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Bragging Rights by EllaMennowPea

Format: Novel
Chapters: 29
Word Count: 51,395

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Lily, James
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/17/2008
Last Chapter: 04/03/2010
Last Updated: 11/14/2010

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It started from a breakup and will end with one. 
They must snag the four boys. 
And the girl who finishes first gets the bragging rights. 
Everything was accounted for. 
Except love.

Chapter 5: Chapter Five. Lily.

Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to ItalianKiss. I hope it's long enough for you ;)

Over the course of a week, it was easy to convince anyone of anything. I convinced my parents that Hogwarts was a real place in under a week. I convinced my sister that I was a natural born freak in just four days. I convinced Camilla that she was better as a brunette in two minutes. I’m good at deceiving, a talent I was born with, I suppose. But for some stupid, inconceivable reason I was having an immense amount of difficulty convincing Mute that I was mentally stable enough to perform this task.

It’s not like she’s any more sane than I am, so I don’t know why she bothers to analyze everything that I do. I mean, I practically live in the city of Sane. I’m the mayor! And I’m pretty sure I just convinced you that I’m abnormally insane.

“Lily, I just think that maybe this isn’t the best idea for you,” She was saying. I rolled my eyes and plopped down upon my big comforter that covered my four-poster bed. The hallway between the common room and the dormitory was filled with the echoes of the merriment happening downstairs. Mute sat down on her own bed, pulling a goose feather pillow to her chest.

“Look who’s talking, Mute,” I snapped. Ever since I’d signed that contract, life had become fused by this little experiment. Quite frankly, I was tired of having to pretend that I was concerned about James’s well-being. “Look, no one is going to get hurt but him.”

“But do you realize how you’re going to feel after you tear up his heart? Lily, Camilla can’t get into your head too! You’re not as nasty as she is!” Her voice rang through the dormitory, coating all the surfaces. “Don’t become her.”

“Calm down, gosh. Maybe I am as vile as her?” I spat back. Camilla wasn’t on the defensive when she heard this.

“I’m trying to sleep. Can you please lower your voices?” She called with a harsh tone. Elsie was lightly snoring on the other side of me, in her own comfy bed. It was late at night, but almost all the rest of our dorm mates were downstairs with guys.

“Sorry, Cam,” Mute shrugged.


“Lily, at least think about him, and what you’re doing to him.” Mute sighed and walked downstairs, probably to try and get a few minutes with Remus before she had to go to bed as well. They’d become quite the pair, talking for hours at a time, sending secret smiles over at each other, and once I caught them just standing across from each other in a corridor, just looking at each other’s eyes and smiling fondly. It was sickening.

“Lil,” Camilla’s voice rang out. I hopped slowly from my bed and walked to hers, curling around one of her bed posts. “Mute’s right.”

“Excuse me?”
“Look, James is a real person. He has feelings. I may be the devil incarnate, but you aren’t. You’re one of the sweetest people I know, just not to him.”

“He curses innocent people, makes fun of Severus!” I shouted. “And all without giving one single thought to how they feel! Why should I care what he feels, if he has no respect for his victim’s thoughts?”

“Lily, have you ever considered the possibility that this whole tough guy, school bully act is all just to impress you?” She mumbled. I could tell that the sleep was wearing down on her. She turned around and curled up in a ball, looking the most vulnerable I’d ever seen her. I was trying to think about what she said, ignoring the logic of it.

I walked blindly back to my own bed in the dark, the room dimly illuminated by the furnace, but still too dark to distinguish anything but shapes. When I reached my bed, I pushed myself under the comforter and sighed. Maybe James wasn’t so bad? I mean, if he did all this just to impress…me, it is kind of romantic…kind of. The only reason I was doing this stupid dare was because he annoyed me, and I wanted to hurt his feelings. How immature.

I stood, in my pajamas, and walked to the door. As quietly as possible, so Camilla wouldn’t hear me. Students were dancing and snogging and drinking in the common room. When did this happen?

I suppose this is the kind of scene you miss when you’re a ‘prude’ like Lily Evans…

“Lily!” Two girls rushed over to me. I smiled, feeling a tad bit wonky. I was in my pajama bottoms and a tank top, without bra, and they were dressed for a royal affair. Was it really this exclusive? Gosh, I must look ridiculous.

“Hi Molly, Trisha!” I greeted, flashing a smile that I’d tried with my dad and got me a new puppy. They smiled back, just as brightly. I wondered if they were thinking malicious thoughts about me, about the way I looked. I brushed the thought off, thinking it stupid to be so concerned about what others thought.

“Did you not know about the party?” Trisha grinned. She spoke with her words slightly slurred, and I knew she was drunk from the moment she opened her mouth. I could smell the cheap alcohol on her breath.

“No, I knew. I just didn’t think it so crucial to dress for it. Besides, this is against…I mean,” I was about to scold them for disobeying the clear and binding school regulations, but then I had a flash of James’s face in my mind. As if my telling these girls off would completely ruin this dare. Don’t ask me why, but I changed my tune immediately. “Where’s the firewhiskey?”

“Over by that table,” Molly was pointing. I followed her finger to the nook right beside the giant stone fireplace. “You see? Last time we were there…what’s his name was serving…”

She trailed off, smiling with a drunken grin. Envy struck inside of me like a rod and I felt the urge to imitate her actions; to be as free and careless as Molly Salvatore. I beamed over my shoulder at the pair of teenage girls as I made my way carefully over to the table where bottles upon bottles of rum lay, waiting to be consumed.

Peter Pettigrew was sitting in a wooden rocking chair just behind this magnificent display, his eyes wide at the sight of me. He asked with disbelief, “You want a drink?”

“Yes. Two please, for me and a friend.” I lied. I planned to drink both and afterwards, perhaps get some more. The more alcohol, the better. I’d never actually drank real firewhiskey before, but I’d seen Elsie and Camilla swig back quite the cornucopia of beverages in their times. Mostly after a rough breakup, failed exam, or just the not so occasional boredom the seeped into us after the first few weeks of classes, Elsie would indulge. Camilla would be drinking whenever, I didn’t always know why. Mute and I never cosseted, choosing to just amuse the inebriate, whoever it might be.

Peter handed me two bottles, smirking slightly at my hesitation. I took a quick gulp right in front of him, just to show off a little. The surprise was on me though, as I’d never tasted alcohol before, and as such was not accustomed to the ache that was in my throat, the burning on my larynx. I coughed a lot, but managed to earn only the tiniest bit of attention; someone new wanted a drink. Thank Merlin.

Mute was sitting with Remus in the corner, just talking. They seemed very in control of themselves. Envy—that blasted emotion—once more took me. I sauntered to the nearest chair and set one bottle down on the table while sipping on the other. Should I just tell Camilla that this entire dare is off? I mean, I haven’t even spoken to James. Then again, I probably wouldn’t need to. That’s when I hatched the evil plan that would spell downfall and ruin, in my eyes anyway.

James was sitting with Molly on the giant red couch in the center of the room, right in front of the fireplace. An ideal location, an attractive guy, and a disturbance in said plan. Molly…

I chugged down the rest of the bottle, starting on the next almost immediately. My brain was starting to feel a bit fuzzy…no my eyes. No…definitely my brain! I noticed another bottle sitting on the table, right next to where the one I was currently consuming had been. It was half full—I’m an optimist—and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste!

So the two and a half firewhiskey bottles that I drank were the root, if you ask me. They were the reason that I catapulted from the table over to the big red couch, right beside James, and in front of Molly.

“Hi, James.” The black haired guy’s eyes ran from my bloodshot eyes, down to my mouth, slowly down the rest of me. I ate the attention up. “You looked lonely, I thought that I’d come see you.”

“James wasn't lonely; he was talking to me!” Molly shouted from behind me. I paid no attention, scooting just a bit closer to the object of my desire at this given moment. The faster I hooked him, the faster I could just sleep with him, and therefore win this stupid dare.

“Er…Hullo Lily,” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. I found the action adorable, feeling the urge to do it myself. So I did. As my hand passed through his hair, onto the back of his neck, I paused. So close…

I began to lean in, smiling in spite of myself. James leaned in. We were two inches apart! And then, he stopped.

“Perhaps we should save this for another night?”

“No,” I cried. “No, no. I know everything’s going to be alright!”

I kept my hand on the nape of his neck, scooting even closer. I heard a huff behind me and the pressure of the seat cushion rise; Molly was no longer here. This meant more space and freedom with James.

We continued to lean in, my vision slightly blurry because of the firewhiskey. James reached a hand and put it on my shoulder, his other hand resting upon my cheek. As our lips met, I felt a release. We molded together as briskly as possible, his body fitting into the areas mine left vacant, and mine doing the same. We were snogging like our lives depended on it; it was actually a bit pathetic.

He stroked my cheekbone with his thumb, the rest of his hand tangling itself into my hair. I’d have a difficult time combing that out later…

We broke apart for air. He seemed so eager to continue, that I felt a rush and a small pain in my lungs. He pulled me back to him. James’ hands were everywhere that was seemingly appropriate in public. His arm was wrapped firmly around me, pushing me to him by the small of my back. I felt a small noise escape from my throat, and I blushed.
He grunted. Somehow amongst all this, I forgot it was James and seemingly realized it was James. We broke apart once more, his eyes opening. I saw them, the light hazel darkened.

“We have to stop this,” He said evenly. We were still embracing, but something was missing now. The urgency was replaced by common sense. “You’re drunk off your wits and I’m taking advantage of you. I’m sorry…”

“No, no. I like being taken of advantage of of…” I was way too drunk to be speaking.

“C’mon, Lily. I’ll tuck you into bed.”

He held me up by supporting me with my arm around his shoulders. I sighed and rolled my eyes as we exited the party. A few people looked at us bemused and flabbergasted—seemingly polar opposites…together?

The stairs were no trouble for James. To this day, I’m still not sure how he managed to get me into my bed; all I know is that he did. He pushed me into the blankets, which at first were cold but soon became warmer. He used the sides of his hands to push the covers to me, forcing me into a little cocoon of cotton. He kissed my forehead and grinned in a somehow sheepish manner.

“I waited for so long, and then when you finally kiss me—you’re drunk.” He laughed to himself. At the time, I’d been far too drunk to form complete sentences. “Good night, Lily Evans…”

This is by no means supposed to be promoting alcohol. I know you probably weren't thinking that, but I just thought I'd make that clear.
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Preview of Chapter Six:

I looked into Remus's eyes and somehow saw a kindness that I hadn't anticipated. I knew then that he couldn't hurt me, even if he wanted to. Now, as much as I yearned to turn away and let my face flush from the intensity, but instead I was entraced further by this realization.
I cared for him much more than I should. He smirked suddenly, started to lean towards me. I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. But he didn't kiss me. No, instead, suddenly we were in darkness.