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Summary: Lily Evans was never paid heed to be the Marauders. Why should this year be any different? But there is one difference in this year; the six years are assigned to be a job shadow for two months. Lily Evans is assigned to be a Medi-witch. James falls off his broom and has to spend a few weeks in the hospital wing. Rated R for language and sex. R/R!!!




Chapter Four: Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Promise to Repeat


“I’m fucking bored!” James groaned for the fifth time.

I rolled my eyes. It was a Saturday. A Hogsmeade Saturday to be exact. Yet, I’m stuck in this stuffy old room with icky James Potter.

Well...It wasn’t like I didn’t have a choice. I could have left, but Madame Portly asked me to stay while she was doing some work, and in return I could have some extra credit. Sure, I stayed. I figured if nothing else I could earn back some points with her for being late countless times.

A timer started going off. Madame Portly had just recently discovered if I wetted James head with her potion every 15 minutes it reduced his black outs. Of course he still had them. I walked over, pre-wetted cloth and then back to James’s bedside.

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how they expected me to have good hair if this keeps up.”

I sighed, “Your hair already sticks up all over the place.”

He pouted, “So.”

I continued to wet his head for another few minutes. He finally pushed my hand away, but not before taking the cloth. He chucked it a cross the room.

“Potter!” I groaned. I was going to have to go pick that up later. And cleaned up the mess it made.

“Play a game with me.” I tried to stand up but James had a hold of my hand and pulled me back down.

“What? No. We are much too old to play games.”

James looked shocked, “That’s your problem.” He confirmed.

I frowned, “I wasn’t aware I had a problem.”

“Ah, but you do. You don’t know how to have fun.” What did he know? I knew how to have fun. I just did it in my own way. Reading, studying, not talking to people, those were fun things.

“Please...Evans.” James pouted his luscious lips. Whoa...wait...James? Luscious lips? Psh...No way!

“Just one game.” He wined. Well...what could one simple game hurt? He couldn’t do much considering he was confined to the bed.

I sighed in defeat, “Ok...One game.”

James grinned, a boyish grin. It made me feel rather good that I could cause him to grin like that. “The name of the game is Truth or Dare.”

My eyes widened, “but isn’t that...” I paused to swallow hard, “Isn’t that a muggle game?”

James nodded, “Muggles teenagers come up with great games. If they only had the possible dares we have as wizards....”

James rambled on but I wasn’t paying attention. Something else had caught my eye. He was still holding my hand. Rather tightly I might add.

What does that mean? What does it mean when a boy holds your hand? Does he it mean he likes you? No! James hates my guts. Well...maybe not hates, but he sure doesn’t like me. Oh god, What if my hand is sweating?!

James pulled my hand up to his face lifting my gaze with it. “So The Marauders decided to make it: Truth, Dare, or Hexed.”

I swallowed hard, “Oh you guys sure know how to have fun.”

“Lily...Sarcastic remarks don’t suite you.”

“I like being sarcastic.” James let go of my hand taking away a lot of stress.

“Well...sarcastic remarks don’t suite a pretty face.” I blushed and looked away hoping he couldn’t see it.

“Neither does blushes.” Damn him.

I narrowed my eyes, “Let’s just play.”

He shrugged, “Truth, Dare, or Get hexed?” Oh gee, let me choose get hexed.

I bit my lip, “Truth.”

James smirked, “Is it true you are a virgin?”

I smiled, “Of course.”

I was proud that I wasn’t some mindless slut. James nodded. It rather dumb of him to ask that question. Wait....What if I come of as the type of girl to do that stuff? Oh god, I hope not. I pushed my thoughts aside and tried to concentrate on the game. “Truth, Dare, or Get hexed?”

James grinned, “Truth, of course.”

“Of course.” I mocked making him stop grinning. “Um....is it true you’re a virgin?”

James rolled his eyes at me re-using his question. “Nope.”

My eyes widened, “Who with?”

He smirked. An annoying type of smirk that belonged on the chestier cat on Alice in Wonderland. “Only one question per turn.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine. Dare.”

James’s smirk grew into a full on grin making me instantly regret choosing dare. “I dare you to strip and pleasure yourself in front of me.”

My eyes widened in complete shock, “James!”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Do it or get hexed.”

I glared, “Potter.” I said in my warning voice hoping to get it through his head neither of those was going to happen.

He sighed, “Fine! I’ll go easy on you. You just have to take off your shirt.”

I narrowed my eyes, “Why?”

James groaned, “God, Evans. It’s just a freaking dare! Besides....If I am going to be stuck in this room I might as well have something to look at.” I blushed deeply.

Potter rolled his eyes, “Your hair matches your skin color. “ He reached for his wand. My eyes widened with fear.

“W-What are you going to do?” Hex me, duh. Or threaten to until I am stripped of my shirt.

“Well, it’s obvious you aren’t going to do this...so I’m going to hex you.”

I jumped up from the bed, “Like hell you are!” I immediately threw my blue shirt over my head, and it dropped to the ground. I must admit I expected some type of teasing. Some sort of jokes about me being flat chested or even my bra being an ugly color (light light pink), but I did not expect him to get nervous.

That’s right ladies and gentlemen. James Potter flushed! A deep red! This was definitely drastic twist in the game. “James?” I asked bring him out of his trance.

He blushed more, “Right...I...uh......Dare.”

I grinned. Was he really that naive? He was going to give me the chance at getting back at him. I took a minute to think his dare over. I knew he was expecting me to dare him to strip or do the same as he had me, but I needed something better. Something that would teach James that playing truth or dare with me wasn’t as fun as he thought it would be. I looked out the window.

Suddenly an idea hit me. “I dare you to go trash the entrance to the Slytherin Common room.”

James’s eyes widened, “What? How? I can’t even leave the bed!”

I sighed, “I’ll wet your head one more time before we leave. Look, you’ve been a good thirty minutes without passing out.”

James nodded and jumped up, “Let’s do it.” I wetted his head with the last of the potion before going to put my shirt back on.

“Accio” A voice commanded from behind me. I watched my blue shirt sail into the hands of James Potter. “I didn’t say you could put it back on.” Ugh, and I was expected to go around shirtless?!

“I can’t walk around like this.”

“It was a dare, Evans. You have to or get hexed.” He reminded me pointing his wand toward my nose.

“But leaving this room was not part of the dare!” I growled trying to reach for my shirt, but he moved it out of my reach. Sometimes it sucks being shorter than a guy.

“Well...it is now, or do I need to hex you.”

“Fine!” I huffed and turned to leave quickly. Most of the students were at Hogsmeade anyways. No one would see me.....at least.....I hope not.

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On the way to the dungeons we had stopped by to get some shaving cream and toilet paper from the prefect’s bathrooms. So far we hadn’t ran into a single soul. It was as if I was alone in Hogwarts with James Potter. I shuddered. Thank God, I’m not! We went down the last flight of stairs and reached the entrance to the Slytherin Common room.

James rubbed his hands together excitedly.

“Hand me the shaving cream.” I handed him the green and black bottle. He immediately began spraying something on to the entrance. I watched very interested in what he was doing.

I finally realized what it was he was drawing. It was the Gryffindor Shield. I must admit I was really impressed by his art talent. I sucked at drawing. I could barely make a stick figure look decent.

James turned around and grabbed the toilet paper from my hands. He threw one straight up letting it catch on candle stick holder then droop down and back up to another candle stick holder. After that he took the remaining toilet paper and tore it into pieces sticking it to the shaving cream. After he was done, he stood back and admired his work. I for one was in awe. “This is bloody brilliant!”

I nodded my head in agreement, “But it’s missing something.”

James frowned, “It’s perfect.”

“Nope.” I pulled out my wand and mutter a spell so James couldn’t hear it. The shaving cream instantly changed to the Gryffindor colors. James grinned, “Wicked touch.” I did a little curtsy.

“Hogsmeade was pretty nice today.”

”Yeah if all those Mudbloods hadn’t of been hanging around.” Two voices drifted from around the corner to our ears. I looked to James with wide eyes.

James pushed me into a dark corner and squeezed in next to me. I quickly noticed this corner was not made for two people. Ok, I know what you are thinking, and no, it wasn’t romantic. Having someone’s arm jammed into your ribs does not exactly scream ‘Oh take me now, baby.’

“Stop breathing on me, Evans!” James hissed in my ear making my eyes roll. I held my breath as the two Slytherins reached their common room. Their gasps signaled they had seen James’s art project.

Their gasps were followed by high pitched squeals. I knew instantly they were girls......I mean...come on, Have you ever heard a guy squeal like that? Ok, other than Lucius after he found those spiders James and Sirius put in his closet.

“Those dirty brats! We can not let them get away with this.” One screamed stomping her foot.

“Let’s go get Professor. He’ll know what to do.” The other girl countered.

I listened to the sounds of foot steps signaling the girl’s departure. “James! Now’s our chance! Let’s go.” I tired to sprint forward, but his arm came down over my waist, and he was leaning an awful lot of weight on my shoulders.

“Potter! Stop it! You’re hurting me.” I pushed him up and spun around only to have him fall back into my arms.

Oh no, he was out cold again. Oh god! What was I going to do now?! Some times he could black out for 30 minutes to an hour! I couldn’t stand here for an hour! And he was much too heavy for me to drag away before Professor Tuttle would be here. I suddenly realized what this would look like if someone found us! Oh god, they’d think......they’d think.... Foot steps reached my ears before I could finish my thoughts.

”Yes, Professor Tuttle, we have no idea who did it.” My breath got caught in my throat. Oh dear God, they were going to find us! James started to slip from my arms. Using all my strength I hoisted him back up. Only this time he didn’t fall straight forward. I watched in horror as James’s unconscious body hit the floor in front of Professor Tuttle’s feet. Time froze around me.

Oh man, it was the longest five seconds of my life! Finally I lifted my gaze from James to Tuttle to see him staring straight back at me. I had no choice but to come out there now. I walked from the shadows slowly, crossing my arms over my chest since I didn’t have a shirt on. “I...uh....I can explain.”


A/n: EEEE my favorite chapter! I think it's funny. Thank you guys soooooo much for the reviews!!!!!! You guys rock!!!

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