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Cruel Summer
The steaming
water beat down on James’ back as he pushed his head under the strong jets. He
enjoyed feeling the nearly-scorching liquid run down his body after Quidditch training. It released his tight muscles and also
helped him think clearly. There was a kind of peace that took him after playing
Quidditch…as though something deep inside him had
been sated and was finally able to relax.
The disruption
of voices broke into his mind and caused him to stop and open his eyes. They
were male voices. The low laughter of boys, that had
just cracked a stupid joke or something rather sordid.
James kept
quiet and swiftly turned the water off, increasing the volume of their voices
and allowing him to hear them better.
‘Nah…course
we’ll beat Gryffindor,’ the voice laughed.
Ok…they’re
not Gryffindor’s…wait a sec…NO YOU BLOODY WON’T!
James felt
like ripping the door open, grabbing this stupid person and kicking the crap
out of him. He was tremendously passionate about Quidditch
and had only lost matches in extreme cases…very extreme. The Marauder listened
hard again, filtering out the others laughter and movement to hear actual
words.
‘You know…if
we do win this match, I might actually push the odds in my favour of getting
her.’
What?
He heard the Quidditch team either groan or snort with laughter. Another
voice then caught his attention.
‘Yeah
right…everyone knows she’s in Potters pocket!’
At the mention
of his name, James felt the anger in him increase for some reason. He couldn’t
recognise the voices of these people, but felt uneasy at the sheer knowledge
that they apparently seemed to know him.
Who’s in my
pocket? A girl? Cool!
‘Maybe she
is…but that doesn’t stop me from going after her myself…and anyway, she might
change her mind when she sees me kick Potters arse on the field.’
Their laughter
tested James’ ability of control. He leant his head against the cold, ceramic
tiles and screwed his eyes shut.
Oh…I’m so gonna enjoy beating the shit out of you…whoever you are…
‘I didn’t
think she was dating Potter.’
‘Apparently
she’s not…but there’s something going on there.’
Who am I
supposed to be dating?
The boy
laughed, ‘I bet he’s into her…I mean, anyone living with her would have to
notice her soon enough…probably jerks off to her in the next room.’
It was that
second that James realised who they were talking about…Lily. That guy
liked…Lily.
His Lily.
The surge of
rage that flew up from his toes to the top of his head, made thinking an
exceptionally difficult thing to do. He just about refrained from launching
himself out of the cubicle door, stark naked.
Fucking
twat! He’s never going to get her…I’ll break his legs before he even manages to
ask her!
‘Hmmm,’ the
boy continued, ‘I dunno what I’d do if I was in his
position…jump her and fuck that sweet little body probably.’
Laughter
filled the changing room. James couldn’t believe the stuff they were saying
about her. Lily wasn’t like that…he wouldn’t let her be like that…he’d die
before he let some random guy take her.
‘Come on
Matt…like Potter would let you do that.’
‘Oh yeah?’ he
snapped, ‘Potter’s probably had the same idea…Lily must look good enough to
eat…no one around…no witnesses.’
Matt? Who
the fuck is Matt?
Anger was
pulsing through his veins, as if the only thing keeping his body focused was
liquid rage, instead of blood. James was certain this Matt guy was going to
feel what pain really was. James pulled his trousers on in fury, replaying the
disgusting ideas the boy had suggested that he did to Lily.
God Lil…this bastard’s gonna pay!
‘So how far have you got with her?’
This stopped
James dead in his tracks, and he listened intently.
‘Progressing,’
James heard the smile in his voice, ‘any day now she’s gonna
be aching to get into my bed…guys, that virgin’s gonna
be mine.’
James tore the
door open, slamming it against the ceramic wall and the crash silencing the
large changing room. He looked at the boys as he walked into the room, his
shirt askew in the rage of pulling it on. The moment he saw them, everything
fit into place like a sick and twisted jigsaw.
He
acknowledged the Ravenclaw chaser with pure contempt,
‘Hmm, really? Somehow…I don’t think so.’
After the
shock of everything he’d said being heard by the Head Boy, Matthew narrowed his
dark eyes, ‘Ohhh, I get it…he does have a thing for
the Head Girl.’
James fumed as
he watch him leer, ‘Appropriate name don’t you think?’
He restrained
himself from pointing his wand at the boy and shouting the worst Unforgivable
curse he knew. Instead he gritted his teeth and spoke, his cerulean eyes
glittering with confined venom.
‘I’d kill
you…before you even got close enough to look at her.’
Matthew looked
at him with mock regret, ‘Sorry mate…bit late for that…she seems to want to get
close quite a lot…and I’m not going to deprive her of that.’
James laughed
sarcastically, ‘and you think I’d just let her go off with you…you’re a fucking
idiot!’
‘Come on now
Potter…what’s a little sharing between captains…you have her in the mornings, I
have her at night.’
Forgetting all
means of wizard fighting, James lunged at the Ravenclaw
and slammed a hard punch into the side of his face. He grabbed him, throwing
them both to the floor and punched him around the face a few more times. He
didn’t think; he just saw Matthew and Lily in his head, her beautiful smile and
pretty laughter…and it being destroyed by Matthew’s sick threats.
James felt
himself being wrenched away from the boy under his fists, and he fought against
them; needing to feel his hard punches against the sticky bloodied face that
was Matthew Reede. It was just a red haze…a void of
everything except retribution.
Someone
slapped him hard across the face, and he grabbed them hard, throwing the
opposing body to the cold, hard floor of the changing room.
‘For fuck sake Prongs! What’s wrong with you?’
The haze
lifted quickly, his nickname somehow being the password to his normal self.
James was latched onto Sirius, his hands gripping his clothes and pinning him
to the ground. He let go quickly and sat back, surveying the room quickly.
Peter and Remus were standing by the door and looking
at him, a worried shock distorting their features. The Ravenclaw
Quidditch team were either huddled by their severely
injured captain, or looking at him with a new distasteful fear.
Sirius got up
and straightened his clothes, watching his best friend in confusion.
The rest of
the Marauders had been walking towards the Quidditch
field, looking for their friend, when they heard shouts and cries of people.
Finding James pounding the crap out of the boy, Sirius had tried to intervene –
only ending up on his arse, nearly getting a punch from James himself.
James didn’t
know what to do as he sat there. He didn’t feel sorry for doing it…it was for
Lily, not him.
Not like
she’ll ever be grateful for it though.
James examined
the split skin over his knuckles, the pain slowly dulling the anger. Grabbing
his Broomstick and remaining Quidditch stuff, he
walked slowly towards the changing room exit.
‘Prongs?’ he
heard Sirius call out to him.
He ignored him
continuing towards the door.
‘Hey…James?’
James didn’t
care. If he couldn’t have her…nothing would matter anymore.
**************************
Lily stormed
into the Head Common Room; bursting through the door, and slamming it shut
behind her. James sprung awake from his sleeping position on the sofa. He sat
up and rubbed his eyes groggily, and Lily walked over to him, anger flaring in
her deep green eyes.
‘What the hell
did you think you were doing?’ she shrieked at him.
James
subconsciously backed away on the sofa from her voice, and grimaced at the look
of fury on her face.
‘I can’t
understand why you’re so stupid James!’ she continued, ‘you pick fights with
people…you are so ridiculous it makes me sick!’
After waking
up a bit more, he brain processed what she had spat at him and he glared at
her, standing up, ‘Lily, I…’
‘Just shut
up!’ she snapped, ‘…you are meant to be Head Boy, James! How could you be so
immature?’
James watched
the girl in front of him pace back and forth, shooting glares and looks of
disgust at him. Lily had heard about the fight between the two boys at dinner
as it was all the Gryffindor table could talk about,
and also that James had provoked it – which she wasn’t surprised of. She had
made her way to the Head Common Room after dinner was over, knowing he would be
there. She couldn’t grasp why he would be such an idiot to jeopardise his
position in the school, just over some disagreement.
God! Why do
boys have to get physical? Why can’t they just use their brains for once in
their lives?
Lily looked
back at the Marauder, ‘Do you realise that you could get suspended? What are
you going to do then?’
‘Not much I
can do is there Lily!’ James growled folding his arms across his chest.
She turned to
face him, ‘Well maybe you should go and speak to Professor Dumbledore. Tell him
that you didn’t mean to or something…apologise maybe.’
James couldn’t
believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, they were ludicrous…there
was no way he was going to do that. He imagined himself doing all of those
things…apologising to Reede and pleading with
Dumbledore…no way.
‘I’m not going
to apologise Lily! And what I did…I very much don’t
regret!’
Lily narrowed
her eyes at him, ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’
‘I thought you
were meant to be smart,’ he snarled, watching the anger spread over her face,
‘It means…I don’t regret showing that dickhead just what I think of him.’
‘Oh for god
sake,’ Lily barked, sick and tired of him, ‘Is this
all just because Matthew likes me?’
James paused,
stunned, ‘Wha…’
‘Because I
know James!’ she said cutting him off, ‘I know…about you…’
He frowned and
looked her, ‘About me?’
‘Yes,’ Lily
nodded, her eyes never leaving his ‘I know…about your feelings…for me.’
Erm…whatthefuck?
‘M-my feelings?’
‘Yes, and if
this is just some kind of male territory thing…just stop it!’
James wondered
if this whole thing was some kind of dream. She knew his feelings? How the hell
did that happen?
Ok, she
knows what you feel for her…but she still thinks that twat is some kind of god?
‘Lily, he
doesn’t like you,’ he said gently.
Her emerald
eyes dazzled with rage, and she spoke bitterly, ‘Well I care to differ!’
‘What?’ he
said incredulously, ‘Lily…look I wouldn’t lie about this!’
‘Oh really?’
she spat, ‘I would of thought it would come easy to you!’
‘For fuck
sake!’ he yelled in frustration, ‘why do you have to make this so difficult?’
‘Me?’ she
screeched back at him, ‘It was you trying to dispose of potential boyfriends!’
‘Lily, he was
going to fuck you then ditch you…relationship was not
going through his mind!
James had
thought he’d got through to her as she paused and looked at him, the raw hurt
showing evidently in her eyes. He watched her with open compassion and stepped
closer to her.
‘You say that
you love me James,’ she finally croaked.
‘Yes…Lily I
do…I don’t know h…’
‘Then why,’
she growled, ‘do you persist in trying to ruin everything good that happens in
my life!’
He stopped,
his mind not really registering fully the comment she just made, ‘What are y…’
‘You’re so
sick in the head James,’ she said, backing away from him, sharp tears stinging
her eyes, ‘Matthew wouldn’t do that…he’s not Sirius…’
‘Sirius has
nothing to do with this Evans!’
‘You’re lying James…I know you are…I’m not stupid…’
By this time
James thought he was going insane. He didn’t know why she wasn’t accepting
this, it was the truth after all, and he was getting tired of repeating
himself. He strode up to her retreating form, grabbing her arms hard and making
her flinch under his grip.
James looked
hard into her eyes, ‘Listen… I heard him informing the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team about
the stuff he was going to do with you! I’m not going to repeat it, because you
damn well won’t believe me! It was sick and disgusting! That’s why I punched
him…and that’s why I don’t regret it!’
Lily looked at
him, the fear showing clearly in her eyes. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want
her to be scared of him. She kept stealing small glances at his hands, as if he
might punch her.
God Lily,
don’t think that…I would never…
He felt her
shiver her under his hands, and he moved into her a little more. James didn’t
know what he was doing…he saw how delicate she was, and he wanted to wrap her
in his arms, and protect her from the likes of Matthew Reede
and everyone else. Despite her fiery and confident composure, she appeared in
front of him now as a naïve little girl, not really knowing what she was
getting herself into.
I wish I’d
killed Reede for taking advantage of that!
‘Lily…’ he
whispered, moving into her.
Lily couldn’t
think as she watched him advance on her. She liked the feeling of him holding
her, it felt as if nothing could hurt her…except maybe him. Her sense of reason
was damaged before he had grabbed her and Lily’s mind wasn’t acknowledging what
exactly was happening. All she knew next was the feeling of his lips pressing
down on hers, coaxing a low moan in her throat and a flare of electricity
through her body. Lily, not thinking, parted her lips as he moved his tongue
over them.
James was in
heaven. This felt so good. Her mouth was so warm and sweet as he
caressed her softly with his tongue, and the little whimpering noises that were
coming from her throat were delicious. He found that he had his hands tangled
in her auburn hair, running the rich colour through his fingers as he kissed
her. The taste of her was intoxicating…such a sweet and pure taste. God, he
wanted her…he wanted to possess her completely.
‘Lil…’ he breathed through the kisses, ‘god…I love you…’
James deepened
the intensity of the assault on her mouth; getting lost in the sensation of
her…here…with him…together. It was everything he wanted, and it was finally
happening. He moved her towards the back of the sofa, pressing her sinewy body
in between his and the soft material. James moved his hands down her sides,
gripping her hips; just wanting to feel her here, making sure it’s not some
cruel trick his mind was mercifully playing on him. He knew the truth when he
felt Lily’s small hands on his shoulders and he slid his hands back up her
body, gently kissing the base of her neck, and earning a whimper from her.
Lily felt a
shock run through her as his lips met the sensitive space of skin near her
collarbone, and she moaned from his hair brushing her skin, making it buzz with
a feeling of charged electricity. Hearing him mumbling incoherent words, her
mind was sent into an overdrive of questions and uncertainties.
Oh God,
what am I doing? I don’t get this…how did this happen? What does he think he’s
doing? This isn’t right, I don’t want this!
‘Mmm, Lil…baby you’re so
beautiful,’ she heard him sigh near her ear.
Lily cringed,
remembering everything and not wanting to believe. She placed her hands over
his wandering ones and tugged them off her body. James didn’t understand as she
pushed him away and he looked at her.
‘Lil?’ he ventured, unsure of what…and why…
‘Don’t…James…I
just…I didn’t want this…’
He moved into
her again, running his hand through her hair, and cupping her face. Lily looked
at him for a second then pulled away, moving out of the small space between the
sofa and his strong body.
‘Lily…please…don’t do this…I love you…’
She couldn’t
listen to him; couldn’t handle the situation. What was wrong with her? How come
she didn’t know what she was doing? It was as if he took her over for a moment
in time. Her senses were in overload and all she was able to do was respond to
his soft kisses…and delicate touches…
God, shut
up! I don’t love James!
She heard him
call her name again as she made her way to her bedroom door,
and she reluctantly turned around to look at him. He looked like a dishevelled
puppy; his hair was more messy than normal – where she knew she had ran her
fingers through it. His clothes were also a bit untidy, and Lily didn’t want to
know what she had done to do that.
‘Lil…’
‘Just stop
James, ok?’ she snapped, ‘that just then…it wasn’t me, I don’t want this…I
don’t want you James, after what has happened in the past, you can’t
really blame me can you?’
She turned
around, walking closer towards her bedroom door, and she turned back to James’
hurt expression, ‘I hope you don’t expect me to believe what you said about
Matthew…he’s not like that James, and I know he’s not…I’ll make up my own mind
thank you, and I don’t need anyone else’s contribution…
She paused,
‘I’ll see you in the morning.’
With that, she turned and opened the door to her room, leaving a thoroughly
hurt and confused James to watch her walk inside and close it firmly.
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