Party Games

Chapter 1: Seven Minutes In Heaven

"Have you ever heard of the game 'Seven Minutes In Heaven'?"

"No, Mary, I haven't." Lily was curled up on the sofa. The "party", as they called it, was rather boring, and she would much rather be somewhere reading a good book.

Not to say Lily didn't like parties - she just didn't like boring ones.

"It goes like this," said Mary from her seat on the floor. "You go into a closet, and then someone else goes in, too, and they have seven minutes to do whatever they want to you." The brunette smiled mischieviously past a bottle of Butterbeer.

"Interesting," Lily said truthfully. Hey! Just because she was a bookworm didn't mean she didn't appreciate the existence of man. In fact, a small part of her thought it might be to try this game - if the boys involved weren't too disgusting.

And so the first party game commenced.

People could only play if they were single, Mary declared, and they could not choose their partner. The girls stood in a nervous line to use the closet while Mary stood by with a stopwatch. Boys were plucked out of groups at random and shoved into the closet.

Alice and Frank had just recently emerged, both looking rather embarrassed with themselves; Lily was shoved - somewhat unwillingly - into the little room.

A moment later the door opened and a body tumbled in. The identity of the person was immediately clear, despite the lack of lighting.

Who else could it be but Potter? Lily thought. This isn't chance, this is conspiracy.

"Heya, Lily," James said cockily before planting his lips on hers.

She would've struggled if not for the rules of the game - James could do whatever he wanted, as long as it remained PG-13. Lily was a lot of things, but she wasn't a cheater, and she certainly wasn't stupid enough to pass up this opportunity for the perfect hookup.

So she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard; James, probably surprised at this, pulled back.

"Wow," he breathed. "I - er -" And suddenly all confidence was lost.

"They're listening at the door," Lily informed him. "So shut up." And she kissed him again.

James took the initiative and moved his lips over hers, albeit awkwardly; his hands slid to her waist and he marveled at the fact that he actually wasn't being pushed away. Every few seconds they'd pull apart for breath.

Lily traced her tongue along his lower lip and he opened his mouth slightly with an animalistic noise. Her tongue lightly slid along his teeth, then touched his - James moaned - and they were both again lost in a sea of hands and mouths.

One of James's hands moved up to her face, touching her cheek, her ear, the curve of her jaw - anything he could get. He broke away from her lips, panting and sucking in air like drink through a straw.

Lily gasped as he moved closer, placing what felt like searing hot lips against her collarbone. He brushed his mouth along her neck for a while, hissing a little too loudly, holding her a little too long.

There was a loud knock on the door and both were startled out of their sudden frolick. James took care to straighten his glasses, which had been knocked askew, and adjust his collar; Lily patted down her hair and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

"Decent?"

"Yes," James replied, sounding giddy.

And so they exited, the game was over, and the seven minutes of pure heaven were up.