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LOVE & BROOMSTICKS by StepUpx_Gryffindor

Format: Novel
Chapters: 35
Word Count: 216,870
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, F. Longbottom, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/23/2006
Last Chapter: 03/09/2015
Last Updated: 03/09/2015


You know what I hate? Having James Potter as your playmate as a child, & then having him turn into an egotistical pig as soon as we both set foot in Hogwarts. All the jokes, teasing, cat-calling... I can't stand it! I can't stand him. James Potter may have that devlishly handsome grin going for him, but I'm not falling for it! I've survived him for 5 years & I'm sure I can make it through my Sixth Year without him... I think?

Chapter 15: Midnight Mischief, Part Two

Author's Note: Holy Crapola! Here we are lol. :] I just wanna let you guys know that I've started a new story, so when the first chapter gets validated, check it out! HAVE A HAPPY READING, EVERYONE!

I can’t believe she’s making me do this. Jessica’s got me picking the lock to a marauder’s trunk in the boys’ dormitory. I’m on my knees and I’m praying that none of the guys are awake. All this because of a stupid dare… What was I thinking writing that down as an option?!


Now, I remember my little nude Gryffindor boys’ scandal and I’m here to say none of it’s changed. It’s the same messy room, same snoring boys, just none of them naked. If they were, you of all people would know I’d have a heart attack.

My heart is pounding in my chest and I keep fidgeting with the lock. This is supposed to be JESSICA’S dare, not mine, but she had trouble seeing because…

She put on her war paint and now it smeared in her eyes and she can’t see.

There, I said it.

I hate this. There, I said that, too.

Emma would do it, but she’s on the look out near the door, just in case someone comes in or if someone gets up to use the bathroom. You think with this kind of security I would be okay. What with Emma on the look out and Jessica being blind and all…


I’m not.

Not because I’m breaking the rules. Not because I’m doing it past curfew. Not because if I get caught rumors will surface everywhere. But because I noticed something very bad a few minutes ago.

James and Sirius aren’t in their beds. It's making me go hay-wire. This has WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON written all over it. I don’t have good luck, you know that. I can’t deal with this damn lock; blame my brain. I can’t focus because I’m thinking about where Sirius and James are! See how frickin’ crazy I am?

Little man inside my head.

It’s his entire bloody fault.

All. Of. It.

I need to concentrate on this damn lock! For once it would be great if the marauders didn’t disturb my life so much as to enter my brain when I’m trying to help Jessica steal people’s socks! Meh. It’s so annoying. Get out spiky haired boy and friend! Shoo!

I try to focus just a little bit, and, have mercy, it works. The lock opens and I push Jessica closer and tell her to look around in the trunk. I don’t know how she’s going to find a sock… It looks like his clothes threw up. She smears her eyes on her pajama shirt and tries to squint. I roll my eyes and back up, giving her more room. We didn’t wanna take anything from Remus, so we chose Peter’s bed. And we didn’t go near Sirius because of, you know, Emma and her self assuring issues. I deleted James off my list a long time ago; I’m not going near that bed again…

Emma taps my shoulder behind me, scaring me to death.

“Er, Sorry… I just had a thought, instead of picking the lock, why didn’t you just bring your wand with you?” she asks.

My face goes still.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“I am a sodding idiot,” I conclude, rubbing my temples. You’d think Jessica would plan ahead for this, seeing as she is always prepared for heists. But, no. She got too excited and stabbed her pupil with black paint before we even reached the door. Emma thought this too late, so she couldn’t have thought about bringing her wand. I did this for nothing… Well, not nothing, but now I feel like a bloody moron. Emma walks back to her look out spot as I wait for Jessica to patiently find Peter’s sock. After a while, she finds one and we roll out of the room. We stop every few minutes or so when we hear a snore coming from the boys. Emma closes the door slowly and we walk back.

“I feel like such a spy right now. It’s invigorating,” Jess whispers.

Invigorating, my ass.

“I’m just happy I convinced you to put away your rope and binoculars,” I say swiftly.

I shake my head. “You’re getting too wild for me, now-a-days.”

Jessica raises her eyebrow. “I’m just a more careless and free-er version of you, Lily,” she jokes.


“I don’t have that kind of stamina, Ms. Dimples,” I reply.

Jessica wipes some more of her war paint off with one hand and carries Peter’s sock in the other. Emma and I follow closely behind her in the dark hallway. What Jessica said sticks in my mind and I silently think to myself.

Are Jessica and I really that similar? To think that I could be like her… her attitude, her adventurous qualities…It’s a bit weary to think about. I remember before the beginning of term when Jess told me that I could do exactly what she does, if I could just let go of what ever was holding me back from being free. Of course Jessica and I are alike in a lot of ways, but I never thought until right now that I could act the same way. Is she a more careless version of myself? Is Jessica Finelly a clone of me with a wild side? Well, not clone. But you know what I mean. I wish I could do what she does; carefree, without a hesitant step. Life would be much easier. I’ve told her this before, how I wish I could get the courage to be a little bit more proud of myself. But Jessica’s always answered with the same response. I can have so much more self confidence if I just let go. Sometimes I understood what she meant, but at other times I was a bit lost. There are a lot of things that have affected me in my life that have made me very cautious…

I feel like a nerd, thinking about this. I just can’t. I can’t be who I wanna be. It’s a lot of information to understand, I know. Just think about how my head is trying to function! I see Jessica, and I think to myself, she’s the reason for all the happiness in my life. She’s pushed us both to the limits because she isn’t afraid of what’s out there. This is why we’re so different and alike at the same time. Everything ‘out there’ scares me. You don’t know what’s coming next. And that makes me nervous. Jessica knows that about me. She’s managed to help me have the best times of my life, all because she knows I can do it. Everything you find terrifying to do is usually the stuff that’s the most worth while. I don’t know why all this has entered my thoughts all of a sudden, but I think it’s because there are certain things that people say, that just- affect me. Like right now. Just a couple simple words spoken to me and they make me think so deeply… Even when I lease expect it. See? Another thing to be afraid of: the affects of words at random moments.

Lily Evans is afraid of words.


I laugh to myself. I’m such a nutter.

“What’re you gigglin’ about?” Jessica asks, opening the door to the girls’ dormitory.

I look at her big smeared raccoon eyes and smile. I give her a big hug, taking her by surprise. “Thank goodness I have you, Jessica Marie. You bring out the best in me when I think I can only do worse.”

Jessica’s taken aback and Emma smiles at us. I rest my head on Jess’s shoulder.

“Uh…Wow. Well, thank you,” Jessica stutters, hugging me back. “This is kinda random…”

I turn my head around to Emma.

“What are you doing over there? Join this circle of lovin’!”

“Okay!” Emma hops over and we hug each other like we’re in some American sports film.

_ten minutes later_

“Look at me! I have short hair now!” Emma exclaims, jumping on Jessica’s bed.

“You look hot!” Jessica tells her.

“Jess is right, you do!”

“I can’t believe that spell worked. I thought I would mess up and get some sort of Mohawk, but it’s perfect!”

It was Emma’s turn so she picked card #2 and the dare said:

Do something drastic to your hair, i.e. color or cut.

She was brave enough to cut her hair a little bit above shoulder length, and it used to be six inches passed her shoulders! She looks great. I didn’t think she would go through with it.

Emma walks slowly to the bathroom to look at her new hair cut in the mirror. “This was the best dare ever,” she tells us when she walks back.

Jessica looks at the clock and says, “Man, we are going to be dead today. When are we gonna fall asleep? Because hours from now, they’re gonna start serving breakfast! We’re staying up on a school night…until morning. I love it- Aha! My wand! I was looking for it today…” Jessica gets her wand out from under her bed and takes off the war paint.

“I never even thought about that, to tell you the truth. All I wanted to do was have a girls’ night, not caring if we were going to get up early in time for school. But I should have planned this better…We’ll just cut the game early and pick it up another time,” I say.

“Yeah, after your turn,” Jess says bluntly.

“Alright, alright.” I reach for a card.

“Don’t even think of picking up an odd card,” I hear behind me. I twitch.

Oh, fine.

“Hold on, now! She wrote the cards, so she knows what she’s gonna choose!” Emma tells Jessica.

I gasp. "Excuse me, I am not a cheater! Like I honestly remember what I wrote-"
me, I am not a cheater! Like I honestly remember which ones I wrote-”

I get cut off by Jessica jumping on my shoulders and covering my eyes with her hands. I land on the ground with a POOF.

“Damn it! I’m prone to bruises you know.” I roll my eyes. Her methods of solving problems…Tackling people.

“I’ll choose your card, don’t look.” Jessica gets off me and picks up a random card.

“Oh. My. God.” When Jessica gasps and says those words, the outcome is never too great.

Emma takes the card from Jess. Her mouth drops. “Miss Evans, who knew that someone like yourself had it in you to write this down as a dare?” They smile coyly at me.

I stare blankly ahead. So I’ve set myself up for the worst? This is just great. Of course I had to come up with these cards. Of course I had to.

I get up and read card #10. It takes me a couple seconds to blink.


How could I be so stupid? I’m burning these cards.


Never again will I write down truth or dare options.

Never again will I take the opportunity to party plan.

Never again will I BREATHE!

Wear lacey lingerie and walk around Hogwarts.


I’ve tried every possible way to get out of this. But here I am, in Jessica’s lacey underwear. Mind you, I would not have lacey lingerie to wear; I don’t own things such as that.

“It’s actually kinda cold down here,” Emma whispers.

“Um, you’re cold? Really?” I say sarcastically. Hello, I’m barely wearing anything and she’s cold.

She rolls her eyes. “A dare’s a dare, Lily. Just do it.”

We’re hiding behind a pillar in the hallway. I’m so scared. What if I run into a professor?


No. I don’t wanna take this kind of risk. Heaven forbid I do this calmly. I can never do things calmly. I’m surprised Jessica even had underwear like this. I mean it’s not full on lingerie, Jessica’s not of that sort, but it’s one of those wonder-bra lacey things with satin setting that’s supposed to make you feel ‘sexy’. It has no contraptions or snaps to it, no sheer tights with velcro attachments, and nothing that constitutes under the name S.L.A.G. If that was what I had to wear, then I wouldn’t be here right now. I have boundary lines, you know.

If I had the choice I wouldn’t be doing this at all.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bring my camera to Hogwarts. Then I really would have embarrassed you…” Emma says, just to make fun of me.

I put my fingers to my temple and try to ignore her last comment... Alright. It’s not like this is such a big deal. All I have to do is walk around the grounds a couple times and head back to the common room. It’s dark, and only some corridors have torches lit. It’s way passed the midnight mark, so I’m sure no teachers will be around.

Why am I so freaked out?

“You always freak out,” Jessica tells me.

I resist the urge to hit my head against the wall.

“The only reason I freak out is because I have a bad habit of thinking about the worst case scenario and the ‘What Ifs’ of disaster. I take caution.”

"Caution, my arse,” she says, pronouncing ‘arse’ the cute little Jessica way. “Why are you still here?! Go!” She points down the hallway.

“Don’t rush me, Finelly! I have to prepare myself, physically and mentally. It’s too cold to think and my head is going into over drive.”

Jessica sighs. “Stop thinking about what bad things could happen and just do it! Even if you don’t have the confidence, fake it! And when you realize you’re faking that confidence, you won’t care anymore; you’ll be confident on your own and you won’t be pretending much longer. Just try it.”

I steady my breathing.

“I mean, look at me! I was weary about cutting my hair, but your dare made me realize how good I look with shorter hair! I thank you for making me take a risk, now it’s your turn,” Emma tells me. “And besides, you look like a hot mama.”

My eyes bulge out of my head. “Stop it!” I slap her shoulder. This reminds me of the movie John Tucker Must Die. One of the female characters dresses up in sexy undies. At first she doesn’t want to do it, but she puts them on because her friends push her to just try it on. And then she starts to have the confidence to pull it off.

And that’s what I have to do. Try it on.

Actually, I did try it on…And the bra is really kinda tight…

Little man! Out of my head, NOW!

Let me rethink that. I need to try this because… Well, wait. Why DO I need to do this?

“It was written on the card, sweet heart,” Jessica reminds me. “If you can’t do this, what else can’t you do? Remember what you said about me helping you take those risks worth taking? This might or might not be one of them, but you have to find out on your own.”

Emma looks at Jessica blankly. “Er- yeah,” she says.

I don’t move.

“You’re going to have to stop hiding behind this pillar sooner or later. Don’t you wanna get it over with? Take a step!” Emma pushes me forward and I give a little ‘Eep’ sound.

I stare at the darkly lit hallway, where hundreds of students pass by every moment of every day. I start to walk slowly; baby steps might help me get loose. I have to think of something… Some sort of confidence booster. I can’t be afraid of everything I have to do; I feel like a pessimist. Must I always think of the worst? I take deep breaths, stopping ever so often when I hear a creak in the wall, or a howl through the windows.

The floor is cold. Really cold. I’ve made it half way down the corridor-


I rub my head. I think I ran into a suit of armor. I hear giggles behind me.

“Shut your faces, please,” I say loud enough for her to hear me. But Emma and Jess just start whistling. I roll my eyes. They’re doing this just in spite of me in my situation.


I don’t look attractive in this. No. This isn’t my style and it’s very uncomfortable. No wonder Jessica doesn’t wear this. Actually, I think this was the first time she tore off the packaging. She’s never worn this. I don’t mean to say too much, but I just have to let loose with two things- the satin or what ever panties are giving me the biggest wedgies the size of England that anyone’s ever seen and my boobs are looking WAY too perky for my liking… this brassiere has pushed up certain things I never knew I had.

Uncomfortable, yes.

Fun, no.

Usually when those two adjectives come together to form an activity that activity is never carried out. How did I even think of this? Who wears underwear down the hallways of their school?

I am such a weirdo.

Maybe this is an epiphany…?

Could be. This might be the day (technically- very early morning) that I let loose of my inhibitions for just a moment of fun. I could turn this into fun. Look at me- in a figurative sense- I’m not exactly boring; thank my life for that. So if this is what life throws at me, why not make the best of it?

I imagine myself walking down the fashion runway. Yeah, that’s working. I start to strut my stuff, with fake confidence, as Jessica suggested. I could be walking for, I don’t know- maybe Topshop? Marc Jacobs? Chanel? No, I don’t have that much class…

I can see down the runway carpet, and I put a little pep to my step. I imagine some of the people I might see seated on the first row, just like a real fashion show. I guess this whole fake confidence booster actually works. This can be kind of fun, if you think about it. My mind whirls through the different designers and label brands I could be modeling for.

Christian Dior? Prada? Alexander McQueen? Oh, we’re getting expensive…

Hah, as if I could ever be a model. But hey, this is my imagination isn’t it? I could be a doctor if I wanted to! Um, just not at the moment. I don’t wanna perform open heart surgery wearing lingerie.

Gucci? Stella McCartney? Hm… How about Armani Exchange?

Hey, James loves Armani Ex –


I take a moment to blink. “Calm... Stay calm,” I tell myself.

I look straight head, ignoring the chills from the cold floor running up and down my spine. I can do this.

I’m Lily Fucking Evans.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I walk passed a sleeping portrait, slowly, as not to wake the man in the painting. The marble floor splits into carpet; I must be getting near the hallway towards the stairs. I’m the only one in this hallway. And I’m close to being naked.

This is liberating.

I feel free, walking down here, not a care in the world, all my insecurities disguised by the shadows of the night. No one can see me. It’s like this limitless feeling you get when you’re in a dream and everything goes your way. You just needed a push to get there. I haven’t felt this free since the sleepover. And even then, I wasn’t feeling like this!

I can do this.

I’m doing it.

I’m doing it.

I’m hearing voice.


I’m…hearing voices?

I tuck my hair behind my ear to get a better listen to the ruffling sounds coming from the stairs. Before I try to understand what’s going, I see a light. It’s coming from the tip of a wand.

“I cannot believe you made me come with you to the kitchens, Padfoot.”

“….What’s the problem?”

“The problem is your urge for Mexican dishes at the crack of early morning,” James says exasperatedly.

“It’s just a few tacos, Prongs,” Sirius says, licking his lips from the food he had no doubted consumed moments ago.

My entire fashion runway world has crashed down. The epitome of sea level is where my confidence has gone. I wish someone would push me down the stairs, or drug me, or hide me in a closet at this very moment.


My goodness. My goodness.

Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe.

For Merlin’s sake, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!

My eyes are popping out of their sockets, scared of what they’re going to be witnessing soon if I don’t get out of here! Sweet biscuits. What the fuck was I thinking doing this? I completely ignored the fact that one half of the marauders weren’t in their beds. And this is what I get for not being cautious.

I’m hyperventilating, but slowing down my breathing just in case they’ll hear my ragged breaths as I hurriedly creep backwards, away from the stairs. Away from two sixteen year olds wearing nothing but flannel pajama bottoms… From the sleepover… THE SAME PAJAMA BOTTOMS.


I’m going to faint.

Some damn epiphany, let me tell you. How ironic. I’m almost nude, and two guys whom I’d hung by a roof have repeated their outfits for this special occasion. Is this going to start a sort of fucked up tradition?

Possibly the worst night to try on the LIBERATION tiara with pride.

It’s not like this is Jessica’s fault really. Or Emma’s. It was mine. MY DAMN CARDS.

What confidence booster? What strut? What damn freedom?

I was good while it lasted. I’ll give you that.

I CAN’T STAY HERE ANYMORE! Seeing them. So close to me, and them not realizing I’m here. Me. In underwear. James Potter and Sirius Black. As if stealing my intimate apparel wasn’t enough! AHHHH!

Not only would I literally die because of lack of oxygen, but I’d have to live with the fact that they bloody saw me with no clothes on! Have I no decency?!

I’m NOT letting this happen!

Before I know it I’m bolting backwards and quickly turn around, trying to spring towards the other end of the hall.

“Woah, Pad, did you hear that?” I hear in the distance.

Oh. Shit.

“I think I saw something run that way,” James tells Sirius.

I can even imagine their confused faces as their speaking these words right now.

Crazy, huh? Maybe this is what happens BEFORE YOU DIE. Because if I don’t run faster, I’m going to become a lifeless corpse. In a push-up bra.

I turn the corner, and I start to hear fast feet behind me. My blood has turned cold. Just keep sprinting… keep sprinting... in damn lingerie, er… no matter… keep running like a bloody chicken...

They’re not running, but I can tell their speed walking. Dear Merlin, they have a wand. They could shine a light from here to China if they wanted to! Can’t -pant- be -pant- seen.

I see the pillar and I SEE THE LIGHT! Behind me! Not the heavenly kind of light. Have mercy, if I was that blessed. They can’t be that close to me already! At the rate their going I can stop by the pillar for a moment. Just enough for me to tell Emma and Jess to get the hell out of here.

“Abort fucking dare. Abort. I finished half of it- LET’S GO! Run, ladies, RUN!” I scream and whisper at the same time. I take their wrists before they can say a word and I tug at them.

“What?!” Jessica’s bewildered.

“Wait- WHY? Oh, there’s a light!” Emma points.

“Yes. YES. I know. Run!”

Emma, Jessica, and I are running full speed. “I found out where Potter and Black were the whole time they weren’t in their beds.”

Jessica exclaims, “Unbelievable!” She throws her hands in the air. “He was in the kitchens, wasn’t he?!”

“SHUT YOUR TRAP!” I tell her.
I look behind me. Son of a biscuit eating bull dog.

“They’re getting closer, so shut it before they go totally Quidditch on us and run us into the ground,” I seeth.

“I’m so sorry, Lily! I totally ruined this-”

“No! Jessica, stop it. It was not your fault. I’m the one that came up with the concept. All I was doing was following the rules of the game. My responsibility, remember? A dare’s a dare. No matter how bloody twisted the outcome might be.”

Our feet are running just fast enough to dodge the beams of light on the ground coming from James’s wand.

“Hey! We hear you. Who’s there?” James calls out.

I think I’m going to pee my panties.

“Prongs, I think I see something-”

What. Why. Why did he stop talking?

“Er- James. I think- BLOODY HELL! It’s someone in they’re panties!” Sirius exclaims.


Take that dictionary extraordinaires!

I made up a new word to describe what’s going on with my life right now. Very suitable, don’t you think?

Emma flashes me an alarming look, and she stares at me for a while; which means she’s reading the look on my face. Let me sum up that look for you: I. HAVE. THE. BEST. LUCK. IN. THE. WORLD.

I can feel my boobs bouncing from this damn bra and I think to myself, WHY ME?!

Girls’ Night = Destroyed.

I don’t even want to think about classes today. This is possibly the worst morning of all time.

Jessica looks like she’s going to throw up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that kind of face on Jessica before.

“I feel sick.”

“Your ass isn’t even on the line! And you feel sick?!” I whisper, my legs taking me faster.

“I think it was one too many chocolate frogs…”

“Throw up later, not now! For Lily!” Emma almost screams.

I resist the urge to tackle her. “Don’t say my name out loud!”


We’re almost close to the portrait hole. Godric Gryffindor, please, do not let them see my face!

“Wait, hold on!” James calls. No way, James Potter. You’ll have to catch me first.

We abruptly turn left and look for the fat lady. Just a couple more feet…

Emma briskly says the password to the sleepy woman in the portrait. She starts to ask questions but Jessica throws a little fit and gets the door open without an answer to any of the fat lady’s questions. “How rude,” was the last thing we heard as we ran up to our dormitory.

We climb in our beds hurriedly, not caring how many skirts and shoes we tripped over to get into our four-posters. Emma and I are so shell shocked that we stay still under the sheets, just staring at each other. Then, out of nowhere, Jessica bursts out laughing.

“That was SO WICKED!”

And so we laugh, until tears are in our eyes. We laugh until we fall asleep, right there, with what ever clothes we have on..

Wicked risks, eh?

Ohhhhhh. Mannnn.
I am BAD! ;]
I know, I know.
I'm naughty. Here's another picture of Sirius xD

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