Cruel Summer
The music boomed through the club as James searched the mass of people carefully. He couldn't see either Sirius or Lily over the din, so he pushed his way through the people, to the bar. He ordered a normal Muggle beer and glanced around the room again, watching the Muggles dance and move about in their strange way. They looked so happy and he hated them for that.
That stupid bitch had to go and ruin it!
But the night wasn't over yet, and he thoroughly wanted to take advantage of that. He wanted to see her at her worst and boy was he going to make sure that happened; even if Sirius didn't succeed in what he was doing, he'd find a way.
The bartender placed the pint of beer on the bar-mat in front of the Gryffindor and James turned around to pick it up. Gripping his long fingers around the glass, he took a sip.
Realising he was being gazed at, he turned his face to the left where a blonde haired girl was looking at him intently. The girl didn't blink when James turned to look at her; she held his gaze then moved it down his body.
`Hi,' she said seductively as her eyes reached his face again. She moved towards him, `I'm Becka.'
James looked at the girl in front of him and flashed a smile, `James.'
The Muggle girl was surprisingly pretty as he took in her doll-like features. Bright blue eyes, against golden-blonde hair and rouged lips; the typical stereotype.
He liked it. It was different.
Becka gave off a strong vibe of adolescence and naivety, and for some reason it adhered to James' interest. He could smell the subtle fragrance she was wearing and it intoxicated his senses.
`So…' she whispered, bordering on the verge of pressing her body against his, `What do you…'
Becka was suddenly interrupted as Sirius walked up behind James and slapped him on the back, `Heya mate!'
James jumped quickly and Becka pulled away from him, her small delicate nose wrinkling in distaste at Sirius' destruction of the moment that she and James had shared.
James turned around and glared at his best friend's lack of good timing and Becka sniffed and walked away.
`Who was she?' Sirius nodded towards Becka's retreating form.
`She was about to get very lucky,' James growled back.
Sirius raised his eyebrows and his best friends' scowl and his face broke into a grin, `Sorry Prongs, she did look at bit flaky though.'
James turned around again to look at the Muggle as she proceeded in making another guys dream come true.
`Oh,' James muttered.
`Hey, no worries mate, we'll find you another.'
James glared at him. He didn't know why he was in such a bad mood; he loved these nights out with his best mate/partner in crime and he was completely letting Evans get to him.
Damn her!
`Where's Evans?' James asked, finally realising.
Sirius shrugged his shoulders, `Dunno, that's what I came to ask you about. I can't be seducing her if I can't even see her.'
James didn't know why he was so bothered about Sirius' statement, or the lewd grin that covered his dark features. It was his idea to do this, but why did he feel that his plan was backfiring somehow? There was an emotion he felt, but he couldn't distinguish which one it was or how to rid himself of it. The word `jealousy' flitted through his mind but he discarded that thought immediately.
What the hell have I got to be jealous of? Her? That bitch? No way!
James didn't know what it was. All he knew was that he wanted to get it out of his system as soon as possible, and the perfect solution he came up with was hot, casual sex. What better way was there?
`Are you ok man?'
Sirius' voice brought him back to the club and he looked at him, `Yeah, fine.'
James looked across the room and started to make his way towards the mass of bodies were. Sirius followed him, weaving through the people and noticing where his best friend was headed.
In the middle of the club was a group of girls, they were dancing suggestively to the loud music that thumped through the large speakers on one side of the room. Their movements were tantalizing as they moved together, against each other, and James and Sirius watched them with satisfied grins plastered on their faces. The two boys moved towards them, ready to pounce on the one that took their fancy.
Picking their Muggle girl, the two of them advanced on the group. James ran his palm over the bare back of a slight brunette and turned her gently to face him. The girl lapped up the sight of him and pushed forward, pressing her sinewy body into his. Her dark, chocolate eyes searching his azure ones, delighting in the contrast. She pushed her petite hands up his chest and up to his neck, playing her fingers into the short hair at the top of his neck.
James' eyes ran over the girl, his gaze straying to her lips as she moved them towards him, grazing his neck softly. He moaned softly at the feathery kisses and tilted his head back slightly, pressing her into him more.
James turned his face to the side, his eyes quickly roaming over the club and moving back to the girl in front of him.
He stopped.
Turning back to the rest of the club, the Muggle girl stopped and looked at him.
But James didn't care, he watched in horror at the display across the room. Pushing the girl away, he looked wildly around for Sirius and seeing him, arms wrapped around a small blonde girl. James strode up to him, untangling the girl from his grasp and ignoring Sirius' colourful protests.
`Shut up will you!' James growled at him and pulled him to where he was standing with the brunette.
Pointing across the room, Sirius followed the direction of his finger and raised his eyebrows.
`Is that…'
`Evans.' James finished, `What the fuck is she doing?'
Both Gryffindor boys watched; one in horror and one in interest as the Head Girl, as she'd been labeled, danced erotically with a group of Muggle boys. The boys seemed as though Christmas had come early as the beautiful redhead danced with them. Lily was being held by them, pressing her close against their arousal that she was the cause of.
The music filled her senses, enchanting her, loosing her to just them and the movements.
She was in bliss.
Lily was dancing at that point in time with a very sexy, brown haired boy. She was pressed against him, his fingers gripping her waist tightly as he moved her hips against his, gazing into her emerald eyes. She thought she might collapse if he hadn't got a tight grip on her, holding her as if she was a beautiful dream and didn't want to wake up.
Lily felt so good with these boys, she felt special and desired, which she'd never felt before. Winding her arms around the boys neck, she felt him run his hands up her back and down to slightly graze her skirt up, exposing more of her thighs.
Mmm, I could get used to this.
The boy looked down at the girl in front of him, his eyes searching her body that was moving accordingly with his administrations. He ran his hands up her back and under the sheer material of her camisole top, caressing the soft skin he found there and making her moan against his fingertips. Tilting her face to his, he slowly grazed a kiss across her full lips. Lily's eyes fluttered closed as he placed tiny kisses over her lips, just touching them, making her craving increase and mewing noises escape her throat.
Then Lily was ripped from the Muggle boys' grasp and pulled away.
The idea of speech left her mind quickly as shock took over.
`Stay away from her,' she watched James growl at the boy she was dancing with.
Then speech found her, `James, what the hell are you…'
James rounded on her fast, making her step back quickly, `Shut up!'
`How was I supposed to know she was dating you?'
Lily quickly ended that assumption, `He's not my boyfriend!'
`Lily, I told you to shut up!'
Another one of the boys in the group stepped towards Lily and took her arm, `She can make her own decisions.'
James and Sirius glared at the Muggle who was holding their Head Girl. If looks could kill, Lily thought that the boys would all be brown bread by now.
`Get your hands off her.'
Lily was worried, she'd never seen the two Marauders like this before and she decided that she didn't really want to again either.
`Oh,' the boy said, `and what are you going to do about it?'
He stepped behind Lily, running his hands over her shoulders. Sirius looked at James, he didn't know why his friend had a problem with Lily dancing with the group of Muggles, but when he had flew across the room after the boy had kissed her, Sirius knew that he had to back his best mate up, otherwise James would have gone over there and got his ass kicked.
The boy behind Lily had a crude grin across his face, watching the two Gryffindor's anger increase dramatically as he played his fingers over her collarbone then quickly down her breasts.
Lily gasped and pulled away.
James grabbed her wrist, holding it in a hard lock and he glared at her. Lily tried to pull away but it was impossible to break from his strong grasp.
`James let me go!'
He paused for a second then dragged her from the group, through the club and out the exit, all the time Lily struggling from him to release her.
James let her go as they got onto the pavement in front of the club. Lily pulled away from him and held her wrist, blue bruises beginning to form on her pale skin.
`What the fuck was that?' she screamed at him.
James didn't say anything and Sirius just watched silently.
`James?' she shouted, `What is wrong with you?'
All reason had gone from her mind as she yelled at him, but James kept silent. Lily stopped shouting and panted, feeling physically tired after the one-sided argument.
`Are you finished?' he asked casually.
Anger flew up into her mind, and she stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side and he breathed in angrily, his jaw hardening at the effort of not slapping her back.
`You fucking bastard!'
Lily ignored the sting in her palm and turned around and stormed down the street.
James shifted his eyes to see Sirius watching her walk away, he sighed and Sirius then looked at him.
He blinked and turned his frosty sight to the girl that was strutting down the dark London street, `I'll…erm…I'll see you later Padfoot.'
James turned and jogged towards Lily; her hair blowing behind her as she continued to walk away. He came up behind her and grabbed the top of her arm, she tried to wrench away but he held her firm.
`We're going home!'
`No!' Lily spat, `I'm going home, you can go fuck yourself!'
James grabbed her and shook her, `Hey! Shut the hell up would you! You can be such a mouthy little bitch Evans.'
Fury hit her hard, turning her red, `Who the hell do you think you are?'
Lily went to grab him, to hit him, to punch him, anything that would result with him in agony, but he held her arms, restraining her from doing exactly that. She fought hard against his control over her.
What the hell is going to make her stop?
Lily barely recognized the effects of apparation as she tried to grab him around the throat. James had taken them quickly back to Lily's lounge in her house and he was sure that she didn't know that he had. She was too busy trying to kill him.
James had had enough. He pushed her backwards, making her bump into the sofa and nearly topple onto it.
`Hey!' he warned as she went to lunge at him again, `Enough!'
Lily stopped quickly, realising how immature she was being. She lifted her hands up to her face, willing the tears not to come. She was mentally wiped out, completely exhausted with the whole living situation and the continuous fights - verbal and physical. James watched her, his face contorted in a frown of uncertainty. She sighed and looked at him, meeting his gaze.
`What did you think you were doing at that club?'
Lily was dumbfounded, `Me? Who gave you the right to determine who I dance with?'
James turned around and folded his arms, Lily spoke crisply, `And from where I was standing you seemed very occupied with the slut that you had draped over your chest.'
James rounded on her, `Noticing who I'm with now are you?'
`Only so I can use it as blackmail later.'
He sneered at her comment and she looked at him in disdain, `Why did you do that? Seriously, I want to know.'
James looked at the girl in front of him, noticing her auburn hair, tussled and laying against the pale skin of her chest. He wanted to just reach out and feel the soft strands fall between his fingers, feel the natural curls brush his palms, feel the silky texture against his lips as he kissed…
What the fuck…? What the hell was that?
Lily looked at the black haired boy in concern, `James?'
Oh god!
James looked at her, the anxiety evident in her face. He watched her full, red lips form his name, and felt the delicate sound reverberate through his mind.
`She is so beautiful. Why haven't I seen it?' he thought.
Because you have, and not believed.
`But how could I not have?'
I want to kiss her. I need to kiss her.
`James, are you okay?' Lily spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.
The Head Boy looked at the Head Girl, realising how different this would make everything; one of the most rebellious boys in Hogwarts, falling for the notorious `Good Girl'.
Falling for her?
Shit!
I gotta get out of here.
Lily watched James glance at her quickly with a look that she couldn't make out, turn and walk out of the room. Hearing footfalls up the stairs signaling James going to his room, she slumped down onto the sofa.
`What the hell was that about?'
She sat for about 15 minutes trying to figure out what had made the Marauder so…un-Marauderish and walk off. After no success, she curled up against the sofa cushions and let sleep take her away into the land of dreams.
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