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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 18: The Basement


Alright, now - I never really thought this story would go far, and I can't even believe it that I'm already up to the eighteenth chapter of L&B... eighteenth chapter! Sometimes I have to pinch myself to see if I really did write ALL THAT before this chappie; it's amazing when you think about it. When an author creates a story, I think that at one point, they all go through this. But the only reason they DO go through what I'm probably feeling right now is because of YOU. YES, YOU. This chappie is dedicated to everyone who's stuck by me. Every review - every little thing given to me with positive feedback - it's the reason I continued. So don't just tell me that I'm some genius writing this story (i've been getting that alot lately), because you're the one pushing this forward. It's been like that all along, I wrote for you guys :]

And I just wanted to say thank you.

She hyperventilated as she said this so she probably thought I couldn’t hear her; but my ears had already perked up when I heard the first two words stutter out of Jessica Finelly’s mouth. I lift my body from the sofa and adjust how I’m sitting. I feel like a rocket; the way my elbows are up and my hands are propped so I can easily push off… 

If something happened-

“Alrightlemmestartfromthebeginning!” Jessica squeals. Um, HOLD IT. Jess never squeals. Ever!

“Okay, so I was coming back from Transfiguration, and it was such a boring lesson. I like Professor McGonagall and all, but she could have made it a bit more interesting! I mean, I almost started crying-” 

“Focus, Finelly!” I snap abruptly at alarming speed. “Get to it!” 

She looks at me for three seconds, and then begins talking again as if I didn’t just use her last name as a way to push her forward and spill the beans.

“I was walking down the hallway and from the corner of my eye I saw Emma talking to a guy, and I could only see the back of him because he wasn’t facing me, and I knew straight away that it had to be Sirius! Emma was all nervous and the guy was just standing there, nonchalantly crossing his arms. I imagined a smirk appear on his face a couple times. Of course it was Sirius, who else could it have been?”

“Of course it was Sirius,” I say. Jessica and I roll our eyes in unison. 

“Anyway, when I reached the two, and I could finally see them from the side- because I didn’t want to look like a stalker just turning around and putting my head right on top of Emma’s shoulders-”

“Jessica Marie!”

“BUT, ANYWAY! When I could see them from the side, I noticed that Sirius was looking at her with a really funny expression, like he was entertained that she was flailing all over the place and stuttering and throwing arm movements,” she spits in one breath.

Arm movements?! “Oh, Emma…”

Jess takes a breath before she rants out, at a speed like no other, “And so after she spoke, Sirius just kind of nodded his head and just walked away from her! JUST WALKED AWAY! I wanted to KILL him! K-I-L-L, and- yes, I know that you know how to spell ‘kill’, Lily, but I spelled it for you now, so don’t give me that face- Emma was just left there, in complete awe of what she told him. And how he reacted! She couldn’t even register in her mind that he actually walked away before Sirius turned around. Emma was just shocked from what he did that by the time she snapped back to reality and it fully hit her, he ran back up to her. AND THEN GUESS WHAT?!”


“HE RUSHES TOWARDS HER! And the next thing I knew, Sirius had taken his hands and cupped them under Emma’s chin, and kissed her. Right there, in that hallway.” Jessica takes a breather, and falls back on the armchair, crumbling her posture.

“Woah! That’s too cute!” I smile; at least someone’s happy today. “Sirius Black… He’s such a prankster! If a guy walked away from me after I told him something like that…”

“I know! He tricked Emma and me into thinking he didn’t care and walked away… only to come back and smack one on her! It was adorable to witness. I coughed after a minute because, well- it was a long minute and I don’t like staring at people while they snog. So I was grinning from ear to ear and Emma blushed when she saw me. Sirius just smirked and hooked his hands in hers and now I guess they’re a couple.”

“This just happened right now? While coming back from Transfiguration today?” I question.

“Yeah! After the last class of the day, she finally went up and told him how she felt. They walked hand in hand down the hallway but they’re not in here…” She says, taking a couple looks around the common room. It’s crowded today, and our school day ended just a couple minutes ago. We have a lot of Ravenclaws in our common room at the moment. A bit too many, if I say so myself.

Jessica turns back to look at me. “Do you think they went in a room to go snog? After I left them alone I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me, so I’m guessing they went in the opposite direction.”

“Emma? Noooo…” I tell Jessica, emphasizing my ‘no’ in disbelief. “She doesn’t snog in broom closets.”

“I said room,” Jessica corrects.

I purse my lips. “Still. Emma Tebbon isn’t the type to snog in deserted places. Especially with a marauder.”

“Why don’t you start the trend, Lily?” Emma teases with raised eyebrows.

My face is unmoving. “That was so funny. I think I peed a little,” I say in monotone.

Jessica laughs. “Me kidding, me kidding…” She shakes her head, and with one last laugh, instantly becomes serious. She locks eyes with someone behind me.

Jessica Finelly is looking fierce.

“Frank’s just entered the common room, hasn’t he?” I lay my head on a pillow, putting myself in the fetal position. “Gotta go beat up Frank Longbottom, bye,” Jessica scurries to tell me (without taking her eyes off him).

Well, I might be going through a mental limbo, but at least my friends are in high spirits. Emma has Sirius as a boyfriend, Sirius has Emma as a girlfriend, Jessica has Frank to verbally abuse, and Frank has Jessica to… verbally abuse. I frown. All this abuse and I’m the one going crazy.

Two Fourth Years are fighting in front of me, in a dispute about the remote. One’s a Ravenclaw. Figures. They’ve always been the ones to obsess about the History Channel since we’ve gotten plasmas this year. In their quarrel, the remote gets thrown, and it hits me in the face.


I yelp in pain and take a hold of my nose. “Stupid noobs!” I bellow.

They go off running in the opposite direction, and I somehow find myself in possession of the remote. I lie back down on the couch and rub my nose, flipping through the channels. I’m in the mood for intense. I need someone else’s problems to help me get over my mental illness-infused brain, and the pain that’s made my nose start throbbing.

I land on some show called Desperate Housewives. Meh, never heard of it.

Don’t give me that face.

_later in the evening_ 
Jessica and I walk down the corridor. We’re just coming from dinner, and boy, was that grilled chicken salad delicious! I actually ate less tonight, since I noticed my shorts were getting a bit tight around the tummy. Jessica on the other hand, downed an entire calf.

Alright, that was a bit over dramatized, but you know what I mean. She didn’t stop eating after that bowl of ravioli! Jess just kept on filling up her plate, and topped off the end of the night with carrot cake. And this resulted in the stomach ache that she’s been complaining about since we got up from our seats at the Gryffindor table. “I am. Going. To die,” Jessica slowly says to me, taking breaths between her words. She’s rubbing her tummy affectionately. “Oh, why can’t I just eat with out the pain,” she says with sorrow.

“Maybe the pain is a sign. A sign for you to stop eating, obviously,” I chuckle.

“You know what? I’m gonna meet up with you later. I gotta use the bathroom…” I look at Jessica’s retreating figure as she walks down the opposite hallway to find the girls’ lavatory. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I hope she enjoys herself.

I shove my hands in my pockets, and make my way to the common room boringly, taking small steps and counting the marble blocks as I go. Before I’m even half way down the hall, Remus Lupin bumps into me from behind. My eyes give him a questioning glance. He’s looking rushed. And he too- like Frank- seems to have come from the other direction running; his forehead’s a bit sweaty. And there’s an expression in his eyes I just can’t read. He wheezes. 



“I need to show you something…” Remus takes my arms and leads me away from the rows of students trying to get back to their common rooms.

“What’s the big idea?” I ask. There’s supposed to be a Desperate Housewives marathon starting soon! I am not going to miss that!

He leads me down one corridor and up the next, and we go up some stairs before he halts.

“Yeah?” I question, a bit pissed off. Don’t frickin’ lead me to another floor after dinner without telling me where we’re going and expect me to be all excited. “Now what?”

Remus Lupin opens a door. Woah, I’m pretty sure that door was not there a minute ago.

“Don’t hate me for this, Lily. But I need to see something. I have to know-”

“What the bloody hell are you babbling about?”

“I just need to experiment with something!” He screams out of no where. He’s huffing and puffing and I can tell he’s stressed out. My neck snaps back and I lean my body away from him.

“WELL, THEN,” I say, flabbergasted. I twist from his grasp on my arm and cross my own arms. “Don’t get your thong all twisted, Remus.” But Remus doesn’t seem to hear me. It looks as if he’s deeply thinking about something that makes him wanna cry.

He covers his face with his hands. “Oh, God. How did I ever get to this point?” he mumbles.

I blink a couple times. “Why are you so- Remus did you get someone pregnant!?” I shout.

“No, you idiot!” Remus responds, after he takes a couple seconds to register what I’ve asked him.

“Well, what is it then? What do you have to show me?”

He scratches the back of his head nervously and tries not to look me in the eye. “Er- I, uh… It’s more like something you have to show me,” Remus says as quietly as possible.

I squint. “Wait, I didn’t hear you…?” Is he making any sense at all? I can barely hear him!

Before I know it, Remus opens the door (which I swear was NOT THERE before!) and shoves me inside quickly. He’s just propelled me in an open room! What am I, a doggy toy? I don’t even know where the hell I am!

I balance myself and try not to trip from his forceful shove, as I try to gather my surroundings. It’s a dark, humid room. Almost like a small basement. And if I stay in here anymore, I’m not going to be able to stand it unless I take off my hoodie; there aren’t any windows for fresh air. I remember Remus describing that he had a basement like this at his Grandma’s house before... “Remus, what is this place-” I start, but I never get to finish. Remus shuts the door closed.


“Open this damn door!” I shout, trying to turn the knob.

“I’m sorry, Lily!” I hear Remus say. He’s locked the door.


I try giving him death threats, but it’s no use. I can hear his foot steps moving away from the door. Remus Lupin has some nerve locking me in a basement, or room, or what ever it is. I feel like throwing my fist in the air and proclaiming insults about his mother and family. And I would have had the chance to yell out ‘Your mom! And your dad! What the heck, and your cousin too! Throw in that little pet goat, as well!’ to him if he just could have stayed for a bit more.

I have to do something… the door is disappearing! Yeah, I know. Give it to Hogwarts for having disappearing doors in random rooms. But instead of thinking about another threat I could catch his attention with, realization hits me as I stare at the blank wall, with no door in sight.

I don’t have my wand!

What was I doing to do!? How long was I supposed to be in here!? There’s no doubt he’s charmed the door to disappear and reappear, Remus isn’t stupid. There’s no non-magical way out! Was he going to come back and let me out before Desperate Housewives was back on!?

“Well,” I hear from behind me. My back stiffens. The green eyes that are attached to my head feel like they are being ripped out, because of the force I’m pushing on them to bulge out of my head. I know that voice from anywhere. I turn around the dark room, and from the wall, I see him flip the light switch. His arms are crossed as he’s leaning against the gray wall, and it looks like he didn’t shave this morning. I mean, James Potter doesn’t have a beard, but he has some teenage boy facial hair thing going on. And I hadn’t seen him all day. I didn’t have Muggle Studies today, and any other classes I had with him, I guess he skipped- because he wasn’t there.

This makes him look a bit husky, the way the light’s hitting him.

“Remus is a charmer, isn’t he?” He asks rhetorically, peering up through his messy hair at me. His face is a mix between that marauder smile and his traditional smirk, with an amused- but surprised- glimmer in his eyes.



“Did you plan this?!” I ask, slowly getting more and more furious by the minute. Remus is such a little bitch for locking me in a room with James.

“Oh, yes. I planned getting pummeled to the ground like an American football star by Moony and slapped across the face as he blindfolded me, dragging me by my hair inside the Room of Requirement,” he replies sardonically, shifting his weight.

I quirk my eyebrows. “The Room of Requirement?”

“Have you honestly never heard of this room? People have been searching for the location of the Room of Requirement all around the castle for years, and you’ve never even heard the name?”

“I’m sorry, I tend to be too busy to hear about lost rooms in Hogwarts; what, with all the party hopping and drunken festivities I attend…”

I can tell he’s struggling from keeping his eyes from rotating to a complete 360°.

“Let’s just say that we’re standing in a somewhat historical landmark,” he reasons.

“Historical landmarks in Hogwarts. Original.”

“Stop trying to start a row with me, Evans. We’ve been stuck in here only fifteen minutes and you’re already picking a fight.”

I wander around the room, walking the farthest direction from him while doing so, taking in my surroundings. The light doesn’t shine too far. The center of the room is the brightest, and the light kind of glimmers all the way to the back wall. Was this a sort of spare room that people used for storage or something?

“The room changes to what ever you need it to be. The door appears when you think about it,” James tells me, reading my face.

My head turns back to him. “Really?”

“Yep. If you needed to calm down and go to sleep all of a sudden, and you walked in front of the door while thinking about it, the door would appear and lead you to a room with a bed. It’s all about what you visualize in your mind, and the room manifests itself for your needs.”


“You have no idea.”

I watch James intently.

Wow, it is getting immensely hot in here, for real. Is it just me? James seems to not be affected by it, because he looks comfortable-

“Damn, it could not get any hotter in here,” James says out of no where, taking his blue shirt off, exposing his white beater.


“Why would Remus do this?!” I burst out, trying not to get distracted by his broad shoulders.

“I have no idea, honestly. I’m actually quite curious to why he’d go to all this trouble to get you and me in his Grandmother’s basement,” he shrugs.

I knew it!

“He visualized his Grandma’s basement to put us it, didn’t he?” I ask disbelievingly.

So this is like an exact replica of the basement.
His Grandma’s basement.
That he’s used as my death trap.

“Calm down. You make us sound hostages,” James says, taking a seat on the hard floor. That’s exactly what I feel like- a hostage!

“What are you doing?” I say to his sitting figure.

“Well, I don’t have my wand- and you surely don’t have your wand, because you would have hexed me already if you did- and I have the feeling that we’re going to be here for a while, so I might as well get comfortable. And, Mooney’s Gran doesn’t have chairs in her basement.”

Stab me.
No, really.
In the heart.
A stake through the chest.
A tsunami slam in the ass.
Anything, I’ll take anything!

“How long are we going to be in here?” My voice is alarming, getting squeakier with every word I speak.

“Uh, how the hell should I know? I can’t even tell how it is outside, because there aren’t any windows. There isn’t a clock in here anywhere, so neither of us is going to be able to track the time as it passes,” James says with annoyance.

“Annoyed about something, Potter?”

He raises his eyebrows, probably surprised that I caught the annoyance in his statement.


“Well, what?”

“I kind of had plans for tonight.”

Yes. Me too. I’m missing an amazing marathon about housewives who kill their husbands and cheat on their spouses with beautiful men.

“What, going to go rough housing under your invisibility cloak?”

James Potter’s face becomes serious in a matter of seconds. He looks almost troubled.

I find his expression immensely satisfying.

“Thought I forgot about that, did you?” I remind him.

“You didn’t tell anyone?”

Funny, he’s telling me this as if he’s making things clear- not as a question.

“No, I didn’t. And I won’t. That’s one thing you marauders have on me. I’m good at keeping secrets sometimes.”

“I can keep secrets, too,” he smirks. Freaking guacamole! James is thinking about me in my underwear, I just know it.

I pretend I don’t hear him. “Besides, if I told the professors about it, you’d all go defending yourselves and ratting me out as well, considering I was involved that one time.” I take a seat on the ground and lean my back against the wall, facing James a couple yards away.

“That’s true,” he almost smiles. “Glad to know you’re thinking like a marauder.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I reply.

Alright, now I am sweating profusely. There has GOT to be a fan or something…

I take a big breath and pull my hair back in a ponytail.

James reads my face again. “Try to deal with it, because Moony’s Gran has never really invested in air conditioning.”

“Stop reading my faces,” I snap. James used to do that a lot when we were kids. For a split moment I think about our childhood. And just like that, it snaps out of my head.

“It’s not my fault you show yourself like an open book,” he responds quickly. And now I’m thinking about how I basically showed James what I looked like with lingerie on. I frown.

“I don’t know how you’re not twitching under that zip up sweatshirt,” he comments.

“That’s my concern, not yours,” I correct. 

There is no way I’m taking off my hoodie. NO! I won’t do it. If anything, I’d put more clothes on. James saw me in my comfortable short shorts pajama bottoms at the sleep over, and he saw me wearing nothing but a bra and panties while I was running like freak in the hallway. And even worse- we used to take baths together when we were babies! He’s seen enough of me already. I’m not exposing myself in front of him anymore.

“You’re going to regret it later,” James says, wiping the sweat off the back of his neck.

“I don’t care.”

He smirks. “Okay.” I ignore his smirk and continue.

“Why are you so calm? Am I the only one who seems to be a bit freaked out about this? I dunno about you, but I want to leave.”

“I’m calm because I realized before that there was no use trying to get out. Remus has us trapped. So you might a well make the best of it; that’s my theory. So suck it up, Evans.”

He’s smiling.

I’m not.

“There’s nothing here to make the best of,” I retort.

“You say that now.”

I narrow my eyes; my only weapon at the moment.

“But, you’re kind of right,” James adds. “There’s nothing to work with to make the situation better. Especially in this basement. It’s getting hotter and humid by the minute, and the only thing close to furniture is that desk over there.” James points to the oak desk down a couple shelves from us.

What he’s saying is true, though. There are a million shelf stands and broken tables everywhere, and the only thing that isn’t a complete wreck is the said desk he’s referring to.

“If we fall asleep or get tired, we’re gonna have to use the ground as a lounge. And we can’t do anything about going to the bathroom; we’ll have to hold it until Remus comes back,” James finishes.

“This sucks big orange popsicles,” I conclude. Oops, did I say that out loud?!

He laughs.

“Why don’t we do something to pass the time?” James suggests.

“Obviously, Remus is planning something for us. I doubt he locked us in here so we could play 21 questions for the next hour.” Or did he?

“Fine. What do you plan on doing until we leave?”

I have no idea.

“I have no idea,” I say.

“Come on, this is so boring.” He stretches his arms out and I can see his developed muscles, thanks to the many years of Quidditch. I tear my eyes away, and try to find something interesting to stare at.

“I can’t find any explanation to why you are always so flexible at every single turn of unexpected events. You seem to not care when things go awry,” I mumble. He gazes at me, tilting his head.

“Things change. All the time. I take what life throws at me with open arms,” he says simply. Oh, the irony.

It’s silent for a while and I start to pant, pushing the loose hairs away from my face. I can feel the heat almost burn under my hoodie. I want to claw at the walls.

“I told you,” he taunts. “Stop that,” I glare. “Stop analyzing me.”

“I’m not analyzing anything.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”



I huff. “Just because you notice things about me, doesn’t give you the right t think about what I’m thinking.”

He chuckles. “…What?” My face is a bit flushed now.

“Evans, that made almost no sense!” he laughs, lying down on the ground with a soft pat. James rubs his stomach as he giggles.

Stupid giggles. They need to die.

“Shut up,” I tell him.

James stops giggling almost immediately. “Make me.” His face is filled with such interest.

James gets up and brushes off his backside. “Let’s rummage through the Lupin Family’s history.” He walks over to the dozens of shelf stands, skimming the boxes that are taking up every space on the wooden shelves.

“Those are personal, Potter! Mind your own business.” I, too, stand up and brush off the dust from my butt. I try to ignore the sweat I can feel running down the back of my legs.

“It’s not like I’m some no good stranger. Besides, these things aren’t real. They’ll disappear as soon as we leave this room, so it’s not as if I’m really snooping, because we’re not really in his grandmother’s basement.”

“So? It doesn’t make it any better,” I say in defeat.

James rolls his eyes. “I’m just skimming for something entertaining. I suggest you do the same, before your eyeballs roll to the back of your head from boredom.” James is now opening a cardboard box labeled ‘Summer ‘89’.

I guess it couldn’t hurt to just look around, right?

I skip passed a couple broken tables and shelves. There’s one pink plastic container that catches my attention. I open it slowly, and find a set of arranged perfumes.

“Oh,” I say in wonder. I think these are his granny’s old presumes because all these scents are at least twenty years old. Wow, old school perfumes! Who would have thought she was a fan of Chanel in the eighties? My fingers touch the lids with caution. These must be expensive.

“Look!” I hear James call. I turn around and see him peering in between two shelves. He’s wearing the most obnoxious neon green sunglasses I’ve ever seen. A laugh escapes my lips as I stare at the bright fake-diamond encrusted rims.

“No wonder you’re such a ladies’ man,” I say sarcastically.

“It’s these mac daddy shades, dog.”

I close my eyes and try not to giggle. I turn back to the perfume box. These beautiful scents, they’re so…vintage.

I can’t help myself from taking one out of the container. I examine it; on the lid, in gold décor, Amore – Lust #5 is imprinted. My eyes dance as I take off the lid and put a few sprits on my neck. It smells like roses and chocolate, in a peachy blend, mixed with cranberries and a hint of coconut.

DAMN. This perfume is intense. I cough a bit as I try to read the back of the bottle. But, I can’t- it’s all in Italian. Hm, there’s the seal of approval by the Witch’s Association, of Profumeria Co., Venice, Italy.

Woah, they stopped making perfumes in Venice for the Witch’s Association in the middle of the eighties! They were banned in 37 countries, except England, I think. Something about an illegal ingredient…

Oh, now the scent is up my nasal passages! Crap. I totally forgot we were stuck in an inferno. The warm air’s making the scent stronger than it already is-

My mind’s just gone blank.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, I can feel the scent of Amore – Lust #5 seeping into my brain and lungs; it feels like I have no control over my body, almost!

Uh, what’s going on?!

What is in this perfume?!

I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe, and the temperature in the room has now sky rocketed. I start gasping. I try to walk away from the shelf slowly, dropping the bottle back in the pink container. I bump into James from behind, and he takes a hold of my shoulders.

“You okay? I heard you breathing kinda weird, Lily-”

He stops talking. And it takes my mind a couple seconds to realize I had put one finger slowly on top of James Potter’s lips, silencing him. I hear his breath catch in his throat . There’s this whispering sound…almost- as James slowly closes his eyes and his breath catches in his throat again. I dunno if my eyes are playing trick on me, but I see this mix of pink and white smoke swirling up his nose. The scent is so intoxicating that I almost forget where we are.

I get stuck staring at James’s hazel eyes. Is this really happening? Has something come over me? Because all I can think about is the feeling of his touch; his hands roughly positioned on my shoulders. His hands feel like burning irons and I can feel it all the way to my bones. I can’t stand it anymore. The fire tickling me under my sweat, and trickling down my neck. And that’s when it hits me.

The manly smell of James Potter’s Axe body cologne radiating off his chest.

Everything is in slow motion now. Every heart beat, every breath, every blink of the eye; I can hear it all. 


His hands slide down my shoulders, traveling to the sides of body slowly, and stop at my hips. We’re both breathing hard- as if every time we inhale, the wind gets knocked out of us. I’m momentarily paralyzed and my mind is screaming in protest.

But I feel like my brain is all fluffy and float-y. Like it’s taken a swim in the ocean. So relaxing...

My hands, which have been cradled around his shoulders this entire time, are now sliding down his back. I let my fingers linger on his skin before I continue to graze down the length of his white beater. He shudders a bit at my touch. Is it because he doesn’t know what’s going on, or because this is really me and him doing this?

I doubt our minds (his and mine) realize what’s going on, so probably the former. Wait, what about the little man in my head? Is he taking a swim too…?

When I finally reach the waistband of his jeans, I put my fingers thought his belt loops and rest them there. “Lily. What’s going on…?” James croaks. He is still breathing heavily; and so am I. This feeling, not having enough oxygen in your lungs, it burns.

“I don’t know,” I tell him. But it doesn’t feel like me. It doesn’t sound like me. I feel the pain in my nose and lungs, but my mind- my mind feels like it’s in heaven. Some sort of oasis. I feel so detached from my body, that every thought I try to form turns to liquid. There is only one thing on my mind and only one thing important to me right now. And I’m looking straight at him.

My heart’s beating a mile a minute and we both lean in; our faces looking at each other as if in deep concentration. Every so often, we pause and look at each other, just to make sure the other is still there. By the time there’s only an inch apart from our lips, we’ve already closed the gap.

I feel his lips slowly; every centimeter it took for his mouth to fully be on mine.

James Potter’s lips were warm and almost welcoming. You know that feeling, when it’s the first day of summer, and as soon as you open the door to the outside you feel the sun’s rays captivate you, and you can do nothing but close your eyes, tilt your head upward, and smile inwardly as you enjoy the warmth?

This is exactly what that feels like.

He tugs at my waist, bringing me closer to him. We part, and take another burning breath, and I can hear his heart pounding in my ears. I look at him and he looks at me, as we rest our foreheads together. I wonder… Does he hear how hard my heart is beating, too? James is breathing through his nose, trying to slow down his heart rate, but it’s not working. I almost smile at this.

All of a sudden, James puts his hands on a lower position on my body and lifts me up in a scruffy manner, knocking my hooked finger our of his belt loops. Loving the fact that he’s taken the initiative, I take his face fully into my hands, and forcefully start kissing him. His one hand stays where it is, holding me up. The other is caressing my back.

James stumbles back, a bit surprised by the force of my kiss. My thumbs caress his jaw line and he pulls back after a while to look me fully in the face. His hands are holding me up as my legs are wrapped around him. He moves forward all the way in the back of the room, as I resume kissing him. He leads us over to the oak desk in the center of the shelves and plops me down on it. James takes his hands and puts them on my neck, and in my hair. In one fluid motion, he slides the hair band out of my hair, throwing it behind him.

Our faces are sweating, but it’s not as if we can tell, nor would we care. Our mouths are glued together. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my back, cupping my face. My hands are everywhere, too. On his waist, around his neck, tangled in his hair. With my long hair flowing freely I get the urge to do something unthinkable.

I unzip my hoodie.

I rip if off my sleeves in a rush and toss it out of our way. I’m only in my tank top now. Oh, how wonderful it feels now, with out that thick hoodie…

But it’s getting hotter.

I can feel the dampness on his back. Before we part again for air, I take a hold of his white beater and grab enough of it, about a handful, to pull off. James grunts and helps me as we take it off. My hands marvel about his chest, and wander down his perfect stomach. I try to take in as much as I can. I look at his bare chest as he kisses my neck and I can’t help but notice how beautiful it is. I can now say that James Potter is no boy. He is a man. Built tough to play hard; that’s what the girl’s would say about him when they saw James on the Quidditch Pitch.

I look at his torso, and how manly he’s becoming. James has an amazing body.

He lifts his head up and takes my face in his hands and says, “Lily, I love-”

But then it stops. Everything stops.
The wind is almost knocked out of me.

I can no longer hear his heart beat.
I can no longer feel the burning in my lungs.
I cannot see anything but him in front of me.

James Potter.

The Last Marauder =]