Title: Hot For Teacher

Author: erak

Summary: Four years after graduating Hogwarts, James Potter becomes Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lily Evans is Head Girl.

Pairings: Lily/James. MWPP era.

Disclaimer: I own nada. J.K. Rowling, the genius that she is, owns Harry Potter and all characters or anything else that you recognize. This story was inspired by the fic Tainted Blue by Mauve Lipgloss over at fanfictionnet. Go check that out. The title was taken from the song, Hot For Teacher by Van Halen. The only thing I own is everything (technically everyone) you don't recognize.

Author’s Notes: Well, obviously this is a bit AU from the books because Lily and James were in the same year and James is now older than Lily. That said, let me touch on the age issue; James is 21 and Lily is 17. They will “hook up” so if you have issues with the difference in ages, maybe this isn’t the right fic for you.

Also, there’s mention of drugs and alcohol consumption by minors - again, if this is a problem, please hit the back button.

Oh! One more thing - I know some things aren’t canon... the age of Bill Weasley I’m sure, and even a few other little things. I really hope that doesn’t bother you.

I’ve pretty much dropped this fic - look to my profile for more details. Thank you!

“Hot For Teacher” -Van Halen

Oh, wow, man
Wait a second, man
What do you think the teacher's gonna look like this year?
My butt, man.
Uh! Oh yeah!

T-T-teacher stop that screamin'
Teacher don't you see?
Don't wanna be no uptown fool
Maybe I should go to hell
But I am doing well
Teacher needs to see me after school

I think of all the education that I've missed
But then my homework was never quite like this!

Ow! Got it bad, Got it bad, Got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher! I've got it bad, so bad
I'm hot for teacher!

Hey, I heard you missed us
We're back!
(Hey!) I brought my pencil
Give me something to write on, man! Whoa

Uh! Ooo-oo-ooo

I heard about your lessons but lessons are so cold
I know about this school
Little girl from Cherry Lawn
How can you be so bold?
How did you know that golden rule?

I think of all the education that I've missed!
But then my homework was never quite like this!

Whoa! Got it bad, Got it bad, Got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher!
I've got it bad, so bad
I'm hot for teacher!

Whoa!

Oh man, I think the clock is slow
I don't feel tardy
Class dismissed! Ooh-yeah!

I've got it bad, Got it bad, Got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher!

Whoa! Oh! Ooh, yes I'm hot Wow!

Oh my God!

Chapter 1: The Call Up

Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
-“The Call Up” by The Clash

It was often said that the famous foursome, the Marauders, were the best thing to ever happen to Hogwarts. They weren’t wrong. It had only been a mere four years since the Marauders had graduated and moved on. Sirius Black and James Potter joined the Auror training group and three years later became Aurors - though they were low level ones. Remus Lupin attempted to join but because of his werewolf status was not permitted. Instead, he worked for Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wasn’t a professor, but instead was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He organized the meetings and often was chosen to follow the happenings of the current and biggest threat to the wizarding world; Lord Voldemort (or as he was more commonly known and called You-Know-Who). The final Marauder went by the name of Peter Pettigrew. He too worked within the Ministry, but not as an Auror with his two other friends. He worked in the International Magical Cooperation Department and even after four years, was still an intern or more commonly known as the "tea boy."

Still, no one ever expected any of the Marauders to return to Hogwarts. After all, why would they bother? They had been popular and extremely well known. Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter had been some of the biggest flirts, charmers, woman eaters… (the list really does go on) to ever walk through Hogwarts’ doors. They’d had girls crawling after them since they’d finally taken a notice of them in their third year. And they’d had no problems taking advantage of being well liked among the female population. Each one was never seen with the same girl after two, three weeks tops. This didn’t stop the girls from liking them of course. As the years went on the three became more handsome, and even little Peter Pettigrew had a few girls interested in him. It would be a good guess to say that at the age of 21, the Marauders would possibly look their best and most charming. And, at the age of 21, the Marauders would still be bachelors.

They weren’t wrong.

What they were wrong about was expecting to never see the Marauders return to Hogwarts, for one Marauder was returning. The Marauder. The leader of the pack. James Potter, resident Auror, was about to become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

The old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Roberts, had retired. His family had been randomly attacked by Death Eaters, followers to Lord Voldemort, and Roberts had wanted to do nothing more than go away from the magical world and find solitude. Headmaster Dumbledore had granted his request.

The search for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was actually a lot harder than Dumbledore would have expected it to be. There weren’t many people who were up to the job or knew much about the Dark Arts. What Hogwarts students needed, now more than ever, was someone who knew what it was like after Hogwarts. Someone who was fighting Voldemort.

What Hogwarts needed was an Auror.

It took him a few weeks before Dumbledore had made up his decision. James Potter had recently been a student at Hogwarts. He knew what it was like to live in the fear of Voldemort at Hogwarts. He would be able to easily relate to the students and be there as a friend as well as a Professor. All Dumbledore needed was for James to accept the position.

Which, surprisingly, James did. He’d always, like his parents, trusted and respected Dumbledore and he would always come to the aide of his old Professor. Besides, he had said, it would be worth it to see Hogwarts again. Along with "Minnie," the old (and strict) head of his house and the current Transfiguration professor. Being he was no longer a student, it would be acceptable for James to call Minerva McGonagall “Minnie” and not have points taken away from Gryffindor. He’d told Dumbledore that he would look forward to it greatly. And no matter how much Professor McGonagall had complained when she’d heard, Dumbledore had seen her smile many times.

It would definitely be interesting to see how the year turned out.

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September 1st
Kings Cross Station
Platform 9 ¾
10:55 A.M.

The Hogwarts Express train gleamed, the red paint shined; it looked brand new. A bell went off in the distance to remind all passengers that the train would be off in five minutes. People hurried to the train, waving at parents and siblings, and pulling their luggage desperately after them.

From the middle of the platform, one girl watched them all, a small smile on her face. While not extremely beautiful - her fiery red hair, fair complexion and bright smile drew the attention of many. Her nose was small and straight and perfect. But none of these things truly mattered. In fact, it had to be said that you completely forgot the rest of her features when you caught sight of her eyes. They were bright green; probably brighter than most emerald eyes, and caught you the moment you saw them. They lit up the girl’s face, especially when she smiled.

No, not a girl. She didn’t look a year younger than nineteen, really... twenty at the most. She was dressed in the current Muggle fashions - peasant top and mini skirt - and looked particularly out of place amongst the robes of different colors.

She didn’t seem even a little uncomfortable.

When the bell rang again, the girl finally moved. She seemed oblivious to the stares she was receiving as she helped first years board the train and even helped some of them find a compartment. As she walked down the train various people shouted their greetings which she joyfully returned. It wasn’t until she came to the last compartment and entered it that she truly smiled.

Inside the compartment were all of her closest friends. Aside from one, they were fellow Gryffindors and her roommates. She closed the door behind her.

“Oy! Lily, where have you been?” This came from a short haired blonde girl with light blue eyes. She was sitting closest to the window and her name was Cecelia Walters, more commonly known to her friends as Cece.

“Yeah, we’ve been waiting in here for over half an hour for you to come! Were you talking to a stone fox or something?” The girl who spoke was sitting directly across from Cece and had the same hair cut and eyes, except she had dark brown hair instead of Cece’s blonde. The two were in fact twin sisters, the closest Lily had ever known. Her name was (ironically enough) Cordelia. They called her Cordy for short.

“Speaking of, I think I’m going to suffocate - Cece practically sprayed her entire bottle of perfume on herself!” The girl next to Cece ran to the window and opened it. “Oh good, we’re leaving.” Jessica Whitman was, out of all of their friends, the most "tom boy-ish." She cared nothing for her appearance, granted she didn’t have to. With green eyes, though no where near as noticeable as Lily’s, a friendly personality, and chocolate brown hair, Jessica was well likeable. She was also the Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team.

“Stop being such a drama queen!” This was from an amused looking girl sitting next to Cordy. She had black hair and amber eyes and was the only one of them from Ravenclaw. Like them, she was in her seventh year at Hogwarts and often complained that she had been placed in the wrong house. Her name was Aimee Chang. Her brother, too, had been in Ravenclaw and had graduated a year before her.

“You’re right Aimee,” Jessica said, “there’s not enough room in the world for two of us. You’ll have to settle at being the only one.”

Aimee took a puff of what was a joint currently being passed around the compartment. She shrugged and then handed it to Jessica who shook her head and instead, passed it to the last of Lily’s friends and the final seventh year Gryffindor girl.

Lacy Prewett was the shyest of the Gryffindor girls. Most of the time her head was buried in a book, which was how Lily had come to be friends with her. Both of them liked to read and study, although Lily didn’t mind putting her book down to have fun. With brown hair and brown eyes, Lacy thought she was dull. She never seemed to notice that guys were staring at her but were just too intimidated by her love for books to approach her.

Lily Evans made up the last of the group of six girls. She sat next to Jessica and practically started purring when she felt the velvet of the seats. “Wow, this compartment is definitely worth all the times I blew you guys off to study.” There was a teasing note in her voice which the others took notice of.

“Yes, yes.” Cordy waved her hand around, one in which there was the joint; she had taken it from Lacy. “We are all more than proud that you are Head Girl. It only means that this year you can have more fun with us.”

Yeah, Lily.” Lacy said, grinning. “We missed you! You always seemed to be buried in a book.”

“Look who’s talking!” Jessica snorted. Lacy blushed and then laughed, shrugging. Jessica scrunched her nose up when Cordy again offered the joint to her. “I don’t think so. I don’t want my brain to be dead this year. I’m Quidditch Captain, you know?”

“No! Really?” Cece took the joint from her sister's hand. “You’ve only told us every day since the end of last term.”

Jessica scowled and instead pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"And that's much healthier for you, oh Great Quidditch Captain," Cece spat sarcastically. Jessica raised the middle finger of her left hand in reply.

Lily laughed and fished around in her purse, pulling out a lighter. She took the offered cigarette from Jessica and lit first Jessica's, then her own. She threw the lighter to Lacy, who had produced her own cigarette.

Lily exhaled, smoke coming out of her mouth. She brought the cigarette to her lips again and then smiled at her friends. “I think I’m looking forward to this year. Being Head Girl will definitely have advantages when we feel like going out.”

Aimee was nodding. “Who’s Head Boy, by the way?”

“Dylan Daniels,” Lily replied. There was a moment of silence in the compartment before the six friends burst out laughing. Dylan Daniels was a Ravenclaw and the smartest guy at Hogwarts. Unfortunately Dylan had absolutely no backbone. He was often pushed around by anyone and everyone, and rarely ever left his group of friends which was why he wasn’t in the Head compartment.

“Dylan?” Aimee giggled. “Well… if we thought we’d have problems getting to Skylar’s, we were wrong!”

Skylar’s was a popular dance club in Hogsmeade, the village close to Hogwarts. The girls had been going to Skylar’s ever since they had been in their fourth year (it took the others till fifth year to convince Lacy to go), when witches and wizards started being killed off by Voldemort. Voldemort. He was the reason why most of the students at Hogwarts were driven to smoking joints, getting high or drunk and partying all night. It was a release for them. They shouldn’t have to deal with reality… they were still concerned on getting through school.

“We’ll have to be more careful this year though,” Jessica said. She threw her cigarette out the window and lit another one. “With both Lily and me having more responsibilities we can’t risk getting caught and into trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” Cece replied. “We’ve never been caught before.”

“Technically, we’ve never had James Potter as a professor before,” Lacy muttered, her voice low and quiet. Still, the others all stopped talking to stare at Lacy.

“What?” Lacy asked.

“James Potter?” Cece dropped the joint, which Jessica promptly picked back up and handed to her.

“James Potter?!” Cordy asked, her mouth open.

Aimee frowned. “James Potter? Why does he sound familiar?”

“Familiar?” Jessica shrieked. “He's only one of the greatest Quidditch players Hogwarts has ever seen! He played Seeker and Chaser. Of course, not at the same time, but he was extremely talented… not to mention he made Quidditch Captain in his fifth year. He’s amazing.”

“He’s gorgeous, you mean!” Cordy squealed. “Him and Sirius Black. Whoo. They were just… gorgeous.”

“I rather fancied Remus Lupin,” Cece said. She giggled. “He tutored me in Ancient Runes.”

“But, that’s your best subject,” Lacy said.

Cece wiggled her eyebrows. “He never knew that.”

The others laughed. Aimee frowned, thinking. “Wasn’t he part of that whole group? What were they called?”

“The Marauders,” Cece and Cordy said together. They both had dreamy expressions on their faces.

Lily laughed. “Honestly… are Lacy, Aimee and I the only sane ones in this compartment?”

“Oh come on, Lily!” Cece poked Lily’s stomach. “Tell me you never thought he was cute.”

“I never said he wasn’t!” Lily protested. “In fact I can admit that he was incredibly handsome, but I also remember how fast he sped through girls. And it’s not like he ever talked to any of us!”

Jessica looked like she was about to say something when Lily cut her off. “Except for you Jess, because you were the reserve Chaser… but aside from you I don’t think he or any of his friends talked to any of us,” Lily rolled her eyes at Cece who was opening her mouth, “aside from tutoring.”

Cordy lit another joint and then sighed. “Oh please, Lily. Shut up.”

Everyone laughed until Aimee pulled out wine coolers. “Anyone?”

Lily grabbed for the black raspberry before Jessica could get to it. She winked and then took a gulp. “So, Cordy… how are things with um… Matt?”

Cece began to laugh uncontrollably, breaking only when Cordy kicked her in the leg before she was laughing again.

“We broke up,” Cordy said simply. She took a swig of her wine cooler and passed the joint around. Lacy took a hit and then passed it to Lily.

“Why?” Aimee asked.

Cece almost choked on her wine cooler. She wiped her mouth and then answered. “He was complete crap in bed.”

“Cece!” Cordy hissed.

“It had to be said, sister dear.”

Cordy sighed and looked at the others who were staring at her and waiting for details. “He was complete crap in bed, all right?”

“Really?” Lily asked.

“He didn’t look it,” Lacy stated. Cece went into another fit of giggles.

“It lasted two minutes before he was done,” Cordy said. “He completely thought he was wonderful of course… but compared to Derrick-” She broke off.

“Wait, wait!” Lily cried. She was feeling the effects of the wine cooler and the joint, just a little bit. “Who’s Derrick?”

“His older brother,” Cordy mumbled, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

“That Derrick?!?” Lily shrieked. She, along with Jessica and Lacy, joined Cece in her laughter.

“When was this?” Jessica asked. “Before or after Matt?”

“Both,” Cordy said.

“Oh-kay,” Aimee looked around the compartment of girls. “Someone want to remind me who Derrick is again?”

“Derrick was her first,” Lily explained. Aimee hadn’t been close friends with the group when that had happened. Aimee nodded and then turned back to Cordy. “So he wasn’t upset that you slept with his brother?”

Cordy shrugged. “I honestly think he was just happy that he was getting shagged.”

Again the girls broke into fits of laughter.

“Speaking of firsts,” Jessica said, a small smile on her lips. Lacy tried to hide her face, she knew what was coming. Jessica grinned and then nudged her. “Well?”

“It was with Dan,” Lacy said softly. She squirmed in her seat. “Dan Weasley.”

“Relax, Lacy! You know all of our ‘first’ stories,” Cece said. She smirked and glanced at Lily. “Especially the kinky ones.”

Lily groaned. “Oh come on! You promised never to bring that up!”

“Wait, kinky?” Jessica asked. She glared at Lily. “You never told me anything about it being kinky!”

“You were at Quidditch practice when I told the others. Besides, it wasn’t even kinky,” Lily protested.

“Oh please, Lily!” Aimee said. “Being blindfolded by Kevin Johnson is incredibly kinky.”

Lily gasped in mock horror. “Aimee!”

“What?” Aimee blushed. “You know I thought he was smashing!”

Lily giggled and took another swig of her wine cooler. “Okay, so maybe it was a little bit kinky.”

“There’s the Lily we all know and love,” Cordy cheered. She leaned forward. “But honestly… did it heighten the rest of your senses?”

Lily squinted, thinking back. After a moment she nodded. “Definitely. You never know what’s about to happen… so…” Desperate to get the attention off of her, Lily turned back to look at Lacy. “Now tell us all about Weasley.”

Lacy’s eyes widened when everyone else turned their attention to her. After only two questions, she was completely red in the face, but she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with her friends.

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For the six friends the train ride sped by. Lily barely had time to meet Dylan in his compartment, greet the Prefects, set out some rules and hand out passwords before they had arrived at Hogwarts. She and the others hurriedly dressed in their robes, forgoing the uniforms underneath. They wouldn’t have time to change into those. With a few spells the girls had cleaned the compartment out to leave no trace of what they had been doing.

As they walked off of the train they were greeted by many other students, and fought to answer questions with answers that would make sense. That was the downside of getting high and drinking; you generally weren’t as bright as you normally would be otherwise.

Luckily, the fresh air and the ride to the castle seemed to clear them up a bit, although they still laughed loudly at almost nothing. No one else, though, seemed to notice much for the six girls weren’t the only ones to be drinking on the train ride.

Lily walked through the doors of the Entrance Hall and headed towards the Great Hall, arm in arm with Aimee and Cece. They were laughing joyously, ignoring the looks of desire from guys watching them, and the look of disapproval McGonagall shot them when they passed her for not being in complete uniform. Lily, honestly, could not care. All she did care about was that she had the munchies, and she had them bad.

Aimee waved as they entered the Great Hall and headed off to the Ravenclaw table. Most times she sat at the Gryffindor table with the others, but she made it a point to sit at the Ravenclaw one for the sorting feast, to show support for her house.

Lily let Cece drag her to a seat and sit her down. They both laughed when Cordy sat down across from them and then tilted backwards. Lacy and Jessica immediately pushed her upright, and sat across from Lily and Cece, Cordy in between them.

Cordy glanced at the doors to the Great Hall and frowned. “Where are those first years? I’m hungry!”

“I know, me too,” Lily said. She looked around the Hall, smiling at the familiarity. She loved Hogwarts. She would be sad to leave it at the end of the year. Her gaze flickered to the Head table where the professors sat. Her gaze flicked over Professor Vector talking with Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff. Lily’s favorite teacher, Professor Flitwick, and Head of Ravenclaw, was sitting near an empty chair which was reserved for Professor McGonagall.

And then, there was Dumbledore. There was the usual sparkle in his eye and his warm smile. This time, he wasn’t directing it at the students. He was talking animatedly with one of the most handsome men Lily had ever seen in her entire life. She couldn’t help but quietly gasp. She immediately knew who it was, not because he was new, but because she’d never forget what he looked like. She’d never had a crush on James Potter, per se… she’d always thought he was good looking but she’d only been thirteen when she was really interested in boys and that was the year that James was a seventh year, and Head Boy. He and his friends never dated girls below fourth year, so Lily had never even been on his radar. Plus, Lily had been slightly annoyed by him and the rest of the Marauders when they’d thrown dung bombs in all of the Gryffindor girls’ rooms.

Lily broke her gaze away from James when the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open and McGonagall lead the first years down the tables. A first year boy with bright red hair, who Lily had helped find a compartment, shot her a terrified look when he saw her. She touched his shoulder comfortingly when he passed and he grinned back at her.

When Lily looked up again, she found James Potter staring straight at her. She tilted her head, but didn’t break away her gaze. He was taller than he had been when he’d left Hogwarts, and was more… buff. She’d remembered Cece and Cordy talking once about his muscles when they’d visited Jessica at Quidditch practice, only to see James Potter throw his shirt off. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to see for herself.

That’s when Lily almost started laughing. He was her professor for crying out loud! Still… Lily kept her gaze locked on his as McGonagall began to call out names. She noted that his hair was still as messy, but it looked as good as it ever did. A wolfish smile over came his face before James Potter looked away to continue talking to Dumbledore.

Lily tried to focus on the sorting ceremony currently going on, and push James Potter out of her mind. Still, she found it hard when she could feel his gaze on her. And why? Why did he even look at her anyway? It started to become annoying to Lily and she became a little paranoid. What? Was there something on her face? Her clothes? She briefly looked down at her top. She was clean. Then what was he staring at?

“Weasley, William,” McGonagall called. Lily watched the red haired boy slowly walk up to the stool. His gaze swept over the crowd and Lily gave him a thumbs up. After that, he seemed to melt on the stool. Again, she felt James' eyes on her. She didn’t know why she was being so nice to the boy… perhaps it was because he reminded her of herself her first year. Alone, no compartment to sit in… and then Cece and Cordy had come along. Smiling, Lily waited for the sorting hat to decide where little William Weasley would be going. A second later she found out.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Lily stood up and cheered for William as he raced to the Gryffindor table. He shocked her briefly when he hugged her before he seemed to realize what he was doing and jumped away.

“I’m Lily Evans,” Lily said, smiling.

“I’m Bill,” he said shyly.

“Well, Bill… I think there a few of your other first years who want to greet you,” Lily pushed him in the direction of two other first year boys. Bill hesitantly joined them before they were scooting over so he could sit in between them. Lily kicked Jessica under the table when Jessica rolled her eyes at Lily’s gesture.

Lily looked back up at the head table. He was doing it again! What was the matter with him? Lily shook it off and almost attacked her food when it finally appeared. She laughed with her friends the rest of the night, and completely forgot all about James Potter as she lead the Gryffindors up into the Gryffindor common room. She mumbled the password, 'gillyweed,' and waved the girls and boys into their proper dormitories. As Head Girl, Lily would have her own common room with Dylan, along with her own bedroom and bathroom, but she’d rather stay with her friends. Most likely she wouldn’t even use the Head rooms unless she and the others were too drunk or high to move back to the Gryffindor tower. And she knew Dylan would never use it.

Lily let Lacy drag her up the stairs before she collapsed on her bed, not bothering to even remove her shoes or change her clothes.

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Hogwarts was exactly as James had remembered it was. He’d apparated into Hogsmeade a few days before the start of term to settle into his rooms and office. It had been nice to be back, and he felt a sort of satisfaction to walk past McGonagall and joyfully call out, “Morning Minnie!”

He hadn’t been at all nervous about the upcoming term; in fact, for a new teacher, he was incredibly calm. But that was James Potter. He practically never let people see him aggravated. When he’d heard that the students had finally arrived, he smoothly made his way to the Great Hall, hands in his pockets, and took a seat next to Dumbledore.

They’d been talking briefly about when James was going to settle down. He secretly hoped never. After Hogwarts, he was still a lady charmer, and had desperately wished that Dumbledore would hire a beautiful, young professor (in any subject) just so he would have some form of entertainment. Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be so. He was the only new teacher that year.

He’d watched as all of the students filed into the Great Hall and he smiled at those he recognized. Truthfully, there weren’t many. Most of the seventh years had been too young for him to know back when he was at Hogwarts. Still… his gaze scanned the crowd while he talked to Dumbledore. He spotted a girl, Jessica, who used to be a reserve on the Gryffindor Quidditch team when he was on it. Other than that, he didn’t think he remembered any of the seventh year Gryffindors. His gaze fell back to Jessica and the girls around her when he felt his breath almost stop.

Close to Jessica was someone James was sure he had never seen before in his entire life. She was too gorgeous to have gone to Hogwarts while he was there. Surely he would have remembered her? He watched her cross the Hall. She wasn’t wearing the uniform like the others. She, instead, was wearing a miniskirt that almost didn’t even qualify as a skirt and a tight peasant top shirt. As she went to sit down her skirt rode slightly up and the animal instinct within James, as well as the womanizer that he was, begged him to carry her off somewhere, anywhere. The beautiful girl swung her head to laugh at something her friend, a little further from her, had said.

The doors opened to admit the first years, and still James didn’t look away. He saw his girl comfort a terrified first year who would have looked like he’d been related to her had his hair not been so bright.

Then, she looked up, and met his eyes. James had been caught staring. That almost never happened. He casually relaxed in his chair, playing it off. His eyes stayed locked on hers, and after a few minutes he found it interesting she hadn’t looked away. He fought the urge to cock a brow. Instead he smiled wolfishly and turned to face Dumbledore. He’d occasionally look at her, confidant that she would know it. And, he was slightly pleased to see her squirming in her seat and looking down at her clothes.

He wanted to see her with that robe off and in just the miniskirt. He got half of his wish, when William Weasley joined the Gryffindors and his girl stood up to cheer him, her robe flying back and exposing her body in just the Muggle clothes. When the first year hugged her, she slightly bent down exposing a little bit of cleavage.

Damn. James cursed under his breath, not noticing the gaze Dumbledore sent his way. Teaching was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Unless… James looked back towards the girl. No, he was her PROFESSOR!

James leaned back into his seat as the food appeared and stared at Dumbledore. “So… who’s the new Head Girl and Boy?”

Dumbledore grinned, as if knowing exactly what James was thinking (he always seemed to know everything else, James figured ‘Why not?’). He pointed towards the Ravenclaw table. “Dylan Daniels and,” Dumbledore pointed towards the Gryffindor table, exactly at his girl, “Lily Evans.”

Lily Evans. James gritted his teeth. He was going to have to visit Sirius pretty soon. He took a sip of the wine that appeared in his goblet and then said, “Professor… you don’t think I could visit Sirius this weekend, do you?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Of course. Special occasion?” His eyes twinkled.

James looked at Lily as if considering something. “Just a little Marauder get together.”

Dumbledore followed his gaze, chuckled and ate a piece of meat. “Try the pork, James. It’s wonderful.”

James did just that, no longer watching Lily Evans until she began to leave the Great Hall. He bid goodnight to the other professors before he made his way to his own office. He needed to check when he was going to have seventh year Gryffindors.

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