonderland for acid-high young adults. She walked in hesitantly, still rubbing sleep from her eyes, and tried not to gawk at the sight of her barely-clothed classmates. She never really expected for the whole beach or bubble theme to take, but it seemed like everyone was really enjoying the chance to flaunt and embrace the heat. Even though she had fucked Sirius Black once in a dark closet, she had never seen his abs before.
It's a shame she wasted her one-night stand with him while she was drunk and blind. Oh, well.
Since everyone else was displaying their nudist side, Dorcas felt a bit awkward showing up in jeans and a button down. She stayed by the entrance, away from the gazes of the students, and shimmied her jeans off and threw them over her shoulder. She undid the first few buttons of her blouse, but decided to keep it modest for now. And when the steam and heat became too much, she may or may not strip.
"You made it."
Dorcas looked up from slipping off her penny loafers and gulped at the sight. If she hadn't taken that nap earlier, she would've fainted at the sight perhaps. "I did…" she whispered as she picked up her shoes from the ground, coming closer to eye contact with Remus Lupin.
Although Dorcas knew that Remus had to be somewhat fit to survive lycanthropy, she was nearly stunned by the sight. He wore green swim trunks and a soaked white t-shirt, showing off chest and pectoral lines that were never recollected in his memory.
"Lily was looking for you," Remus continued, smiling bright as ever, "she thought you wouldn't show."
Dorcas shook her head, signifying no and shaking herself out of puppy-love porn. "My twenty minute nap turned into a two hour one," she explained. Her eyes peered the venue admirably, and she let out a soft chuckle, "I haven't missed too much, have I?"
"Oh, nothing much," Remus shrugged, "except Marlene's birthday striptease for Lily. James nearly had a stroke before charming her clothes to chase after her."
Dorcas let out a laugh, a hearty one at that. It was infectious, and Remus found it rather adorable. He never expected her to make such a giddy sound.
"Oh, I really wish I could've seen that," she breathed, wiping a tear off her cheek.
"You want to get a drink?" Remus asked after a moment.
"Most definitely."
The two students walked through the throngs of party-goers until they made it to to the makeshift bar, tended by Sirius. Two charmed stools slid over and right under their behinds. "Excellent service," murmured Dorcas, impressed.
"We aim to please, Meadowes," smirked Sirius as he threw a towel over his shoulder. "Good to see that you made it here. Not you though, Remus. You can leave anytime."
"Hilarious," Remus grumbled dryly as he took a sip of his own concotion.
The bartender re-focused on Dorcas and smiled, "What can I get you?"
"Fire whiskey, straight please."
Sirius gave an amused nod as he flicked his wand. The bottle poured itself into a plastic cup before "Ambitious now, aren't we?"
"That's one A-word for it," Dorcas muttered as she raised her glass to him. "Thanks, Black."
"Anytime," Sirius winked.
Remus' eyes shifted from Sirius to Dorcas, and he noted the slight smirk on her lips grow. He suddenly felt a queasy feeling in stomach, but ignored it with more liquor.
"So, Dorcas, how's your father?" Sirius continued.
Both Remus and Dorcas nearly spat out their drinks to their respective sides.
"What did you say to me?" She asked in a short tone.
"Just wondered what your family is like," shrugged Sirius, rubbing down the wet bar with his towel. "You know, small talk."
"Small talk," Dorcas repeated as she took another sip of her drink.
Remus gave Sirius a concealed, yet still clear look of annoyance and disappointment. He couldn't believe that he was trying to do this unnecessary interrogation here. The latter ignored him and continued,"Got a mum? Got siblings?"
"Yeah, I got a family," she nodded nonchalantly, keeping it short and to the point. "Cousins too if you must know."
Remus and Sirius exchanged glances, but said nothing. Both noticed Dorcas' clear desire to remain clear of this topic, but when did Sirius Black ever know when to stop?
"Awe come on, Meadowes," Sirius laughed, "You shag me once, and never let me speak to you again-"
"Fuck…" Remus scoffed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Dorcas let out a bark of a laugh. "This is what this is about, innit? Is Sirius Black actually upset that someone won't sleep with him again?"
Remus attempted to contain his smirk; attempted being the operative part of that sentence.
"Ha," Sirius let out simply, "Love, just because you're flexible does not mean that you're all that."
She ignored the blatant diss (and lie) and glared at Remus. "Are you in on this too? Trying to get me to talk to him and whatnot-"
"What? No!" Remus insisted. "I swear-"
"Dorcas!"
The three students shifted their glares away from one another to a bobbing redhead, followed by a Scottish blond and a tiny Korean girl. Remus silently thanked them for their perfect timing. He noticed the irritated look on Marlene's face, aimed at the smirking Sirius.
Idiot, Marlene mouthed, rolling her eyes.
"I'm so glad you made it!" laughed Lily, clearly high from her drunk. She rushed to give the brunette a tight hug.
'Yes," Dorcas nodded, "Sorry I was late."
"No, no, I'm super glad that you could make it," the birthday girl insisted. She clinked her own cup against Dorcas' and sang, "Bottoms up!"
All of the students cheered for Lily before downing their respective drinks. Lily let out a satisfied "ah" as she dropped her cup onto the bar. "More, Sirius!"
"And haven't I heard that before," Sirius teased, winking at Dorcas as he poured more tequila into Lily's cup.
"You're actually swine," Emmeline murmured as Marlene made a gagging sound.
"And this is our cue to leave the gentlemen, Ladies," Lily called as she took Dorcas' and Emmeline's hands. She stuck her tongue out at the guys and said, "Boys are gross." She lead the four girls over to bath and looked to Dorcas, "gone in yet?"
Dorcas shook her head. She hesitated before saying, "Looks lovely though."
"Come on in, then," Marlene smiled as she dropped the towel covering her shoulders.
The Slytherin watched as Emmeline followed suit. Even though the water did look like candied water, Dorcas did not find pools of water sweet in the slightest. "I'll just dip my feet in for now," she said as she plopped down at the edge.
Marlene leaned in all the way, letting her blond curls sway in the water. "It feels better than sex," she crooned.
Emmeline lifted an eyebrow. "Hun, when was the last time you got laid?"
Marlene grunted as she slid back against the edge of the pool. "Too long," she sighed, "it's probably been two-three months. My loins are on fire."
"Loins," cringed Dorcas, causing the girls to chuckle at the word.
"Terrible word," agreed Marlene, "but true. I could seriously use a shag. How was Sirius Black, Dorcas?" Marlene's honesty could be a blessing or a curse, or both.
"Where's the subtlety," Emm eline asked jokingly.
"Awe, come on," insisted Marlene. "Black has got quite the reputation, and although I may not be interested in experiencing myself, I am curious. Girls rave about him, which is a probably skewed assessment since most of the blokes at this school can't tell the difference between their own prick and a bloody pencil."
The girls laughed cheerfully, and luckily, the four girls were too giddy to even notice Peter take a picture of them. He had a feeling that Lily would appreciate a birthday scrapbook. She was definitely the sentimental type.
"Well," Marlene said, catching her breath from the laughter, "how was the shag?"
Dorcas rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, um, very considerate," she chuckled.
"Better than my brother?" The scotswoman teased.
Emmeline and Lily clutched each other, watching the drama unfold like it was a BBC episode. Dorcas let out another low chuckle and said in an honest voice, "I swear, McKinnon, I didn't sleep with your brother. We just snogged a bit."
Marlene shrugged, "I don't really care. Max does what he likes. Really got around while he was at Hogwarts."
Dorcas thought about this for a moment, and nodded, "I can see that. Handsome bloke."
"Speaking of getting around," Emmeline said absently since her head wasn't even faced towards them, "Look at our Mary!"
The three other girls looked up and to the other side of the bathroom. Shy Mary MacDonald was sitting on Caradoc Dearborn's lap, giggling as he whispered things into her ears.
Marlene pressed her hands to her heart and let out a long sigh, "Oh, they grow up so fast."
"Right before our eyes," Emmeline added, leaning her head onto Marlene's bony shoulder.
"She's like the baby of the group," Lily clarified to Dorcas.
"Ah," the brunette said, connecting two and two. "Oh, good for her. Dearborn is a good-looking bloke."
Lily looked back and watched Mary finally recieving the attention she deserved. Mary's face looked similar to that of a child's on Christmas morning; she was glowing. It must've been nice to feel that elated, and not because of fire whiskey.
Her eyes shifted to the dance floor and watched all the party-goers. Bijal Gupta might as well have been a vampire with the way she was attacking Tanya Pine's neck. Hey, Headgirls need to have a little fun too. Adrian Turner was even dancing with Hestia Jones, and he preferred nothing more than a quiet corner and a good book. It was a smashing time.
Lily was about to turn her head back to listen to her friends' discussion on Caradoc Dearborn's shoulders, but she caught a glimpse of a sight that seized her attention away. It was a flicker of a thing, and something she should not have paid any mind. Lily blamed her nosiness on the alcohol.
Camilla Henley had her hand tightly wrapped around James' as they danced wildly to Otis Redding's 'Try a Little Tenderness." Lily watched as James wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She watched as he put a hand to her cheek and pulled her in, but Camilla pulled away right before their lips touched. The 5th year laughed - a real one that Lily hadn't seen since before Dirk's fall - and tugged on James' hand, walking out of the steamy bathroom together.
She takes advice quick, Lily's mind commented as she turned back around to her friends.
Leaving the steam room made all of James' skin shiver, except the hand that covered his. The combination of fire whiskey, pot, steam, and watching birds in bikinis made his head spin and his body tingle. Camilla's grip on his hand was firm as they made their way into an empty classroom.
James waved his wand to ensure the door was shut as Camilla began to suck on a sweet spot on his neck. Her hands wandered up and down his wet chest, and he swore to everything that he might loose his mind he doesn't get her on that desk just steps away. He let out a nervous chuckle as his hand wandered dangerously close to the waistband.
"Are you nervous, Potter?" Camilla asked, smiling into his neck.
"Don't get cocky now, Henley," he countered as he titled her chin to grasp her lips with his. She tasted like the ocean, and it suddenly felt like he was drowning. He had to get closer to her. So, he pushed her up against the teacher's desk, grabbing her arse through her thin swim dress to lift her onto the desk.
"Ooh," Camilla sighed, feeling him grind up against her.
James held her even tighter now, wanting to feel the vibration of every sound she uttered. His hand travelled from her ass to her hip to her inner thigh, and he was close to making her moan again. But, she grabbed his wrist and stopped moving her lips.
James' eyelids fluttered open and looked into hers. They were filled with lust, but also nervousness. "James…" She whispered.
"You alright?" He asked. "Do you want to stop?"
Camilla shook her head, just staring at his chest. "Quite the opposite," she chuckled after a moment, running her index finger along his collarbone. "I really want to do this."
"Me too," James agreed, peppering her neck with gentle kisses. "Me too."
Camilla pushed him back again and said, "But I only want to do this if you want to do this."
James leaned back and gave her an astonished sort-of look. "I do want to-"
"I mean really want to," she continued softly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "I've waited too long for this to be bullshite on your end."
If he were honest, James would admit that this conversation was a slight boner-killer. But, he wasn't going to be a prick about it. So, he did what he should do. He leaned down and pressed a tender and long kiss to her lips; het let one hand caress her cheek.
"No bullshite, Camilla," he whispered into their kiss, "Just you and me."
She let out his name in a breathy voice as James' hand slid in between their legs, pushing her bikini bottom to the side.
January 30th, 1977
"Oh, Connor," Lily breathed, letting her head loll back. Merlin was she lucky to have the Headboy's head in between her legs, working magic with his tongue. He could always make her fall apart.
The party had ended a couple of hours ago, and students returned to their respective dorms. Lily herself ended up drunk in Connor's arms and returning to the Head's dorm. She didn't care about Marlene's snickers about legality gain, virginity loss. She just wanted to be as physically close to Connor as possible.
I mean, it was her bloody birthday for Agrippa's sake.
So, they ended up in Connor's room with clothes ripped off within minutes. And within seconds of that she was giving Connor some of the most serious oral. And, then vice-versa.
Lily's body tensed up as Connor bit her inner thigh. He began pressing kisses up her body, letting her come back from her orgasm. She let out a little chuckle as she grabbed a hold of his member, enjoying the noise he made.
"Lily…" he grunted, letting his hot breath fan over her ear. He leaned back, and his dark eyes were even darker due to the lust in the atmosphere. You could practically smell it.
And here they were. On his bed. Completely naked. Inches away from each other. She had thought of this moment for what seemed like forever, loosing her virginity. Every teenage girl does, in some capacity.
Mary couldn't give any advice, but the others could. Emmeline said it hurt like a bitch, but not to the point where she felt like she needed anesthetic. Marlene said to make sure that he gets you wetter than a grindylow. And just a few hours ago, Dorcas revealed, "Either way, you're going to be freaked out because some bloke is literally pounding away inside of you. So, just relax and let it happen… if that's what you want."
Lily felt her breath hitch as Connor inched towards her, moving slowly and delicately. "Lie back," he suggested softly. "It's best if you're comfortable."
She nodded nervously and did as she was told. She suddenly felt exposed, too naked and too raw. There was definitely an invisible spotlight on her right now, beaming on her right now.
Connor kissed her cheek softly as she held onto his shoulders. "Lil…" He whispered.
Oh, fuck. Was this going to hurt? Was she going to scream bloody murder for all the wrong reasons? Was she going to bleed? What if she wanted it back? What if it sucked? What if this was absolute bullocks?
"Lily…?"
What if Lily shouldn't be doing this with Connor?
"Lily," Connor said again, this time a little louder. His deep voice pulled her out of her spiral of doom.
Her eyes blinked a few times as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes. No longer were they filled with lust and passion, but now they were filled with concern and doubt. His thumb caressed her cheek and said, "Hey, we should stop, shouldn't we?"
Lily bit her lip and stayed quiet, not knowing how put together her thoughts. Merlin, now she was a mute, and Connor was looking at her with those big brown eyes and oh-so naked. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel wrong? Why couldn't she even speak?
Tears of frustration began formulating in her eye ducts. She blamed it on the copious amounts of alcohol she consumed moments earlier.
"Merlin, Lily, are you okay?" asked Merlin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she blubbered, covering her hands over her eyes.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Lily, I promise," Connor insisted as he rolled off of her. He untucked the sheet and covered her naked state before grabbing his boxers off the floor. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let us get this far-"
"No, no," Lily argued, wiping her tears and sitting up. "I want to, Connor, I really do."
He bit his cheek doubtfully as he sat beside her. He put an arm around and kissed her head.
"It's just that I…" Lily knew that now she was bullshitting because she did not have an excuse for her hesitation in the slightest. Not that she needed one, but she would've preferred one. It would've made it all easier than following some overall gut-feeling.
Connor looked down at her, eyes filled with fear now. And something in his eyes made her chest tighten. She didn't know what the feeling was, but she felt his worry.
"I want it to be special," Lily whispered awkwardly, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "I'm drunk, and I don't want to be a slob while doing this. I don't want to regret doing it like this."
She expected an angry response, or a sad response even. Instead, he just smiled and said, "We can do it whenever you want."
She paused. "You're not mad?"
"You want me to be mad?"
"No, no! I just thought you'd be put off at least…"
Connor kissed her tenderly and said, "I'm just lucky to be with you."
Lily thought the same, and then some. She was more than lucky to have a boyfriend like Connor, wait for her to be ready, no questions asked. Marlene explained that the first bloke she slept with was a complete arse about her virginity and kept pushing her into it when she wasn't ready. Lily knew it could've been worse, but somehow she still felt… empty.
"Thank you," Lily said, snuggling into his chest some more.
Connor rolled over her and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Happy Birthday, Lily," he whispered in between their kisses.
Tanya Pine rolled her shoulders back as she slipped out of the Head Dorm. She quietly headed up towards the Ravenclaw Tower, desperately hoping not to run into a prefect or a Professor like McGonagall. She had bright blue hickies covering her pale neck. That being said, the seventh year only had a few months of school left before heading to a Potions Internship in Hong Kong. So, who gave a shit if she got another detention?
The stairs moved accordingly as she trotted up the staircase. Although she was still warm and glowing from post-sex with the Head Girl, Tanya felt a rush of cold air. She let her blond hair down from her bun and found herself trotting up the stairs faster. After seven years of attending this school, Tanya felt that she should be able to walk through the Grand Staircase without getting freaked out. But that seemed impossible right about now.
Tanya snapped her head to look up at the top when she heard a bang; it sounded like glass shattering.
"Fuck this…" Tanya scoffed as she pulled out her wand from her back pocket. Thank Merlin for being seventeen and legally able to defend oneself. "Lumos…" She whispered, letting the tip of her wand glow.
Tanya heard another clatter this time from one of the other corridors. She felt confident enough in her DADA skills, but she didn't even want to think about needing to use them right now. The war was outside these walls, not inside.
The third shatter was the loudest and closest by far, causing Tanya to snap her head. She thought of a quote her poet muggle mother used to say all the time: once is accident, two is to prove a point, and three is a pattern.
"Lumps Maxima," Tanya cried out, causing the whole Grand Staircase to shine with white light. It blinded her for a second, but she swore to Merlin she saw figures… multiple shadowy figures. Some close, some far. One so close she could touch. Tanya prepped herself for a disarming spell, but before she could get ready, the figure pushed her. Hard. Down a flight of stairs.
A/N - LOL, it ain't even smut, but I feel weird about it! I haven't written anything like that in a minute. I hope this chapter was enjoyable; I know it was shorter, but lots and lots of content. Please review, favorite, and follow if it suits you.
XOXO,
Rose