Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. This author knows Lily is not a good person here, she hopes you know she is not a good person here, this story is not condoning bad behavior, just exploring it, if you are uncomfortable you can always stop reading, I won't mind :) Art work by the super talented windbyfire (insta)

Greedy ~ Tate McRae

Present Day

He had to break up with Becks. There was no way around it — he just couldn't do this to a woman he loved. Because he did love Rebecca, he truly, deeply did. That's why he knew it wasn't okay to be stringing her along like this full well knowing his brain and heart were still pining over someone else.

Even if he never tried to make it work with Lily again (and he was hoping he could manage to be strong enough to stay away… he was older and wiser now, and knew that just because he wanted something, didn't mean it was a good idea to have it), this whole situation still wouldn't be right. No woman deserved to have her man be obsessed with another woman. No woman as sweet and kind as Rebecca should ever have her man wondering what the hell had gone wrong with a girl he'd been with back in school a decade ago.

James hated himself now more than ever. Rebecca deserved better than this. And if he couldn't give that to her, she should be with someone who could. It was the least he could give her.

Fuck!

James kept pacing in his bedroom where he'd retreated to right after his monumental conversation with Lily. He still couldn't believe she'd told him she'd only ever dumped him to keep him safe. Sure, she'd drilled it into him again and again while they were hooking up that they had to remain a secret, but he'd felt invincible back then. When she'd said their pairing would be dangerous, he'd scoffed and thought: Great, bring it on, Slytherin scumbags! What was the worst her posse could do — didn't they already hate his guts? He might as well date one of their own and really stick it to them that their stupid beliefs and worldviews meant shit. He was James friggin' Potter, and he could do whatever the fuck he pleased. In fact, knowing that what he was doing was so wrong probably made it all the hotter for him back then. Live fast, die young, good boys do it well.

But he knew better now. He'd seen his friends, great duelers and great people alike, get slaughtered by these very same pieces of shit whom he'd grandiosely thought he could beat up during lunch period whilst still at school. He'd thought someone like Avery was a git. Now, he knew he was a psychopathic murderer. There's a difference.

Avery. James would be lying if he didn't admit how much that name always inspired an uncomfortable punch to the gut every time he heard it. After all, there could only ever be one name associated with who the love of your young life had cheated on you with.

"A couple of the guys had crushes on me at the time, Avery in particular, and they were worried I'd started developing feelings for you… the guys were definitely going to kill you first thing out of Hogwarts just so that they could have their shot with me."

His previous conversation with Lily kept playing on a loop in his head as he tried to decode it. He would never be able to forget the way Lily had told him she'd slept with someone else, all cold and detached, right after they'd told each other that they loved one another. It had been the final blow that helped him finally let her go… but what if that had been exactly her plan? What if she knew, she knew, how madly James loved her and how he would never give up on her unless she completely broke his heart and told him his biggest fear? That I never meant anything to her. If what she was saying was true, and her feelings had been genuine from the start, then she really had made the ultimate sacrifice in giving him up in order to keep him alive.

That meant that she really had loved him.

That's what she was saying now.

That's what he'd always wanted to hear.

So was it true?

James racked his fingers over his scalp, collapsing onto his bed. What the fuck did he believe anymore? What did he know for sure?! She was smart, she was good… But what she was now claiming also made sense. (He tried to ignore the small voice inside his mind that was screaming.) He'd never believed that Lily had fucked Avery like she'd told him, not really — all he'd known for a fact was that she'd been evil enough to want to tell him she had. Wasn't purposefully inflicting that sort of pain onto someone else just as bad as actually having done the act? Or was it worse? Fucking some random dude could have been for a reason entirely unrelated to him. But telling him that she had like that? That had been malicious — unless it was serving another purpose.

A noble purpose… like making him run. Like driving him the hell away from her so that no one ever suspected he was a threat for Lily's affections.

And it had worked.

James pushed his palms into his eyes until he saw pops of color. Either she'd been an evil genius then, or she was an evil genius now, but either way… James was fucked.

7th Year

"Okay, so we're all set on the plan then?" James whispered to Remus and Peter on Thursday in Charms, trying to quickly recap all the information before Sirius came to sit with them. It turned out that not even a special occasion like his birthday would stop McGonagall from lecturing Sirius if he made a nuance of himself in class.

"Yes, Prongs, you've only told it to us thirty-seven times," Remus replied drolly.

"Yeah, we get it, you love him," Peter chimed in.

James' back straightened, slightly mollified by their words. Truth be told, he'd worried that he had become a bad friend lately, so sucked into his own drama with Evans that he'd nearly forgotten that it was his best mate's eighteenth birthday today. He'd thrown himself fully into planning a night of debauchery upon this discovery, intent on not focusing on what the hell was going on with him and Evans until he'd finished thoroughly celebrating Sirius. Besides, the girl had cursed someone all willy-nilly right in front of him. She was bad news, and he probably should at least be trying to stay away from her. That's why he'd been the one avoiding her lately, spending a couple of nights in his old dormitory with the lads who had absolutely loved having him back. The temptation to fall back into old habits was just too great with Evans around — especially since he suspected that she knew that the tables had turned after her uncalled for attack on one of their classmates and now he was being the cold one. She had to know that he wouldn't like random violence and that the action would push him away. And if he knew her at all, she wouldn't like his sudden ability to stay away from her in the slightest.

Right, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. He was thinking of Sirius — who was currently walking his way. "How'd it go?"

Sirius smirked, slinking himself into his seat beside James. "Oh, you know Minnie. Just wanted to give me some extra special birthday alone time."

"Ew," Peter squeaked.

James clapped Sirius on the back. "That's the spirit." He turned back to where Professor Flitwick was standing in the middle of the class — and promptly nearly fell out of his seat. Standing there talking to him, not a care in the world nor a lick of clothing on her body, was Evans. "What the…" he mumbled, watching the scene before him completely baffled. Why was no one else reacting to this? Why was his professor not telling her to put some Merlindamn clothes on?

"Hm?" Remus asked politely as he pulled his parchment from out of his bag.

James turned to him with his mouth hanging open. Why were his friends not reacting? Why was Peter looking out of the window bored? James knew for a fact that the boy had never seen a girl naked before in person — hell, he'd only ever seen a girl fully naked very recently — so if he now could, Peter would have been staring for his dear life with watery little eyes.

But he wasn't. No one was.

James' head swiveled back to Evans, blinking rapidly, wondering if his horniness for her was causing hallucinations. But then she confirmed that this glitch in the matrix was all according to her evil plans when she sweetly thanked the professor for something and proceeded to look straight at James, her lips canting into a smirk.

Fuck. She was taunting him. She had realized that he was avoiding her and she had somehow come to play.

This woman was the devil.

James tugged on his collar, his tie suddenly suffocating him as Lily turned around and walked to her seat directly opposite the room from him, her arse cheeks bouncing with every step. There was something extra naughty about seeing this in public, in a space that was so decidedly not allowed to be sexy, that was throwing James for a loop. He shouldn't be watching the curve of Evans' spine, he shouldn't be so vividly picturing just what he wanted to be doing to that body — but he could, and therefore he was.

James put his first two knuckles in his mouth, needing something to bite into if he was going to keep himself from groaning. What type of magic was this? How was he the only one seeing her in all her glory? Lily sat down facing him next to Bellatrix, innocently chatting with her, and James knew that girl would have said something if Lily was truly naked.

She must have cursed my glasses to see through her clothes, James realized. His spectacles had been knocked off of his face with Sirius' prank last class, so she could have had ample time to cast a spell on them then, when he was temporarily blind to the world.

This power move honestly felt cruel. What the fuck was he supposed to do while she sat naked in front of him — not touch himself to the unreal sight of her? His cock twitched when he compulsively stole another glance, his trousers growing tighter by the second. Fuck, class hadn't even started yet. There was no way he was going to survive a whole hour of this inhumane torture.

But he couldn't look away. Evans had leaned forward, both her forearms on her desk, pushing her tits together as she pretended to be eager for the lesson to begin. James knew that for everyone else in class, she must simply have incredible cleavage right now, but for him? He could see her supple breasts on perfect display, nipples puckered and pink and begging to be played with. She knew what she was doing. She knew what a sucker he was for her tits, no pun intended, and she was flaunting them for him.

As Lily snuck him a wicked smile while she lightly traced her fingertips under her collarbone, ensuring James' eye-line stayed exactly where it was, James suddenly realized that this was his punishment for having ignored her. This was her way of telling him she wasn't amused, and how dare he think for even a moment that she didn't completely own him. She knew she did, and she was proving it.

Fucking hell. He wasn't sure if he would outlive this woman.

"You okay?" Remus asked him concerned as James ripped his glasses off his nose and rubbed his eyes.

James was so grateful that his lap was fully hidden from view by his desk. "Yeah. Just a lot," he managed to mumble out.

"What, the world?" Sirius sassed, causing Remus to roll his eyes. "Blimey, I wish I could just take off my eyesight when the world got too much. Would make living with Walburga easier." He pondered this for a beat. "Nah, actually I'd much rather rip off my ears. Temporarily of course. She'd still get to scream her vocal cords dry but I just wouldn't have to hear it."

James winced, his pants still wholly uncomfortable. "Yeah."

Flitwick began his lecture, and James chanced putting his glasses back on, figuring it would be safe to look at the board to jot down his notes as long as he didn't stare straight ahead. Maybe something as boring as whatever they were supposed to be learning today would help keep his hormones in check.

Oh how very wrong he was. James caught Lily in his peripheral as she slowly began spreading her thighs wide open under her desk and his eyes honed in like a missile to her target.

Holy fuck. If he'd have been standing, he would have fallen to his knees. As it were, he picked up his textbook and jumped to his feet, placing it over his crotch as he made a stumbling dash for the door, sprinting to the nearest loo and locking himself in a stall without a word of explanation to anyone in the classroom he'd just fled.

You're so fucking pathetic, he thought as he lowered the toilet lid so he could sit down, undid his zipper, and freed his cock, groaning when he saw it was already fully swollen and leaking with precum. He hadn't had to run from a class to masturbate in years (sure, he'd been masturbating between classes plenty, how could he not with Evans around, but this felt so different, desperate, worse) — how was this happening to him again?

You didn't have a girl after your soul before now. James groaned as he closed his eyes and pictured his tormentor, soft skin, emerald eyes, and a heart out to destroy him. Lack of a heart? It didn't presently matter he realized, fist tugging up and down his shaft, wanting nothing more than sweet release. All that mattered was that he needed to rub one out and get back to class, because like hell was he going to let her—

"Need a hand with that?"

James gasped when he opened his eyes to see Lily standing right there, wand out and his stall door unlocked. It was like she'd materialized from his sheer need for her alone. She was leaning against the doorframe watching him please himself, her uniform tidy and fully in place over her body telling him she'd undone the curse on his glasses, and James wondered just how long she'd waited to announce herself. "Fuck, Evans! Ever heard of knocking?" he choked out as he tried to sit up straighter and cover himself up, embarrassed and still achingly hard for her.

She laughed as she closed the door behind her, ignoring his feeble protest as she bent down over him, smacking his hand out of the way so that she could take over its travels up and down his throbbing cock. "No, what's that?" she mocked.

This was filthy. Never in his wildest imagination would he have ever dreamed that he'd get jerked off by a girl in the boys' lavatory. And yet, as her thumb flicked over his head, spreading his juices down and around his skin, he couldn't bring himself to stop her, even if he knew he'd be mortified by the entire situation come morning. His lids got heavy as she worked him up, his head lulling back against the loo wall behind him with a thud.

"Is this because of me?" she cooed, her grip never faltering, making James feel warm and tingly all over. "Is this what I do to you?"

What was the point of denying her? It was obvious. "Yes," he ground out, swallowing saliva with his pride. She was focusing on his tip just like he liked, and he so vehemently wished, against his own best interests, that she'd just bend over his lap a little further and maybe slip his cock into her mouth and make a tight seal with her lips. He'd never been blown before, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted Lily to be the first woman to do so. He also knew she'd be deadly at it.

"I don't like being ignored, Potter," Lily whispered, her voice as velvety as it was chastising.

"Yeah, I noticed," James stammered, fighting hard to keep his eyes open. Her grip around him was unyielding despite how soft and small her hand felt.

"You know, you tell a girl you like her, and that she's special, twice, and then you back the fuck off?" She gave him an extra hard yank, and James hissed as his torso jolted in protest. "I'm starting to think that I'm not the only one who likes to play dirty."

James' brows scrunched with the accusation, which was just about all his body was currently able to do to show his displeasure at her words. "No. You hurt someone. You know you did."

Lily scoffed, slowly removing her hand from off his cock as she studied him. James instantly wished he could take his quip back. No stance was worth having her stop. "No, I saved us."

She was something else. "All right, Evans. Whatever you gotta tell yourself."

He had no idea how he'd managed it considering he was a useless, spent mess propped up against a wall and sitting on a closed toilet, yet somehow, it seemed as though James had gotten under her skin. "Shut up, Potter."

With that, Lily hitched up her skirt, pushed her knickers to the side, straddled him, and slowly sat down, making James curse as he felt his cock slide into her wet, ready cunt. Teasing him must have turned her on just as much as it did him. "Lily…" he moaned. His hands instinctively jumped to her waist, holding onto her for dear life.

"There you are," she whispered gleefully in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slowly bouncing her body on top of his. As much as she'd mocked his lack of brain power during all their previous hookups, he guessed she'd actually been secretly amused. And why wouldn't she be? James had just proven, once again, that he was absolutely powerless before her… and that her body turned his mind into mush. It was definitely a compliment.

James hissed as she picked up the pace, grabbing her hips so he could force her body down on his harder, wanting his cock to bury itself as deeply into her as possible. He felt like a man possessed, wanting, needing to come so badly that he might have killed for it in that moment. He hated this control she had over him, hated himself, but what he didn't hate was how fucking good her body felt riding his, clenching and flexing and milking his cock for all it was worth. "Just like that, baby, just like that," he growled.

James watched as something primal took over in her eyes, her expression rippling from surprise to ecstasy in under a second. "Fuck," she whimpered, and James felt like he'd hit the jackpot.

"Fuck me, baby," he continued, testing his luck. Lily's hips stuttered, her breath getting choppy right in his face. "Fucking use me. I'm right here, take whatever the fuck you want from me." His nails dug possessively into her hipbones, dragging her across his lap, fighting the dual urges within himself to fuck her hard and dirty versus slow and sweet. He didn't know what to do around her anymore; he didn't know how to feel except turned on and raw and ready to fucking come in her so intensely that she'd be leaking the essence of him for the rest of the day.

Who the fuck was he?

His left thumb flew to her clit, seeing she was actually close to coming and determined to help her get there before he did, and the slight pressure worked. "Fucking come, Lily. Come all over me," he groaned. Looking surprised as hell, Lily's lips parted, a silent cry escaping them as she spasmed and twitched on his lap before collapsing against his chest as she came.

James would be having none of that. He yanked her hair back, making her face him as he pumped up into her, her clenching walls being the finishing touch he needed to fall over his own crest. Cupping her cheek with his free hand, he pulled her face into his, kissing her as he felt himself gushing into her, proud and relieved that he'd managed to hold on just long enough for her to come too.

It wouldn't be until much later that he realized just how well she had him trained if this was his first thought.

After lingering against his lips for just long enough to make James feel like she understood the significance of both of them coming, she pulled back, wiping the lip gloss from off of James' skin. He could tell she was struggling to come up with a jibe, her mind too spent after what they'd just done. (He could relate.) "That was good," she panted. "You did better."

James scoffed, his eyes being drawn down by her heaving chest. She would neg him right now. She had orgasmed in a dingy, dim bathroom stall on his lap, so yeah, of course he'd done well. He leaned his head back against the wall, fully exposing his neck to her as he watched her. "You're welcome." He'd always known he had a cocky side, but he'd never thought he'd be showing it to a girl he liked post-shag. He'd been conditioned that such things were not to be entertained in polite society. Sure, he was expected to be confident and have swag in order to entice a girl, but he felt like once he had the girl, he would be able to be his sweet, mushy self with her. Then again, he wasn't sure if Evans was ready for that. James felt himself holding back a bit — whether to save his own skin or to make her completely comfortable, he wasn't sure yet. Evans seemed to have a very complicated relationship with power dynamics, so if she was going to fuck with his concept of self-autonomy, this was the version of James that she was going to get.

James supposed they were both performing acts of self-preservation now.

Lily watched his expression, trying to get a read on him before she chuckled, biting her lower lip. "I'll see you tonight," she declared before she got up, jarringly freeing his cock from where it had been so comfortably nuzzled inside of her.

He grumbled, tucking himself away and zipping his trousers up, before he saw her swiftly drag her knickers back over her cunt, the fabric almost instantly getting soaked as his come started to drip out of her. Was she not planning on cleaning herself up before returning to class? Was she just going to let him slowly leak out of her all over the castle, the evidence of their tryst seeping from under her skirt for all to see? No. Probably just for you to see. Maybe she'd curse his glasses once more so that only he could see his come as it dribbled down her thigh. Suddenly, he knew he wouldn't be spending the night with the lads in his old dormitory; he would very much be in the Head suite doing whatever the Head Girl wanted him to.

"Okay," he replied dutifully.

She smiled at him, one of her genuine ones, and repeated, "Okay."

She left the stall and headed back to class, and a couple minutes later, James followed.

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