My story will not follow a plotline, but will be a series of drabbles centering around key events in Lily and James' relationship. The characters both OC and canon will be consistent throughout the fic, and events will coincide with one another.
She wondered how it got to this. How did she become the one vying for his attention? Just when did the tables turn? When did he stop trying so hard to impress her, be at her every beck and call, and wait for one hour outside her Advanced Charms class just so he could escort her on her 5 minute walk to her tutoring session in the library?
She laughed bitterly to herself. Well of course now that he has her, why would he try so hard? That's right, 3 months into their 7th year and she had officially become his girlfriend. The notorious James Potter had finally bagged perfect Lily Evans.
Well if she was so perfect she wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, she thought to herself. She would be downstairs at the party in the Gryffindor common room, celebrating his team's first victory match against Slytherin. Not alone in the 7th year girls dormitory, sulking because her boyfriend would much rather oblige his groupies, take shots of firewhisky, doing play by plays of the previous match, instead of, well….. doing her.
God, she never would have slept with him, if she knew that after doing so, she would become so… needy. What it is about sex that makes a person act so stupid later on?
Maybe it's not sex… maybe it's just her. Or maybe it's him, and the way he was so passionate, so thorough, and so aggressive, but the good kind of aggressive. Jesus, she was losing her mind, and he didn't even care. How could he be so normal after everything, so un-affected?
She hated it. She hated how he'd barely said a word to her all day, hated how he didn't even try to speak to her, even with everyone constantly surrounding him. Hated how they'd argued relentlessly the night before about something so stupid she can't even remember what.
She hated how she was in pieces right now, while he was down there having a grand old time, probably still innocently flirting with Jessica Cattrell, which was the point at which Lily stormed upstairs, tears in her eyes. She hated him. Stupid, arrogant, annoying, sexy, gorgeous, perfect James bloody Potter!
"I hate him" Lily whispered harshly, sitting on the edge of Marlene McKinnon's bed.
"You don't hate me,"
She froze, the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck stood on edge, and she felt a tingling sensation down her back, a reaction only he could provoke.
Willing the tears in her eyes back, she plastered a hard look on her face before turning to look over her shoulder.
There he was, casually leaning against the post of Angela Prewitt's bed on the other side of the dorm, one hand in his pocket, invisibility cloak lying on the floor at his feet as if he's been standing there for awhile, just watching her silently fume.
To anyone else, it would have appeared as if he was at ease, casually assessing her. Lily however, could see and feel the intensity in those molten brown eyes of his, piercing her from across the room, his stare confident, unwavering, unhesitant, just like him.
Looking away from him, and silently cursing herself for never being able to hold his gaze she chokingly told him to "Go away!"
"You don't hate me Lily" he repeated quietly, in that same, matter of fact tone.
"I do!" She argued.
She felt rather than saw him break out his stance, and slowly walk towards her. He continued to argue with her right up until he was kneeling down in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs.
She defiantly made sure not to look at him, even though his eyes never left her.
She felt his thumb slowly caress the inside of her thigh. "Lily….please" he whispered
"Stop it," she said softly, looking down at his hands.
He lifted himself up to her and reached out a hand to cup her chin, bringing her gaze to his.
"I said stop!." Lily turned her face away to release her chin from his hand but he was having none of it.
"You don't hate me!." He said passionately.
She lifted her eyes to gaze at his only to have his lips press roughly against hers.
Her breathing quickened as his hands found their way around her waist and he lifted her towards him easily as if she weighed nothing.
She was breathless. How did this happen?
She lost all sense of time and allowed herself to succumb to her senses and to him, and to what he brought out in her.
Laying her down on the bed he manoeuvred himself above her resting his forearms on either side of her head placing a tender but sensuous kiss on her forehead.
Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she played with the hem of his shirt shortly before pulling it over his head in one swift movement.
James' hands moved to the zipper of her skirt, only for him to pull it down and rip it away from her feet, all the while planting kisses on her neck.
"I hate you so much," she growled in his ear as he ripped her shirt apart, exposing her floral print bra.
"No you don't," he replied gruffly.
He looked deep into her eyes and held her gaze as he pulled the straps of her bra down her milky white shoulders, and then proceeded to kiss them tracing her collarbone with his tongue.
He stopped as her hands found their way to the front of his trousers. She unbuckled his belt quickly and unzipped his jeans.
Running his hands up her legs, he pulled her closer to him and slowly pulled off her underwear. Throwing them to the side, he bent down and embraced her again, his breath hot and heavy on her lips.
"Tell me you love me" She looked at him defiantly but with adoration.
"No" she replied. He pushed into her in one quick move, causing her to gasp loudly and tighten her legs around his waist.
"Tell me you need me"
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to her, kissing him passionately. She pulled back "I don't need you"
She leaned up to kiss him again.
He allowed her to kiss him but didn't respond.
Sensing his stillness she pulled back slowly, searching his eyes.
Suddenly, he looked at her, as if he just conjured up some brilliant plan.
He held her face with his hands on either side, and slowly began moving inside her.
"I love you" he said. She gasped and looked away, but he held onto her tight,
"Look at me Lily…..I love you"
"James...don't" she whispered.
He picked up his pace, repeating his sentiments and more. Lily cried out at the effect he was having on her, scraping her nails down his back, leaving long red marks. James groaned loudly into her ear, making her smile widely.
Digging her nails in harder, she pushed herself closer to him, making him breath louder.
Her own breath came in gasps as James' hips moved rhythmically faster, the sweat pumping from his chest landing in droplets onto Lily's own searing hot skin. She was so close to the edge.
"Say it Lil, come on " and then she was undone.
She reached her orgasm screaming his name.
James gave one last shaky breath as he retreated quickly and turned away from her.
Lily lay there in the afterglow of what they'd done, and then turned to him. He was pulling his jeans back on, looking anywhere but at her.
"You can't even look at me anymore!" Lily cried as she gasped for breath.
James didn't reply. He put his shirt back on and made to walk towards the door.
"James!" she exclaimed, deeply hurt.
He didn't hesitate and was about to turn the handle.
She bounded off the bed, subconciously dragging the sheets with her.
Running towards him in her nude state, she wrapped her arms around him, preventing him from leaving.
"I love you!" she cried, her head resting against his back, tears soaking the back of his shirt.
"I love you! I need you so much! Just…don't go."
He turned around holding her in his arms, laughing. He pulled her chin up towards him so she was staring directly into his eyes
"I know" he whispered.
"Lily I know you love me, I just wanted you to know you love me"
A thousand emotions ran through her. Relief, anger, love for the man in front of her. She hit his chest.
"I knew you only hated me for making you want me so badly." He raised a hand and brushed his thumb over her jaw before leaning down and kissing her neck gently.
"Fuck you," she whispered.
"You already did," he said quietly in her ear. "I still love you all the same though."
She held him tightly, only semi-conscious of her nude state. "I love you too…idiot"
She pulled back suddenly "How the hell did you get up here!?" she asked
"Lily, lily, lily, ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies"
She looked at him smugly, "Well in that case, ill let you deal with Marlene when she asks what the hell happened on her bed"