- For The Love of Hate -
The Feeling's Mutual
It was the first night of the second term, the day before classes began and a tall muscular boy stood in a large bathroom drying his hair. He paused momentarily and found a dry part of the towel, then continued caressing his dripping jet-black locks. There was a knocking at the door.
"What?" he called in a deep, rumbling baritone. The door behind him swung open to reveal a girl with long red hair, voluptuous curves and a pair of stunningly captivating emerald eyes. She had folded her arms as soon as she saw him standing there drying his hair.
"Wha- oh, it's you," said the boy once he had thrown the towel down. "What do you want, Evans?" He glanced at her briefly before grabbing another larger towel and wrapping it tightly around his waist.
Lily Evans just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, you know, Potter, just decided to barge in here in order to see your oh so sexy, completely naked body with only a towel round your waist; to see your gorgeous body dripping with water. You know - the usual."
James Potter, who had at this point been inspecting his reflection in the mirror, gazed at Lily through the mirror and let out a diverse snort. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. Grabbing a toothbrush and some toothpaste, he shook his head in disbelief and said, "Sure Evans, very funny. Look, I really don't have the time for this, what do you really want?"
Lily giggled and stepped further into the steamy bathroom. "Alright, I guess that was a little melodramatic - not to mention only apparent in your dreams," James glared at her and clicked his fingers so that water began to flow into the sink.
"Evans …" James warned slowly.
Lily sighed and moved to sit down on the window ledge and then continued. "Okay, well, Professor Dumbledore sent me a letter this morning reminding me to tell the Head Boy that as Student Head's of the school, we need to organise a dance for fifth years and above, and have the plans ready for tomorrow evening."
She watched patiently as James brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth.
"Fine," he muttered and clicked his fingers again and the water stopped. "That it?" he asked, turning to face her. He watched as her piercing eyes sliced their way across his body; starting at his neck and down to just above his waist line. Then she closed her eyes and smiled.
James rolled his eyes and turned his back on her and knelt down to sift through a cupboard. "I know I'm gorgeous but Merlin, Evans, get over it," he said loudly.
Lily's eyes sprung open and she threw her head back in laughter. "Ha! I think you should get over it you spoilt, arrogant, little prick," she scowled, adjusted her robes slightly, and then tipped her head to one side, staring at him again. "I was merely taking in what you looked like and then having the pleasure of imagining what it would be like if you weren't here. Pure-heavenly-bliss!" She replied dreamily, although sounding and looking slightly amused.
James grimaced and countered, "You'd miss me, Evans, and you know it," in a sing-song voice and stood up from the cupboard holding a comb. "And I resent being called spoilt and arrogant - I'm simply very wealthy and comfortably self-assured …" he stated casually as he attempted to flatten his untameable hair.
Now laughing and looking a little incredulous, Lily clapped her hands once in mirth and declared, "Although that is a blatant crock of bull, I must say, Potter - it's the best you've come up with for a long time."
"Cheers," he said in a frustrated tone as his hair still refused to obey its master. He gave up and threw the comb into the bin next to his foot. "Have to admit, it's better than Sirius's usual, 'Oh fuck off you…whatever'," he grumbled in an imitation of Sirius Black, his best friend. He turned to look at Lily in order to see her reaction and she just burst out laughing.
He sighed heavily and watched her, shaking his head. "What! What is so funny? You've seen my hair like this before - this is the 70's - we all look like this. Seriously, I wish someone could invent-" he began thoughtfully but was cut off by Lily.
"No, no, don't worry your overly large little head about it," she narrowed her eyes and frowned at her choice of words. "Anyway, yeah, I was just imagining Black trying to have a half intelligent conversation. It's really not actually that funny either - I feel kind of sorry for the poor bastard-"
This time it was James' turn to cut Lily off. He swung his fist into the wall beside the mirror behind him, causing her to jump, and shot her a dangerous look. "Don't you dare-" he paused and took a deep breath, calming himself down, and then carried on. "I'll let that one slide, Evans. But only this once. Don't insult him when I'm around ever again, okay?" he hissed quietly, "You have no fucking idea what he's been through over the summer."
Lily, looking slightly guilty, opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. James turned around and sighed exasperatedly at the numerous cracks he had left in the tiled wall. He placed his hand over it and closed his eyes and muttered an incantation.
Lily looked on curiously and noticed with amazement that upon removing his hand, the marble tiles had been repaired. All guilt and, one had to admit, fear forgotten, she slipped slowly off of the window sill and walked over to James.
James edged to the side a few inches, as if afraid that she might touch him.
"How did you do that?" she asked incredulously, inspecting the now flawless tiles.
James looked at her as though she were stupid and answered, "Magic, Evan's … have you actually paid any attention to the world around you, or have you been catching up on your beauty sleep for the last seven years?"
Lily gave him look that would cause most people to drop dead a thousand times over. James, however, watched her with a mixture of pity hidden behind his sparkling hazel eyes, and a facial expression of complete indifference.
Noticing his stubborn apathy, she smacked him hard on the arm and said threateningly, "Watch it, Jamesy-boy, I could make your sleepy-time extremely unpleasant …"
He blanched - she smirked.
"So?" she asked again, "How did you perform a restoration spell without a wand?"
James looked a little uncomfortable at this and simply shrugged.
"I just did … I happen to have some knowledge of Wandless Magic, that's all," he said offhandedly, as though it was of no importance, and strode out of the bathroom and through one of the two white doors that led to the Head's bedrooms.
Lily let him brush past her and then said in annoyance, "Wrong door, pretty-boy, turn round right now!"
She heard James say, "Damn", and then mention something about "last night".
She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.
How she detested that boy.
Despite this, still, she followed him into his bedroom before he shut the door on her, and leapt onto his bed, leaning back on the head board and watched him closely.
James turned to her, looking at her in mild disbelief. "How is it, Miss Evans that you can come into my room, but I can't even walk near yours? You may also notice the 'Miss Evans' part, meaning that you are neither my wife - thank Merlin - and nor are you my friend or girlfriend."
Lily rolled her eyes again and stared back at him apathetically, "Your point is?"
"Get off my bed and get out of my room!" James exclaimed, equally perturbed, pointing to his door.
"Not until you tell me how you learned to perform magic without a wand," Lily responded stubbornly.
James growled in aggravation and repeated, slowly this time, "You-are-not-my-wife, okay? Nor are you someone I particularly want to share that with - i.e. a friend! So I'm not telling you anything, it's none of your bloody business!"
How he detested that girl.
Lily huffed and crossed her arms, sulking. "Fine, but I'm not leaving - just to piss you off even more, Potter," she stuck her tongue out at him and then added, "Just to get that … satisfaction," she nodded at her choice of words and flashed him a smug grin, then leaned back making herself comfortable, expelling a relieved sigh.
James took this chance to roll his eyes and shrugged his broad shoulders, "Suit yourself, I just won't let it get to me." With that, he put on his very unique lopsided cocky grin and backed up slowly over to his wardrobe, all the while gazing intently into Lily's eyes, still grinning that cheeky grin. He then turned around, breaking eye contact with Lily who looked at him as though he were a complete idiot with no style, as she silently cursed herself for first, not leaving when he told her to and second, for allowing him - and herself, she thought - to do what was inevitably about to occur.
Here we go again …
James threw open the doors to the large mahogany wardrobe and began searching for something smart yet casual to wear as he and the other Marauder's - Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew - were planning a 'Back-to-Boredom-Bash' (as Sirius had affectionately dubbed it). Once he had found something appropriate for the occasion, he looked over his shoulder in a mockingly embellished sexy manor at Lily and he reached for his towel.
Lily just shifted into a more comfortable position and looked back at him expectantly; her eyebrow rose in anticipation and slight doubt that he would actually do it.
Well? - He did …
Lily's eyebrows shot up even further at the sudden, yet intriguing, event that was taking place. It's not as though Lily did this a lot - on the contrary, she had never done this - she just happened to be a very confident girl, whom posed not in the least a self-conscious girl. That's not to say she was loud and uncontrollable; she just spoke her mind, stood up for herself and others and made a point of being overly opinionated.
She continued to witness as James purposefully took his time dressing, making it agonising as he bent over with only boxers on to pick up his jeans. She had to admit though, watching it was damned hot.
Hell, I may hate the prick but he does have a body to die for, she told herself.
Heh - and whoever thought a dress-tease could be so sexy? Especially since it's James Potter performing one.
Oh God- I really, REALLY do hate him. Really …
Such an arse …
Clad only in socks and jeans, Lily failed to notice that there was something around his neck. It was some kind of medallion depicting a golden phoenix, and it hung loosely in the middle of his chest.
He searched Lily for some kind of reaction; positive or negative, he didn't really care. They both concluded with the same consequence. All the while he was inspecting her, he didn't break character - he continued to subtly flex his muscles and his body in ways that always drove the other girls crazy.
Lily Evans was no exception to this kind of … torture … she was enjoying, yet hating it at the same time.
This was James Potter. Not just any James. He was a Potter.
He's the Devil in disguise, I swear it, Lily's mind noted breathlessly.
James watched in triumph as Lily's luscious red lips parted, her tongue gently caressing them, her teeth occasionally biting them.
Oh yes, James Potter was enjoying every lingering second.
Not as much as Lily would hate to admit though.
Feeling encouraged by Lily's reaction, he sauntered over and sat down beside her. Upon noticing this, Lily was pulled out of her stupor and she shot a look of pure hatred at James for doing what he was doing to her and swiftly leapt off the bed and headed for the door.
James was a little taken aback at this sudden, completely different reaction, but knew it was nothing to worry over. Nevertheless, he would not let it go that easily and he jumped off the bed and walked briskly over to Lily who had reached the door.
Just as she laid her fingers on the door knob, James grabbed her shoulder gently as not to hurt her, and expertly spun her round to face him. Before she earned the chance to protest, James had pushed her forcefully up against the bedroom door and bent down and kissed her.
It wasn't a forceful kiss, but it was full of passion, wanton desire - lust. Lily was taken by surprise at first but it didn't take her very long to respond by kissing back with the same level of fervour. Moments into the kiss, James carefully and, yet again, expertly ran his tongue across Lily's bottom lip. She moaned softly and inclined her head more to the side and allowed him entrance, entwining their tongues in a heated battle.
After a minute or so, Lily quickly pulled away and pushed James back as they both stood breathing heavily. He didn't look affronted, nor did he seem perturbed by her reaction. No, he was expecting it, and he knew it didn't make a difference.
They stood facing each other, staring intently; James with a small smile tugging at his lips; Lily holding a defiant and almost angry expression. Her eyes gave her away however - they were positively screaming out lustful hunger.
Very suddenly, Lily lashed out, slapping James hard across the cheek. He blinked; nothing else.
"Fuck you," she whispered, sounding almost tearful, "Fuck-you-Potter."
James continued to stare at her, a little softer this time, his little smile evaporated.
Lily made another movement to slap him once more, but what he had assumed was going to be another strike, wasn't.
She grabbed onto the back of James' head and pulled him towards her and in an instant their still heated bodies and lips clashed yet again. The two hormonal teens tilted their heads to the side to allow each other more room for their desperately wandering tongues.
James wrapped one arm around Lily's waist, gripping the small of her back and placed the other one upon her thigh, just above the knee and lifted her from the floor.
Understanding the gesture, Lily moaned and wrapped her legs around James' torso, then to increase the sexual tension she thrust wantonly and they both groaned in pleasure. This motion had caused James to back up a few feet from the door and gradually over to the bed where he came to a halt at the edge. He seemed to hesitate until Lily leaned back, ensuring that her weight dragged him down too.
They fell onto the comfortable cool bed with a soft thump and at the angle and compromising position they landed in, it was hard to tell which one found it the most arousing, as they both began to thrash about each others mouths even more zealously. James slowly pried himself away from Lily's sumptuous lips and laid a flood of kisses all the way down her jaw and onto to her neck. He reached the sensitive pulse just above her collarbone and began to suckle on it, causing Lily to whimper quietly as they both savoured the pleasures each other were receiving.
Lily's hands wandered down to James' bare chest and she began to touch, stroke and caress every toned muscle she could lay her delicate fingers on. At some point, Lily noticed James raise a hand above her and make a sweeping motion, and she suddenly felt a little more exposed.
With Lily's robes now on the dresser a few meters away, James took advantage of the situation and moved his hand from Lily's back and gingerly onto her tummy, and then working his way up at an unbearably slow pace.
Oh Merlin … his touch is torture …
He eventually reached just beneath her breast and ran one finger along the sensitive area. Whining in frustration Lily thrust yet again and James let out an agitated, low growl, then placed his thumb under the bra cup and ripped it clean off her body, revealing her perfect breasts. This satisfying the two of them, he enclosed her breast with his hand and started to massage and grope it eagerly. She whimpered and she moaned.
Oh- the sounds she makes …
Lily seemed to be getting a little impatient and she lowered her hands down to his jeans and efficiently unclipped and unzipped them, all the while sinking her teeth into James neck as he encouraged her current exploits by slipping a finger between the elastic on her black lace thong and her supple and delicious skin beneath it.
They eased off one another's remaining clothes and lay there. James on top of Lily; entrapped between her long, curvy, smooth legs.
Pressed tightly against her gorgeous body …
Pressed against his incredible body …
They gazed into each others eyes for a few moments; James stroking Lily's auburn hair; Lily running the tips of her fingers across his back, causing him to shiver in enjoyment.
They let out a deep shuddering breath simultaneously and familiarised themselves so that they were more secure and snug.
Lily just looked at James' eyes with an odd expression, and he gazed into her eyes with the same look.
"I hate you …" she whispered, her voice thick with an indescribable emotion.
James lowered his head to her ear and nibbled upon her earlobe gently, before replying in an equally passionate tone.
"The feeling's mutual …" before gliding inside and causing a shared ecstatic rapture.
A/N: Just leave something short if you don't want to write much, but it would be very much appreciated if you could review please. Thank you!