Lily POV
Today is the 6th of December and a Prefects' meeting was scheduled for this evening. As Head Girl, my presence is compulsory. Since Hogwarts allows casual wear during weekends, I decided to take a break from jeans and instead opted for a more feminine outfit - comprising of a white lace semi-transparent blouse, deep purple silk skirt, black stockings and black wedges. The girls and I were planning to sneak out that evening for a drink at Madame Rosmerta's after the meeting. Looking into the mirror, I framed my waist length hair away from my face delicately. But whom was I trying to kid? With the bitterly Scottish winds about, my hair would stay put for three seconds flat. Yeah, I timed it. *groan*
Once I deemed myself presentable, I made my way to the Prefects' Lounge to set it up before the Prefects piled in. As the Head Girl it was my duty to be punctual, although I cannot say the same for my counterpart. I seethed internally when thinking about the Head Boy - James-bloody-Potter. The bloody dithering toe rag who was bane of my boy who kissed me during our fifth year in this room and we never talked about it. Of course the fight and eventual loss of friendship with Severus didn't exactly warm me up to Potter despite what had happened. I did my best to avoid both of them for the longest time and Potter continued to harass me like he did before we kissed. Ugh. The epic slimeball.
Eventually the rest of the Prefects streamed in and obviously, no prizes for guessing who entered last. Potter may be Head Boy but he certainly did not earn the position in my opinion. Although I have to admit that he was relatively 'tolerable' as compared to the last few years. Stress on relatively! Finally, somebody must have knocked some sense to deflate his huge head. With the meeting underway, we shifted to discussing the patrolling list for the Prefects and Head students. We were all standing around the main circular table when I felt someone standing behind me. I ignored whoever it was as I continued working the patrolling schedules with the Prefects after making alterations upon requests. Given that the only face I couldn't spot around me was Potter's, I took a deductive guess that the git was probably the person standing behind me. Potter had an incessant need for attention and I wasn't going to oblige him anytime soon.
While listening to a Ravenclaw prefect's request for a change of patrol date, I felt Potter's hand sliding up from the middle of my back to my shoulder. This action took me by complete surprise and my whole body automatically tensed up. He noticed that and he shifted closer to stand right behind me while my head was bowed. He took advantage of my long red hair and the semi-darkness to lightly place his fingers on my waist. I jumped very slightly and he held me steady.
What on earth was Potter trying to do!? Did he have a death wish?
As no one noticed anything different, he continued the conversation from where I had left off with the Prefects around us. His hands skimmed my waist and hips lightly while I continued to be frozen. He then lowered his hand and grabbed my right hand, which was fisted. He caressed my wrist and fingers so softly that I opened my tight fist. He slid his fingers in between the small gaps of my fingers and held my hand. The gesture was so staggering especially since it was Potter that I unconsciously moved backwards, lightly running flush into his muscled chest. My eyes widened when I felt something hard at the small of my back. Suddenly people noticed our proximity and I muttered some lame excuse to make an escape. For a second he gripped my hand harder but let my hand free itself from his hold.
My red face could have served as an adequate medium to fry an egg, seasoning and all.
I walked as quickly as I could to the ladies' room to stop myself from hyperventilating. What was that?! What is Potter trying to play at? That was not professional behaviour. But then I scoffed. It is Potter I am talking about. No matter how much of a professional front he might put on before the other Prefects and professors upon getting the damn badge, he was still an utter moron. This is probably another one of his stupid methods to unnerve me further after a reprieve from his brand of harassment during the summer holidays.
All of a sudden the bathroom door opened and I heard a heavy footstep. I looked up and I was shocked to see that it was Potter standing in front of me. I am sure my face registered nothing but an expression of speechless shock. He walked closer and my head rose in defiance to not break the stare I was locked in with him. He crowded my personal space and looked down at me from his impressive height. Being only 5 feet tall was a bloody hindrance in intimidation technique I'm telling you. Grr.
He slowly raised his hand to my cheek and slid his fingers in my hair. He held my face softly and said, "So beautiful…". My eyes widened even further and I could not focus on anything except that his face was slowly looming closer to mine. My mind stopped functioning because I could not register anything. Why am I not stopping him? Why am I not pushing him away like the pest I always deemed him to be? What changed now? Is this going to be another repeat of 5th year?
Before I could answer my own questions he kissed me. Bloody hell, he kissed me AGAIN. His other hand held my waist and he walked us backwards into the wall. He pressed his body into mine and I still could not believe what was happening. He leaned down his head more to kiss me harder and it felt so good that I could not stop the small "oh" that escaped. Potter being the miserable git he is, took advantage of that. He sucked on my lower lip and bit it slightly, soothing it immediately with his hot tongue. He slid his hand lower and squeezed my derriere, shocking me enough with his audacity to exclaim again. He whispered, "Mmm, watermelon." before sliding his tongue in my mouth and coaxing me into responding.
Ahh… it was getting so hot. I felt so warm… and protected. That realization seeped in my mind soon enough for me to respond to him in a manner that met his approval. Potter apparently had a knack to make me stop thinking of repercussions! I did not notice that my fingers were in his hair again, holding him to me and kissing him again like I meant it. He pressed me further into the wall and I could not escape. I could feel his arousal against my stomach and it was exciting me. I could feel his hand sliding under my skirt gliding over my stockings and I was getting embarrassed. No guy had ever touched me there before even over clothing! I was so out of breath that I couldn't look him in the eye before I whispered out his name as a plea to stop and .. also to keep continuing. I suddenly was really afraid because of what was happening. I was more afraid of what it might mean and why was I allowing him to do this to me again. What is wrong with me?!
He opened his eyes and his pupils were completely dilated. He said, "Lily, you have no idea how long I have wanted this." I was still in a daze to formulate a usual scathing reply to his confession. He then took both his hands and placed them against the wall. He pressed me right in to the wall till I was squished nice and proper before rubbing his arousal against me over and over. I swear I was 'hard pressed' to escape his amorous attentions. Potter has a way with pressing girls into walls. The jerk.
He said, "I want you so much Lily and you are looking like that." I could not stop myself from blurting, "James this is wrong. You are supposed to be the counterpart to my Head Girl and we are supposed to be not doing.. this! Whatever happened in 5th year was an accident and we should stop." On hearing my words, I could see him deflating in front of me and he snapped, " I fucking know that Lily. But it is fucking difficult to control myself with you. And you look like .. ugh .. I blame your skirt." Amazed, I replied, "James please let me go. Anyone can walk in and we will be caught!" Now I was really close to panicking.
He let me go and I ran into the nearest cubicle bolting myself in because I was really afraid. Not of him. I was afraid of myself. He interrupted my hyperventilation by saying, "This is going to happen again Lily because I will kiss you - again." He then walked out leaving me alone to my panicked thoughts.
I could not believe what had just happened. I walked out of the bathroom after trying to compose myself as much I could before anyone else could get suspicious. Needless to say his eyes followed me for the rest of the meeting while I remained nervous and quiet. When it came to heading back to the dorms, I chose to go with Remus to avoid him.
That night I dreamt about what could have happened if I had not stopped him at the moment I did in the bathroom. Or during 5th year. What am I doing?