• 1-Seduction

Introduction

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Rating: NC-17

Warning: This story contains adult situations and a sexual explicitness not suitable for everyone. Read at your own caution and do not read if you are not of the appropriate maturity.

Disclaimer: All characters used within this story are property of J.K. Rowling. She happens to hold the rights to the Harry Potter universe and this story in no ways lays claim for dispute of those rights. The plot of the story is, however, not owned by J.K. Rowling. That herein belongs to me, therefore all events in the story are fictitious.

Introductionventventh year is among Hogwarts and Lily Evans is feeling her heartbeat increasing whenever a certain James Potter is around. Her feelings are confirmed after a taste of unbelievable lust. Lily Evans now lurks the corridors of Hogwarts, taking into effect her plans of seduction. When she thinks she has it all, an unexpected arrival throws her into turmoil. Twists and turns make the rungs- A ladder of surprise.

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans, and Severus Snape.

~ Necrotic Eclipse

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Seduction

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Dusk was upon the forrest and soon it was night. Howling could be heard as an eerily full moon lay etched into the heavens. The stars lay blackened as if their glow had been sucked from a black hole. Some vile creature lay nearby consuming all the happiness the world had to offer. It was fueled by greed, a need to relieve the pain its sole existence offered. Hooded and fully robed, the creature looked directly at her as she lay prone. Her hair was tousled, robes ripped at several points, and she was bleeding profusely.

She made a feeble attempt to rise from the ground only to fall. Leaves scattered and she lay on the ground already feeling the coldness rise within. Her heart clenched painfully as blood drained from the face—she looked as if she were dead. Blood stained the earth as it poured from her leg forming a pool of red. Wordlessly, the creature began to glide over and she heard the voices begin to raise themselves.

There was nothing she could do without a wand. Desperate measures called for desperate actions. She was not desperate. She could not be, she had already come to accept death long before. Only she wished the blood would flow faster and avoid the eternal hell fate now crowned her. The creature lowered its hood as its rotting face lowered, she could feel the very breath on her face as it prepared to kiss.

As his lips descended, she felt pain burst throughout her head. Knives pierced her brain, destroying what they could; her body refused the bliss of unconsciousness.

It would be the last human thought she would have: If only she had died by now.

Her lips felt a cool contact as the rattling increased and the dementor began to suck out her soul with its decaying flesh upon her...

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Tangled in hot, sticky sheets Lily Evans bolted up only to fall to the ground. Breathing heavily, she tried to regain composure and her eyes danced wildly with shock.

"Ow," she hissed.

Bella, her black furred cat, had scratched her for making him fall. Stupid furball licking her awake at seven o'clock in the morning! Why couldn't he just slink off into the dungeons and find a rat to eat? Wait, she had something important to do; what was it?

"SHIT!"

She had classes to go to, how could she be so stupid! Hello Lily, get a hold on yourself! Hogwarts is a school. She jumped up from the ground and hastily searched her trunk for her clothes. Grabbing whatever she could she raced for the Head's bathroom. Lily was a Head Girl which meant she had certain privileges others did not. The Head's bathroom was by far the greatest—she no longer had to wait for her previous roommates to finish using the bathroom in their itoritory.

Lily was proud of herself, she had worked hard the past six years to overcome her disadvantage. Being a muggle meant knowing somethings that wizards did not and vice versa. Purebloods especially such as James Potter and Sirius Black. Even halfbloods such as Remus Lupin knew more about the magical world than muggles who never even imagined a secret world existing. She had overcome all those obstacles and was the top witch in the school.

Unlike certain trouble makers who never studied, unless they had a prank or something dangerous to do, Lily had earned her grades. Of course, over the past year time and her friendship with James Potter had changed things. For one, her perspective towards their laziness had definitely been influenced. Even though they may not study specifically they still studied numerous spells in order to pull of half the tricks that they did. They studied with a practical approach and learned from experience.

Sadly, Lily learned only through books and rote memorization. Theoretical work was all she ever studied. While she would love to learn through trial and error, one of her deepest fears was being caught trouble making. Hogwarts was her only tie to the wizarding world and without the school she wouldn't know what to do. James and the others knew more about life in the wizarding world than she. They knew what to do in certain situations while she had to rely on her intelligence and her studies for survival.

In another way she had matured was her trying not to judge others. In her beginning five years she had been highly strained with work. Incidentally she had had no time for such foolishness the mischievous group of friends had to offer. James Potter was a boy she had become to detest for his arrogance. Insecure, she envied James for his ability to gain good grades without any effort. He was also successful in Quidditch, although she saw it as only a sport and nothing she'd wish to participate in.

Honestly, she had no clue why people got so worked up over such a dangerous sport. In any case, Lily thought him to be so perfect in almost every aspect today. He, however, showed his greatest flaw had been his personality. So awed by his own greatness was he that he became egotistical. Confidence radiated from his every particle as if he was invincible. Looking down on his "inferiors," James Potter had managed to become an insufferable little berk that was intent upon her accepting his offer to Hogsmeade.

Sixth year was the year when she was surprised by his maturity. At first she thought of it as a temporary act put forth in which he thought of Hogwarts as a great play and he the director. Though after a period of time even she had to break out of denial. He had changed and it was for the better. Although showing occasionally signs of cockiness, at least his bullying had decreased to an acceptable level. No doubt he still hexed Severus Snape, a fellow seventh year in Slytherin, but then again Snape was a greasy haired git.

How dare that sniveling excuse of a human being call her a mudblood! Why that completely inhuman, ungrateful jerk! Of course, she had learned at the end of fifth year never to help him again. She recalled how he had insulted her blood yet again right after she had saved him. At times she wondered why he seemed to hate her even more than James. To him her blood mattered more than the times James had played cruel tricks on him. The way he had been humiliated time after time seemed not to matter.

She recalled how the look in his eyes after she rejected James's proposal—he showed such enmity that it baffled her. One would think he'd take pleasure in the pain she brought upon James, yet he seemed even more infuriated. Lily couldn't for a second fathom the mind of Slytherins and she no longer cared to. The sixth year had shown her how sensitive and caring James could be. Not to mention devoted, all that had been found out from a slip of the tongue. At that moment she had been simply stunned at the revelation.

It was, of course, the fact that they were animagi and accompanied Remus Lupin at the times of full moon. Peter had been looked upon with such heated glares from the others which stopped after a week. She promised not to tell; they had warily trusted her promise. Over that year Lily had realized something when she repeatedly found herself staring at James—Lily Evans actually liked James Potter. Given the mental metamorphosis of her, she was not disgusted at all and was unable to go into denial.

Besides, James Potter was definitely handsome and very intelligent. He definitely had a great body she thought as she stared ahead wide eyed. Still slightly sleepy, she had entered the bathroom with a buzzing in her head. On another day without these thoughts she would have heard the noise; today she had been too busy reminiscing about the past. So fully had she been in her thoughts that her awareness had decreased to the level to allow for an event such as the one she saw now.

James Potter leaned against the wall in a shower stall dressed in all his glory with water sparkling down his skin. He was unaware to the visitor as he had his eyes closed and looked rather dazed. Not entirely sleeping, he seemed to be on the edge of consciousness and unconsciousness as he let the heat consume. There was a small smile on his lips as he appeared to find the shower very therapeutic. On the other hand, Lily Evans was very much awake as she looked at him. Honestly the right thing to do would be to leave.

Admiring his lovely torso, she wondered if Quidditch had resulted in his muscular physique. His arms and legs showed off an impressive amount of muscles as well. Unlike body builders, he was not overly built and gigantic. Instead, his muscles were somewhat leaner and radiated a beauty. She appreciated the way his buttocks were tight and she gazed questionably at his crotch. Never before had she seen suchI>thI>thing.

It was a sight that was alienable to her, but she noticed that it was not small at all. She wasn't sure about the exact measurements, but she crept up to get a better view. At its deflated state it was approximately four inches long. Perhaps slightly longer taking into consideration the pubic hair and an inch and a third or so in diameter. The shape was strange and she realized that he must have been circumcised at birth, it was commonly done by muggles to prevent disease.

Apparently even wizards continued that tradition. Looking at his rippling muscles, she realized with a startling shock that this was all very hot. Under the influence of her hormones, she lost control of all sensibility and let her body take over. The tingling was between her legs and she wanted James—his member—inside of her. Already her nipples were hard and she couldn't deny her lust right now. She was on the edge after seeing his marvelous body.

There was a feeling of reluctance beneath the burning desire. Silently she began to walk on her tiptoes so as not to disturb him from his peace. The sight of his muscles glistening made her forget any doubts of acceptance—hadn't he been the one who had harassed her in fifth year for a date? Lily could only hope that her rejections had not made him lose any romantic connotations he had held. With that lingering hope she stepped into the stall, brushing slightly the open curtains.

Her movement caused wind and her steps caused noised. Neither escaped the individual already inside the shower whose eyes fluttered open. He looked shocked as he gazed at the petite form looking at him with a hungry expression that definitely belonged to a certain Gryffindor. That Gryffindor could only hope that his sure wae was a good sign as she pressed against him. Her smooth hand caressed him and he moaned, tilting his head back as he hardened under her graceful touches.

Licking her lips with delight at his reaction, she turned her back to him and rubbed against him. James pressed into her backside as his hands gripped her hips. She rotated back to face him and brought her hips against his. She moaned as he lifted her nightie slightly, lowered her knickers and entered her—the slight pain bringing blood and a certain heavy pleasurable feeling inside her. It was then that James, whose eyes had been closed, fully woke up.

"What the fuck!" He gazed at her with complete surprise, as if the previous moment had been all a dream. He probably had thought such as he muttered, "What are we doing?"

Without another word, James Potter swept out of the bathroom. Bewildered, he stopped only to grab a towel and Lily Evans couldn't help but gaze at his buttocks moving with every step. James Potter definitely had a nice ass and Lily Evans wanted him. Pushing aside all feelings of rejection and foolishness as to what had transpired, she simply took off her remaining clothing and reached over to grab the soap. Breakfast was going to be awkward today.

She wasn't surprised at his actions, although it was slightly disheartening. It's not like she didn't know what she was doing. She just wanted a shag while getting ready for classes as the same time. It was an efficient plan that simply didn't execute very well. Adding water to the low shampoo level she began to lather her hair. All the while unabo heo help think how extraordinary the shampoo James used was. Distinctly the only feeling she had left in her bones was how relaxing it was.

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As it turned out, James was not at breakfast that day. Indeed, he seemed to be avoiding her at every possible second that week. What was interesting was that Snape seemed more irritable than ever that week. In particular his loathing had increased towards James who glared right back. Mudblood taunts were becoming more common, too. James refused to answer the others as to why he was ignoring Lily, but something seemed to be blatantly obvious to the school.

James Potter liked Lily Evans, as if it weren't visible enough before. On the other hand, Lily refused to believe this considering he had walked out on her. Maybe he wanted her, but had thought ahead of a possible pregnancy? After all, she had been the impulsive one and maybe he wanted a relationship. Then again, when had he ever had a relationship? In all these years at Hogwarts James had never dated.

Which was certainly questionable as he was a remarkably handsome, charming, intelligent and overall simply perfect. Not to mention rich and one of the most popular in the entire school. Despite all this everyone was left dumbfounded, but Lily thought she had an answer. Perhaps he had held out for her? Could he love her so much as to respect her decision and choose maturely when she was out of control?

That would explain why he seemed reluctant to talk to her, maybe he was afraid of being heartbroken. Had he risen his hopes of a relationship and figured that the morning had been a momentary lapse of judgment on her part? Whatever it was she couldn't help but stare at him in classes when she should've been taking notes. Rumors were that the two had a falling out but were deeply in love. Lily didn't know about James but she was beginning to like him increasingly everyday.

At the end of the uncomfortable and lonely week Lily knew exactly what to do. Also ignoring her friends likewise he did with his, she set out plans to find out his feelings firsthand. In order to do this there would be intricate plans and she was hopeful that it would work out. Her heart constricted at the thought of failure before snapping out of the negative thoughts. It was better not to dwell on such things. If he didn't want her she'd have to make him, she thought resolutely.

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A scantily clad figure could be determined in the nighttime making its way up to the Head Boy's room. The figure had red hair and green eyes and was definitely the Head Girl. What was surprising was the mere sensual lingerie she was in beneath her flimsy nightdress. She entered the room and was surprised at what she saw inside: There was no Head Boy. Damn. However, there was a piece of parchment which she recognized as the Marauder's Map; they had shown it to her when she asked what they did on nights during full moon.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Immediately dots lit up the parchment revealing the locations of persons in the castle. One in particular caught her eye as questions exploded in her mind. Taking the map she headed in the direction of the dungeons. Corridor after corridor passed and a close encounter with the caretaker and finally she reached the destination. What she saw shocked her beyond belief and made her want to gouge her eyes out: Severus Snape was currently sucking energetically on the cock of James Potter.

James was gay! Her mind screamed as she looked in disgust at the sight. They were enemies! Damn that Snape! Although James looked and sounded good with the light revealing his lovely torso and his moans making her wet. Snape had a surprisingly good torso as well, but his limbs are very skinny and his skin was pale. Damn Snape, how could he take away James! He's not supposed to be gay! Back off Snape, she thought. Frowning, she realized James had used her all these years as a shield to his true sexuality.

Of course, she couldn't help but growl as she watched James orgasm into Snape's mouth. Immediately the two broke apart and she was surprised as Snape's face turned from that of startling shock to triumph. Everything clicked—why Snape "hated" James so much, why e hae hated her, why James couldn't have sex with her in the shower—and her heart was shattered into pieces.

James stammered, "Err, hi, Lily?" He gaped.

Smirking like a cat who got the canary, Snape stood up and put on his clothes. Passing by her, he hissed malevolently, "He's all mine and don't you forget it."

For once in her lifetime, Lily was left speechless. This meant war.

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The next week turned out to be even more uncomfortable than the previous. Snape was always smirking at her, James seemed confused, and Lily seemed depressed and violent. Every second she spent was watching James. In classes his unruly hair dominated her daydreams—in night, her vivid fantasies. Every morning she awoke to the ending of Snape sucking on James who appeared to be in ecstasy.

Conversation was awkward between the Head Boy and Head Girl. Their actions very conscious and Lily wished that James liked her. At night she stole his invisibility cloak (Foolishly leaving it lying around, tsk, tsk) to watch him and his partner. They weren't as intense as prior to the interruption during a certain act. She couldn't help but watch, she realized now that she really did love him. That emotional and physical attach had had been existent for a while.

It was now that she realized the extent of the emotional attraction. The reason why she had loathed him so much was evident—he was simply too good for her. She wanted him to take her into bed, in his arms, to make love... He wanted that rotten scum of a Slytherin. Never before had she felt such an animosity toward that slimy creature as now—not even when he had called her a mudblood.

She was frustraand and in tears at night, hating herself for caring enough to cry. For caring about him as he made love to that bat. If only she could make him want her. All this had started off as a desire to shag. Lust potions could do that, right? Hmm, that seems to be a good idea, she though. Indeed, a lust potion would make him want her physically and she was a friend so the emotional attraction must be there. Yeah, that's right, it has to be there...

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Three weeks later, James Potter entered her as she straddled his nude form after a meeting with Snape. She had no knickers on and was wearing her robes, hoping the potion worked; it had been an extremely difficult and tedious to brew. Feeling his arousal deflate, she was brought back to reality. James snapped out of his daze and raised one eyebrow. Damn. Not even a kiss. Her sex tingled with excitement and was hornier than ever.

She tried to ride him, but he still was limp inside her. A tear dripped down her cheek and he looked sympathetic. He hugged her form to him and she relaxed under his comfort. She shivered as he turned his head to her ear, the breath sending sensations to the base of her spine. Perhaps it was a bad idea giving him the lust potion before his meeting. The things he and Snape did were just ugh! He and Snape had been very passionate moments ago.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't help my desires."

Lily fell asleep to his heartbeat as he carried her and the invisibility cloak back to the Head's Tower. James grinned at the thought of how hard a female was trying to get into his pants. Maybe he could offer oral the next time, he remembered how frustrating not being with Sirius had been (Sirius liked Remus and was unaware of his feelings). Then an accident had led to him being with Snape. However, James simply couldn't return his previous feelings to her. A part of him should be mad at her manipulations, but wholwhole situation was rather ironic and somewhat humorous...

And surprisingly arousing when he thought of her want for him.

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Week later, Lily emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped snugly around herself. Having washed her wand she bunched her towel up slightly as she relaxed on the bed. Immediately, let let her thoughts turn naughty as a glint lit her clouded eyes. Remembering James's body she imagined him making love to her on a bed. Tingles spread between her legs and she slid her wand into her sex.

"OH!"

The sensation was amazing, never had she known something could feel so good. Head rolling back she inched the wand slowly into her, desperately trying to relax her tight muscles. Sliding it slowly back out, she did this a few times and was able to relax. Then she hastened the pace and moved the wand deeper and deeper with every thrust.

"Yes, oh holy fuck."

Lily moaned with pleasure as she increased the pace further, thrusting further. Her hips met the wand with a heaviness at the base of her stomach threatening to expand. Other hand reaching to her chest. Soon she was screaming when she finally noticed James standing at the door looking surprisingly interested. She had been rotating the wand inside her and thrusting frantically. She realized with a start how embarrassing of a compromising situation this was.

Flushing red and seconds from mumbling an explanation, she stopped as he started to walk over. Wordlessly he removed the wand as Lily gaped at him. Pushing her onto her back he lowered his mouth to her lower regions and inserted his tongue. Stars exploded beneath her eyes and she could see millions of dots and intricate patterns inside her mind. Questions rose iiateiately but his tongue felt so... Wet.

"James! Oh yeah, don't stop! Dear God..."

He merely moved his tongue in circles near the perimeter and as he delved deeper he continued the pattern. She felt the sensations expand inside of her as waves of pleasure threatened to break out any second. She released a number of sultry moans as he slid his tongue repeatedly over her clit. He entered two fingers inside her unexpectedly and she felt her muscles clench.

The juices released and he continued to lick and nibble, adding to the orgasm. Finally he kissed her sex, thighs, and got up. Lowering her towel to cover her sex, he reached over. He was going to kiss her! Her heart leapt and her stomach flipped over. Almost panting, Lily felt his breath in her ears.

"Feel better?"

She nodded and he left. Then she realized that he did not like her. Damn James Potter and his charity. Although, she could still feel the pleasure inside her and remembered how his tongue had felt. She grabbed again her wand and continued what she had started before at a high speed. Screams vibrated throughout the room and in the end she lay there completely aware of an invisible presence panting.

A sly smile formed as she thought of a new plan—it was so simple that maybe, just maybe, she might actually receive a kiss for once. James currently enjoyed her need for him and she was going to show how much she wanted him tonight. Snape would encounter a rough stomach after dinner... Never before had James Potter ever truly been able to appreciate female beauty, had he? No, she would make him do so hopefully tonight.

Maybe Snape himself didn't arouse James. Maybe it was the manic glint in his eyes as he stared at James intently. Maybe it was the desperation in Snape's eyes. Lily was sure she was more desperate than Snape and she'd show it to James. Tonight.

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An hour had passed and still Snape was nowhere to be seen.

"Ouch!"

An owl had nipped his finger. Unprofessional owls these days... James took the parchment and opened the letter.

"Sick, can't come. ~ Severus"

Too bad, he was feeling very horny for some reason. About to leave, someone tapped his shoulder.

"What now Lily?" he sighed.

Feeling with his hands he reached out and removed the invisibility cloak from Lily. The sight amazed him as she stood there completely without an article of clothing. Realizing her feminine aspects he was amazed to discover that he had never actually seen her. How many times he had said he was not attracted, yet he had not ever actually viewed her without her clothes. The memory of her wet, with the nightie clinging to her curves entered his mind.

Remembering how she passionately went to please herself with a wand. Remembering how she had screamed out his name, imagined awfully naughty things he was doing to her. Remembering how many attempts she had made to actually shag him literally. She had been too direct he realized, she had skipped a few steps. And seeing those steps, he finally wanted to skip them as well and get down to business. Wait, this was weird! Maybe it was another lust potion. Weird, he had never felt this for a girl before. Then again, he had never seen a girl in this state before.

James could not talk, he simply could not deny what he wanted right now. He wanted her and he did what his body wanted: He kissed her, pushing her against the cold wall. From the kiss electricity passed between the two. She shivered from the cool contact against her back and the unexpected action. Was this the same boy that had only moments ago earlier been unable to kiss her as the one who was exploring her body intimately? The same body as the one who was displaying such levels of passion that had been denied to her in the past?

Oh yeah! Her plan was working, she was a genius! Though, did her being nude really make this much of a difference? Hmm... At least the noises she was making (Damn, he sure could snog) were turning him on. His hands were roughly rubbing furiously against the curves of her chest. There was a frenzy in his eyes and his pants as well, Lily thought delightedly as she felt the unmistakable bulge pressing against her thigh. He pushed her upwards, hands gripping her hips as he sought to feel her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he pinned her more tightly against the wall.

Breathless, her brain registered in the haze of desire that this man was supposed to be gay. She didn't care though, he was the one kissing her face with hands tangled in her hair. He was the one pulling her toward him as he pulled away and entered a lonely classroom. He was the one who was pulling out his wand while groping her ass with the other hand. A conjured bed soon lay in the middle of the classroom, tables and chairs having been parted using magic. Silencing and locking spells were placed on the door, she thought excitedly.

She absolutely was delighted when James threw her onto the bed making her hair fan in ripples like a halo. Any illusions an outsider might have of her being an angel were broken immediately. There would definitely be second thoughts of her innocence had one seen the way she groped him as he pounced on top. The way her hands sought his muscles, the way she pressed her pelvis against his, or the way she kissed him enthusiastically.

While Lily undid the buttons, she couldn't help but marvel at the abdominal muscles. Flashes of him nude in the shower passed through her brain. Remembrance of his buff body lying at the mercy of his arch nemesis no longer brought dread and disgust—instead she trembled with excitement as she realized he was now hers. She could do what she wanted with him and he would enjoy it as much as he had enjoyed that blowjob Snape had given him.

She would make him forget Snape and she'd literally blow his mind away. James unbuckled his belt and aggressively tried taking off his boxers which were tied around his knees. Lily giggled at his enthusiasm while reversing positions and sat on top of his thrashing legs while he stared with fiery desperation. He released a guttural sound as she lowered her lips and squirmed for her to sheath him. Immediately he contented in the moisture and warmth of her mouth. Pure bliss as her wet tongue attacked his manhood.

As she took him in further, his erection shifted and he was pressing on the inside of her cheek. After ten seconds he was forced out of her mouth only for her to kiss the underneath of his tips. Lips teasing his shaft, sliding up and then her tongue wrapping around. He moaned and she took him in her mouth again. This time her head bobbed up and down, thr throating him. Her tongue rubbing continuously against his shaft and sensitivity, hands caressing his balls. The slight roughness of her tongue, moisture of her mouth, and softness of her lips were driving him mad.

James could feel the feeling rising and he couldn't help it. He felt the clenching of his stomach muscles and something flowing within. Soon his essence burst into her throat, her faltering only causing it to be more sensual. Three or four spurtse ane and he lay limply on the bed, trying to recover from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Never before had he felt this with Snape, her softness of the hands and lips was making him insane. Her delicate hands, innocence was arousing him beyond comprehension.

Watching her beam down at him, chest heaving up and down, he felt the erection return. She was crawling over to him and snuggling against his chest, touching the muscles. Slender legs grazing his legs, hardened nipples brushing his ribs, auburn curls gracefully falling in front of her eyes, and her soft facial expression. Lily wanted him, she wanted to feel his erection, she wanted to taste his sperm, she wanted to kiss him, she wanted him. The creamy white skin, the luscious
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Lily ran her fingers through his messy hair. That had been her first sexual experience (James's prior rejections not counting) and she could understand why Snape had desired him so badly. James had been obsessed with her breasts and attacked them thoroughly. His fingers had explored her sex, making her gasp and squeal. Lily didn't know what had changed his mind, but she was glad that James was bisexual. Now that she had a taste of him, she was never letting go. He was hers and hers alone. Damn, he was really good at sex. His personality was also magnificent; he was the most intelligent student and had immeasurable charm.

Getting up she moved south, taking into memory his nudity. She was going to make sure he would never leave her. Make sure that her want overwhelmed Snape's (Not very hard to do considering his overall attractiveness) so that he'd stay with her. Hand gripping his penis, she traced a finger down the middle. It shivered and he stirred, waking up from slumber. Lily lowered her head and as she took him in, James moaned with pleasure and fingers sliding into her curls. He moaned her name all the way while she used her tongue, lips, mouth, and hands. Swallowing afterwards, she rose and moved away shaking her hips.

James tackled her to the ground and she let him take control. Lily lay pinned moaning against the ground with a triumphant sparkle in her eyes and pleasure coursing through her veins. James Potter would be forever the possession of Lily Evans and she'd never let go. Take that Snivellus, she thought scathingly and screamed as the orgasm crashed within her. Kissing her boyfriend tenderly as they relaxed on the carpet. James Potter with her and no one else.

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Meanwhile, a certain paralyzed Slytherin lying at the bottom of a closet couldn't help but appreciate how much the Head Girl was deserving of torture. Not only had the bitch managed to somehow discover the potion in the shampoo, but she had also been able to circumvent the problem. No doubt she had brewed some very complicated potion to counteract his leash on Potter. He hadn't fail to observe how Potter's concentration would waver at times. Until, finally, he supposed Potter had overcame the obstacle.

Two of his brilliant plans. The potion in the shampoo to grant the usertfultful feelings towards the person whom the user possessed the most passionate feelings for. The lust inducing soap. How could they fail? How did Evans manage it? How infuriated he had made Potter that entire week, depths of his efforts wasted! Wasted! All that hatred he ignited gone to waste!

Blast that Evans! What was she doing using Potter's bathing materials, anyway?

Great, now the two would be in shag utopia and when the stuff stops working they'd be very min lin lust and love anyway to realize. Wonderful. He had just matched the duo together. He had just fucking helped the dimwits at Gryffindor. Fucking wonderful. If only he could do it again, he wouldn't have added the sexually attracting scent to the soap... It would have kept that damn Evans away. Still, he couldn't do anything but stare dumbly as he comprehended his contribution in making Potter bisexual. Or rather making him recognize that.

Were it not for that theiving brat Potter would never have realized. Stupid seduction... Seduction. The only thing which would under any circumstances lead to that realization of bisexuality. Bloody hell. How he hated the two of them—Potter and Evans. Not that he cared. Not like he had any motivation other than a sense of power over Potter. Nope. None at all.

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