For The Love of Hate

Alexus Dracius

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Lily & James
Book: Lily & James, Books 1 - 6
Published: 01/09/2006
Last Updated: 11/09/2006
Status: in_progress

**RE-UPLOAD OF MISTAKENLY DELETED CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE COMING SOON** Something light and a little weird while I find time to write more to my full-length fics. This will be short - only a few chapters long. You'll probably read the first chapter and think exactly what I did when I read through it...'WTF?!' - but it's just being built off of an odd plot-bunny I had. NC-17 for language, sex (although not too smutty) and DRUG USE AND ABUSE. You've been warned, so - Enjoy! /-\_/-\

Chapters

1. The Feeling's Mutual

2. Back to Boredom Bash Pt. I

1. The Feeling's Mutual

– 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!

2. Back to Boredom Bash Pt. I

- For The Love of Hate -

Back to Boredom Bash

*Part(y) One*

Warning: The following two part chapter(s) contain quite a profuse use of profanity, drug abuse and scenes of a sexual nature. As such is not suitable for younger readers under the age of 18...however, I'm not naive, and neither are you - so I know you're going to read it anyway.

Proviso: In no way, shape or form do I endorse the use of drugs. The substance abuse detailed in this story is purely for story-telling purposes and will in no way be so graphically descriptive as to glorify the use of any illegal substance. Oh yeah: alcohol and cigarettes aren't illegal - most of us do it, so any subtle glorification for the purposes of this story shall be added without hesitation.

Thanks, and enjoy part(y) one of part(y) two!

James rolled unceremoniously onto his side, panting heavily, closing his eyes and wiping his brow of sweat.

“Fuck ... Holy Mother of Merlin, Evans ...” he croaked.

Lily slowly let her arched legs slide to rest on the soft mattress. Her breathing just as laboured as James', her skin just as soaked in sweat and her body just as satisfied, she let out a small moan and turned to James beside her.

“I know, Potter ... Merlin I know, I know ...” she breathed out.

James turned slightly to look at her and he smiled smugly.

“My pleasure, Evans,” he said, winking dramatically.

Lily looked at him and raised an eyebrow, then snorted. “Ha, good one, Potter. Now shut up and get up,” she demanded.

James' eyebrows jumped and disappeared instantly and he just blinked at her. “Err ... my - bedroom - possibly?” he deadpanned, almost questioningly.

“What? And? Fucking shut up and get up, Potter. I want to shower my body clean of you and get ready.” She said heatedly and pushed him forcefully with her foot as she stretched out on the bed making an angel-like shape.

Poor James not realising just how close to the edge of the bed he was, felt himself slide a little too much in the downward direction and he yelped loudly and dropped to the floor with a resounding thump!

Lily laughed. “Oh, Potter - you do make it all worth it sometimes, you know that?”

James immediately leapt to his feet and glared at Lily lying naked on his bed. “Thanks,” he then smiled sweetly. “You're a bitch, Evans. Could you please make yourself decent and fuck off? Pretty please?” he said in a feigned affectionate tone. He then began the process of gathering his clothes and heading for the shower (again) to get ready for the Marauder's `Back-to-Boredom-Bash'.

Meanwhile Lily just stared at him with an amused expression. “With a cherry on top? And perhaps some whipped cream?” she suggested as he reached the bathroom door.

James fumbled with the door handle for a while before replying in what could be considered an irritated tone.

“What? Yeah fine, cherry's and whipped cream - hell, throw some strawberries, banana's and orange's in there too - make it a full fuckin' fruit salad; never know - might have it at the party later if it keeps you happy and you get out. ”

Just as he started to enter the bathroom, he heard a very amused Lily say stubbornly, “Oh, but Jamsie, I don't like banana ...”

Ignoring her, he held up a twirling middle finger behind his back so she would see it and then closed the door behind him.

Lily laughed.

James smiled.

***

Lily checked and double checked herself in the mirror. In fact - she did this so many times, that to calculate how many times she actually did check herself became a sum full of so many multiplications of `double' and `several' and many other numerically suggestive adjectives that the equation would call upon more than one Kalbert Weinschteige, winner of the Wiz.A.R.D.S. (Wiz at Arithmancy and Runes Dedication Society) Award, to understand it.

It was safe to say that Lily wasn't vain, yet the idea of going to one of the Marauder parties and being shown up by all those slutty whores wearing more boot-ware than the rest of their clothing put together, not before being multiplied by five - several times over - and basically adorning what may as well be considered fucking belts around their anorexic waists, strips of cloth tied over their disproportionate double F tits that'll probably be the reasons behind their black and blue eyes in the future (at which point they'll blame their poor-sod other-half) and hair that looks like a fuc-

“Jesus, Evans, breathe! You're talking about a good few of my ex-girlfriends there,” came a deep voice and Lily squealed and jumped and turned sharply and cricked her neck (“ahshit!”) and glared and ran and hit a smirking James on the side of the head - and then trod on his foot to ensure the `self-assured' smirk was definitely gone.

“You scared the shit out of me, Potter! And do you have no manners? At all? How dare you just waltz into my room when I'm getting ready and think you can make yet another idiotic comment and just...just...what?” Lily paused looking bewildered, “I was talking out loud?”

James frowned and raised an eyebrow at her in confusion but shook it off and pointed a finger at her. “Okay, first off? Ouch-” he indicated to his head, “-and second, that was my bad foot-” he exercised his harmed toes, “- and third, what-the-fuck do you keep ranting on and on about? Yeah, the majority of them are slutty one-time dykes that go for the guys once in a while until they need their pussy fix, but seriously, Evans, take a deep breath and shut-up!” James took a long breath himself, smiled half smugly, half amusedly at Lily's shocked expression and said mockingly, “One must go disco-part-ay - come along.”

And then he left - left looking delicious in his khaki flares (“Do they even exist?”), unbuttoned part denim, part cotton and what looked like part dragon-skin shirt (“Huh?”) and not to mention the sandal boots (“Erm...”).

Yes, that's definitely what they were; only word for them really - Sandal Boots TM .

“What a messed up little wizard he is,” Lily re-thought her statement, amended the `little' comment, smiled slightly and then turned around to carry on observing herself. But then she remembered: that problem had already been solved. Though she wasn't sure how or why...

“And by the way, Evans! Forth-” came James' loud voice, “-Get out of my fucking room!”

“Oh go and floss your teeth with your ex-airheads arm!” Lily replied, hoping that it only worked hypothetically.

She heard James' shout of laughter and couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile at his response.

“Nah they're busy blowing up the balloon's through their ears at the moment!”

Never mind hypothetical talk - practically that just might work, thought Lily, grinning.

***

“It's not going to work,”

“Yes it is,”

“I'm telling you- it won't,”

“And I'm telling you that it will!”

“Fuck off, it won't!”

“Don't swear, Moony, it's bad for the karma,”

Remus Lupin (affectionately known as `Moony'), Sirius Black (self-titled `Padfoot') and Peter Pettigrew (ominously dubbed `Wormtail') were gathered around a magically-powered, magically-enhanced PA sound system in the Room of Requirement. Sirius, being the man who knew little or nothing about Muggle objects turned magical had been trying, for the past hour, to charm the PA so that it danced to the songs they played through it.

“Karma? Padfoot, stop talking shit. Anyway, you use `fuck' in nearly every sentence and you don't seem too affected by-” Remus stopped dead and scratched out the rest of the sentence in his mind and relayed a duly revised response. “No you're right- swearing is bad- and you, my friend, are living proof of that.”

Sirius screwed his face up in thought, frowned and then just shrugged and gave in. “Fair enough, I suppose. I- Prongs!” he greeted loudly as James opened the door, stepped in and slammed it shut lazily behind him.

“Greetings!” James (also self-titled `Prongs') called out as he grinned at his three comrades and best friends. “`Did you hear? There's going to be a live band at the Marauder's party tonight!'” he mimicked in a girly voice.

Remus laughed. “So word got out then?”

“Apparently so,” confirmed James as he gave Sirius a look clearly stating that whatever he was trying to do to the PA system wasn't going to work. He leant against the wall and brushed something invisible off of his shoulder and shot them a smug look. “Of course, they don't know who it's going to be,”

Peter chuckled and looked at James with a mixture of admiration and excitement. “Well, they wouldn't do- they've never heard of `Jynxed Duo Times Two' before,” he reminded them.

“Naturally, but they will do by tonight.” Remus insisted and they all glanced at each other, before nodding. “Leave it Sirius!” They marched to the door and exited the room.

“Ready?” asked Sirius and they all gave an affirmative grin. Moving to one side of wall they began to pace in front of it in unison, each of them thinking the same thought.

We need a very large room to accommodate for at least a thousand people, a bar, a stage, a dance floor, comfortable seating, lighting, unlimited alcohol and cigarette supply of different varieties, a PA system, four side rooms for `supplementary activities', and an enchanted ceiling like the Great Hall.

Once they had been past three times, they all stopped at stared as a new door appeared on the previously blank wall.

James reached out and swung it open hastily and his eyes widened, a bright triumphant grin spread across his face. “Fuck-me!” he whispered in awe.

“I'd rather-” Sirius began as he stepped his but became James' double instantly, “-fuck-me-sideways!” he said breathlessly.

Peter walked in and squeaked loudly and clapped unnecessarily loud.

“Now I really don't think there's any need for all the- Mother of Merlin, fuck me indeed!” Remus joined their side as he stared around dreamily. “Beautiful...” he

“Oh yes, Moony, oh-yes!” James agreed enthusiastically and he stepped further into the room, the other three not far behind as they inspected the party-venue.

Around the edge of the huge room were massive comfortable, plush love-seats; to the left of the room was a long granite bar, beyond it rows and rows of spirit dispensers, beer pumps along the bar itself. In all four corners of the room sat ten-foot high, four-foot wide speakers, and just next to each one a door that led to side-rooms. Lights of all varieties, colours, sizes bordered the stage. The dance floor itself was cornered by long poles that disappeared into the Great Hall style ceiling.

Remus turned to and gave him a pointed look.

“What? I like watching girls pole dance? Can you blame me?” he said innocently. Remus rolled his eyes and strolled over to the stage.

“Practise,” was all he said.

James, Peter and Sirius jogged over to him and stood next to him. “You think?”

“Yes.”

At once they all reached into their pockets and extracted small objects, then placed them onto the wooden stage. With a muttered counter-spell the objects returned to their normal size.

James picked up his trusty electric guitar.

Sirius climbed on stage to set up his enlarged 64 piece drum kit.

Remus jumped on stage and stepped up to his piano.

Peter lifted up his bass guitar and followed Sirius.

The four of them then started to set up their instruments and once they were finished, made themselves comfortable: Sirius at the back surrounded by a myriad of cymbals, toms, snares, rides, splashes, crashes and a few little extras to play around with; Remus to the left as he ran his fingers running over the black and white ivory keys; Peter to the left with his six-string bass guitar, doing some last minute tuning; and James in the centre, in front of him a microphone, his odd ten-string guitar around his neck.

James looked to Remus and nodded wordlessly to him.

And Remus struck up a tune...

***

Lily, now absolutely sure that her appearance was presentable, had made her way to the common room and was currently seated with her best friend, Lèna Wickerman. They were surrounded by the entire house of Gryffindor, from first years to seventh years. Chatter was abundant with the words `Marauders', `Party', `Hot', `Fuckable' and `Live Band'.

Lily listened to one Jessica Stevens gushing over James Potter.

James-fucking-Potter.

“Oh...what I wouldn't give to be staying in his bed tonight. I bet he's amazing between the sheets!” she exclaimed with a wanton sigh.

And Lily couldn't help herself.

“Actually, Stevens, I would rather think that Potter prefers it on top of the sheets,” she seethed, glaring at Jessica indignantly. Jessica looked taken-aback for a moment before she just shook her head and remained silent.

Lèna stared at Lily with an odd expression. Lily took a deep breath and looked back her.

“Why are you giving me that look?” she demanded.

Lèna looked a little speculative, then thoughtful and finally decided.

“How would you know whether James likes it on top or between the covers?”

Lily looked confused for moment before-

Shit!

Nice one, Evans, really smooth.

It bothered her greatly that the voice of her conscience was-

“...James Potter, Lily, how you know, eh?”

Lily shook herself mentally

“What? I don't, but you know, he's seems like the kind of...fuck-tard who likes that kind of thing, right?” Lily said calmly, hesitating only slightly. She thought she sounded genuine. Lèna still seemed unconvinced though.

“Fuck-tard? I wouldn't say it was that bad-” she began, but Lily had quickly placed a hand on her knee to stall her.

“Lèna, I'm sorry but I have to go to a meeting with Professor McGonagall. We can continue this later right?” she said hastily and didn't allow her best friend to answer. “Great, you're the best, love you.” And with a kiss on the corner of her best friends mouth, a squeeze of her knee and a bright grin, she stood swiftly and exited the common room.

Lèna just sat there dumbfounded. She blinked twice, placed a finger to the spot where Lily had kissed her and said loudly, “What the fuck...!”

So much for going to the party together.

Lily marched speedily away from the common room, up flights of stairs, down long corridors, through open doors and around more circles than she bothered to take much notice of.

How could I be so stupid?!

Simple, Evans, you may hate Potter, but he's still on your mind.

Fuck off, James!

Ohh... you called him-

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Lily paused mid-step and let out a frustrated growl and through herself against the hard stone wall. All she wanted to do was sink into the rock behind her and sleep forever... or at least until she was over the humility.

She sat there in silence, left victim to her own troubled devices. And then she heard it...a faint sound...different pitches, alternating notes...but most of all, a haunting voice - quite high, yet powerful...beautiful.

She stood slowly and tried to train her ear to the direction of the sound, but each time she tried to get close enough to make out the lyrics, they would die away again. She returned to the wall at which she first heard the music and stopped. As she did however the sound trailed off and everything was quiet again.

A crease appeared on her forehead as she strained to hear anything, something - and she heard nothing. So she pouted, let out a long drawn out sigh and decided that it was time to meet Lèna and everyone else for The Marauders' Back-To-Boredom-Bash - a statement that she rather resented, to be perfectly honest.

***

The Marauders turned off all of the lights above and around the stage and began work on enchanting the bar to serve drinks and cigarettes magically.

“Shouldn't we put an age line around the bar? To stop the little ones drinking too much and making a mess?” suggested Remus thoughtfully.

James and Sirius caught each other's eye and made an identical face.

“Nah, fuck it. Couldn't care less if they get shit-faced underage really - if it gets out of hand we'll just give `em some of that purple potion stuff and give them a smack round the head for good measure.” Said James and Sirius let out a bark of laughter.

“Brilliant!” cried Sirius.

Peter squeaked suddenly and jumped up and down excitedly with his hands in his pockets.

The other three stared at him worriedly. “Okay, who let him near my porn stash again?”

Peter appeared not to have heard the comment as he fumbled around for something.

Moments later he pulled his hand out of his pockets and held up a bag containing a white powder. Remus groaned and shook his head but said nothing on the matter. James and Sirius, with wide smiles on their faces, clapped Peter on the back heartily.

“Good man, Wormtail! Knew you'd pull through in the end!” Sirius jeered and plucked it from Peter's fingers gingerly. “We'll save this for later on, boys. For now, though, I'll keep it safe, eh?”

“Fine. Just don't drop it somewhere, Padfoot. Or have it all to yourself. Getting beatings if you do, matey.” James warned, half amusing, half serious.

“Absolutely.”

About half an hour later the four friends had all of the finishing touches down to a tee. Observing the rest of their handy work, slightly sweaty and out of breath from the powerful charms placed on the venue.

Remus, still out of breath, nodded and gazed at the room before them, the other three beside him. “You know...we....could have just...you know...told the room to do all that for us...”

Immediately their expressions became thoroughly unimpressed and they headed in unison for the bar to get a drink each.

“They'll all be here in-” James paused to glance at his watch before downing his Firewhiskey, “-five minutes.”

“Did you remember to charm the common room fires to spit out their instructions?” Remus asked James and Peter and they both nodded. “Good. Let's get set up.”

***

Lily and the rest of the school had all received their instructions about five minutes ago, much to their surprise, from the fire. It provided them with the charm to disillusion themselves and directions to the room where the party was to be held. Lily thought it slightly odd that they had not chosen to host the party in the Gryffindor common room as they usually did, but decided it was best - less chance of getting caught, right?

“You know, Lily, I'm surprised - you haven't said one thing against this party since we heard about it,” Lèna mentioned beside her, their arms linked tightly. “I'm proud.”

Lily nudged her playfully and rolled her eyes. “Hush!”

“We're nearly there!” came a loud voice from somewhere at the front of the rabble. It was quite a sight, Lily decided, to practically the entire Hogwarts student population marching through the halls in one direction, with one purpose and one train of mind: Get wankered.

“About time, these shoes are killing my feet,” whined a fifth year girl in front of them. “I just need a drink...something strong.”

Lily snorted quietly. “She's fifteen coming on sixteen and she needs a drink? What bollocks...” Then she glared at no one in particular and turned to Lèna. “Potter and Black better have an age line around the bar or something...it bad enough that they're - we're - doing this without having hundreds of fifth years and below falling all over the place and puking up everywhere.”

Lèna just remained silent, not wishing to encourage Lily's inevitable tirade of reprimands.

Just as she started to elaborate, the same voice echoed up the hall again, announcing that they were there.

Suddenly, Lily thought of something quite substantial to their freedom to walk around undetected. “Hold on, how the Hell did we manage to get all the way up here without being caught?”

Lèna shrugged, “Don't worry about it; the Marauders obviously had that one covered.”

Lily scowled. “Yes. Obviously.”

A door could be heard opening up ahead after a few moments later and the only sounds we're loud gasps and then silence. Curiosity claiming her concern and shaking it violently by the scruff, Lily dropped all pretence of trying to be angry and bean to drag Lèna along with her, through the crowd of people to the front... or as near as she could get, anyway.

“Head Girl coming through! Excuse me! Ex-ex- oh for- MOVE!” she ordered irately and forced a seventh sixth year Slytherin out of her way, for which she earned a muttered, “Fucking Mudblood,” and they were rewarded with a distracted, “Thanks.”

Finally they had made their way to the front, Lily ignoring Lèna's protests of, “Lily, slow down. Lily you're hurting my arm, serious- Oy! Touch my arse again you little shit and I'll fucking castrate you!”

And then they reached the door. And then they saw inside. And then they gasped just like everyone else had who had made it that far. And then Lily felt a strong magical presence, and realised that they had passed through some kind of invisible barrier. And then she really gasped as her and Lèna absorbed their surroundings.

“Whoa...”

“Holy Mother of Merlin!”

Everyone that was already inside was milling around, taking in the enormous scale of the room they stood in.

“Really out-done themselves this time, haven't they?” Lèna said in an awed voice.

Lily couldn't reply. The place looked and certainly felt big enough to house over a thousand people.

After taking in the look, feel and energy that the room seemed to pulsate with, a wild grin broke out on her previously shocked face. Lèna had apparently already reached that stage and was already dragging Lily over to the ridiculously long bar which had already begun pouring pints, shots, cocktails and every other form of alcoholic beverage known to man.

She noticed, without much feeling of concern, that most of the younger years were eagerly and over-excitedly ordering Butterbeer's. Lily chuckled to herself.

Poor naive things don't realise it's alcohol-free. This should be amusing.

Then, feeling something was wrong, Lily put down her Double Jinxton Chaser and searched frantically around the room.

Where the Hell were the Marauders?

“How odd,” said Lèna, obviously catching onto Lily's wave length. “Maybe they're bust raiding Hogsmeade for more alcohol. Oh thank Merlin! Cigarettes, and I've just run low too. Thank you magic bar!”

Lily laughed, completely forgetting the Marauders absence as Lèna opened the packet and pushed one out slightly for her to take. She did so with a sigh of relief.

“Two days...” she breathed out as she took her first drag. “So much for giving up.”

Lèna patted her arm patronisingly and said in a loud cooing tone over the now feverish din, “Oh, Lily babe, you did well enough,” she took a long puff on her own lighted cigarette and blew it out elegantly. “Besides, you're not a quitter, Lily, you're notorious for being strong enough to carry on.”

They looked at each other, Lèna winked, and they both laughed gleefully.

And then jumped, along with everyone else in the room.

A loud penetrating noise erupted like thunder through the cavernous walls; a heavy, bass-induced, almost dangerous drum-beat shook the ground violently, causing Lily's (and everyone else's) insides to seemingly turn to mush. She along with everyone else in the room seemed almost entranced by the beat as it rippled through the floor and right to each heart, causing the heart rate to speed up considerably.

It continued for a while, ensuing everyone was trapped by the pounding, thunderous rhythm, and soon the room was alight with rapidly flashing lights, a red smoke exploding from the ceiling. Lily tried to pick out the silhouettes that flashed on the stage ahead - that no one seemed to have noticed before - and found that she was unable to think properly...the beat was like an addiction.

Amidst the intense beat, came a screeching; a fading-in squealing sound that eventually gave way to the most unholy, most powerful, most unbelievably awesome tuneful roar she had ever heard in her life.

The Hellish cry filled the room, rattling it just as much as the drums were, along with the guitar and bass she could now hear clearly - and she was brutally aware that this music was not for the faint-hearted.

She then brutally aware that she had no idea who was producing this amazing sound, just as the harmony of an organ joined in with the composition.

Suddenly, the rapid lighting subsided slightly and the stage, along with the performers, became clearer to see.

The song was now at it's verse, lyrics that she didn't quite understand as making much sense, yet they sounded so good when delivered by such a powerful singer...the voice was almost demonic.

Her eyes began to wander over the tops of everyone's heads and moments later massive screams and cheers joined the music. She began to ponder what did caused it, but was saved the trouble thanks to Lèna who grabbed hold of her arm firmly and pointed wildly, screaming out, “OH-MY-GOD! LOOK WHO IT IS!”

Lily's gaze followed Lèna's and everyone else's. And she nearly fainted.

There, on stage, were the four of the most unlikely people ever to be playing this type of music.

A topless Sirius Black swinging a pair of drum sticks erratically, his feet pressing down at a constant pace upon the double bass pedals - the man behind the awesome drumming that caught everyone's attention; Peter Pettigrew plucking at a fast pace on his six-string bass, the man adding to the heavy bass vibrating through the floor and walls; Remus Lupin jabbing violently on the piano that seemed to be modified to fire out the immense atmospheric organ sound...

And there, in the middle, also topless, bellowing out powerful notes and lyrics into a microphone before him, a ten-string electric guitar in his grip as he shredded and struck violently, yet with perfect expertise, a screwed up expression with the occasional manic moshing of the head and body, was the one and only...

James-fucking-Potter.

Wow, was her last thought, before the music sucked her in, dragging her down, preventing all coherent state of mind, as every occupant of the room danced, getting deep, dirty and wild in the rapture of the rumbling thunderous vigour.

A/N: The inspiration for the song being played was from an awesome song called `Halo' by Soil. Well, there we go, another chapter done. Hope it was at least half enjoyable. Oh, and I beg of you, please don't complain about the amount of swearing or any of the aforementioned things I warned of earlier. People do these things every day, usually without realising, even in the wizarding world.

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