Chapter 1

She was there again. She came every night now and it seems there was nothing he could do about it. Was she haunting him? There had to be a reason he always saw her. Every evening progressed the same and this night was no exception. He was seated in the Gryffindor common room, alone because of the lateness of the night. The fire had been reduced to mere cinders and the only sound bouncing off the tapestry walls was the sound of James' quill scratching against blank parchment. He had been working for over an hour and as he placed his quill down, he realized how tired he was. His hands were cramped and his neck ached from the schoolwork he was constantly immersed in. As he leaned back to stretch the sore muscles in his back, he saw her.

She was walking down the dormitory staircases , hair everywhere and eyes still groggy. But James had never seen Lily look so beautiful. She wore a white nightgown that barely made it to the middle of her thigh. With it being held on by two small straps and showing ample cleavage, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As she continued down the stairs, she smiled lazily at James. His eyes widened at her expression and he quickly glanced behind him to see if another had come into the room. But the room was just as it was before, silent except for the sound of their own breathing. He then turned from her and stared into the dying fire. As his breathing increased and his heartbeat quickened, he thought of his first form of action. Be cool James. Stay calm and be cool. As he collected himself he looked up to see a angelic Lily gliding towards him. She nimbly dragged her hand along the edge of the sofa as she came to sit on the coffee table in front of James. He opened his mouth to speak when she rested her elbows on her knees, showing more breast, and gave a beautiful smile to James. He was speechless. It was only after a few seconds that he recovered enough to finally speak.

"Hi Lily. How are you this even..."

He was silenced by a slender finger placed upon his lips. He swallowed awkwardly as the finger glided down his chin and onto his throat. Lily made lazy figures upon his collarbone as her finger dipped onto the chest revealed by his loosened tie and unbuttoned shirt. The finger that lay upon his smooth chest became a hand that further unbuttoned his uniform.

"Lily, I really d-don't think you should uh, should be doing this."

"James, James, James. I've seen the way you look at me, the way your breathing shortens at the mere sound of my voice. Very much like it is doing now. I know what you have been thinking when you see me doing my school work or walking to class. The thoughts of you and I together... intimately. It's etched into your very face; it's burned into your mind. So I am confused as to why you would be asking me to stop when the very thing you have been dreaming of all this time is about to come true."

"Shouldn't we talk about this a little?"

"Talking can only make this moment worse. Don't you feel it?"

"What?"

"The way my skin feels against yours. The way your chest seems to be on fire after I've touched it. The way you feel inside when I am so close to you that you can kiss me."

James swallowed hard before responding. "Yeah, I feel it."

He was suddenly emboldened by her forward words and he lifted his shaky hand, placing it upon her ivory arm. With the back of his hand, he stroked her skin, sliding down until it rested upon her own hand. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them once more to span her hands across his expansive chest. He looked into her eyes and saw the brilliant, green eyes that were now clouded with lust. She cocked an eyebrow before he looked down to see her hands pushing his shirt off of his shoulders to make a pool on the Gryffindor couch. She giggled as she loosened his tie and slid it up over his head.

She looked at his chest and let out a soft whistle. She looked up at him and he smiled sheepishly.

"Um, what can I say?"

"You could say that all that Quidditch practice has done you a lot of good James Potter."

Her glance trailed down to his hands, which were trembling with anxiety.

"James, relax." As she spoke these two words, she rose from the coffee table and seated herself upon his broad legs. With her knees enclosing his own, her sheer, white night gown glided higher up her smooth thigh. James' breath hitched as his growing arousal was trapped under her and he caught sight of her creamy skin. Relaxing was the last thing on his mind.

"I'm finding it very difficult to relax Lily."

"Well, let me help you."

She grabbed his shaky hand and placed it on her thigh, below the hem of her night gown.

He hitched his breath at finally feeling the skin he had dreamt about for months.

"That didn't really help."

"No?" she asked innocently. "Let me try something else."

Her mouth dropped to the hot skin of his collarbone as she began licking her way down his chest. As she came to the crevice between his nipples, she halted to look up at James. His head had fallen back onto the couch and he was struggling for breath. She smiled, dipping her head to place her lips over his nipple. As she nibbled and licked his nipple, she could feel his arousal growing and pressing against her. His breath became more labored and his hand slipped farther up her thigh. He suddenly turned rigid. Lily stopped her delicate moves.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just that you, you aren't wearing any... any underwear."

She smiled wickedly. "That's right."

She lowered her head once more to kiss his abdomen while her hands began to unbuckle his belt. Lily gasped for air as his hands came around to cup her bottom, pulling her further into his lap so that her hips touched his stomach, drawing her closer to his erection. She laughed as he slid his hands softly up to her waist. He had not yet gathered enough courage to venture to the hidden place between her legs. He lifted her chin so he could see her face. She rose from his chest and looked at him.

"What are you thinking about James?"

"About how long I have been waiting for this. How much I want you right now. You are driving me crazy."

"Am I?"

The only response that she got was a slow nod, his eyes concentrated on something other than her face. She grabbed his hands from her waist and placed them roughly upon her breasts. She guided him as she moved his hands in circles around her breasts, letting them tease her nipples slightly. She let her hands fall and her head lolled around from the pleasure she felt from his hands on her body. She began whimpering from the tension growing in her lower stomach, and she was soon emitting soft moans. She opened her eyes when she felt him suddenly stop.

"Why did you stop?" She whined the question causing James to groan with lust.

She looked down to see him fumbling with the buttons that made a line down the center of her night gown. She grasped James' hands that were nervously trying to undue her nightgown and began slowly undoing the buttons herself. James couldn't believe this was happening. He was about to see what he had been longing to see for what seemed like ages. After feeling her perfect bottom and flat stomach, the sight of her breasts alone would send him over the edge. And he couldn't wait much longer. As the last button was about to be undone and her beautiful body be revealed, she stopped. She opened her mouth to speak and what came out was quite unusual.

"Jesus James! Why do we have to go through this everyday?"

James gave her a puzzled look. "What?"

"Get the hell out of bed!"

The image of Lily was suddenly lost and James sat straight up in his four post bed covered in sweat. As his blurred vision became clear, he saw his three roommates hurriedly getting dressed for the school day ahead. He looked at his friend Sirius, who in his rushed state took a moment to glance at his friend.

"Thank God. I thought you had gone into some kind of coma. Get the hell up. We're fucking late."

James pulled back his comforter and set his feet on the cold wood floor. He stood up and stretched back, remembering the way Lily's hands had felt on his chest and along the top of his pants.

"So Prongs, did you have a nice slumber? Was it filled with pleasant dreams?"

"Yeah, in fact it was. How did you know?"

"Oh, I don't know. I think the first thing that gave it away was... the giant bulge in your pants!"

James looked down to see that the huge erection he had felt when Lily rocked on his lap had continued to reality. He smiled sheepishly as his roommates chuckled at his current condition. He moved quickly to the bathroom and considered the ways in which to get rid of his current situation. He decided a cold shower would be the best remedy. As he let the freezing water wash over his burning skin, he relished in the memories of the night before. As he went through the fantasy for the third time, he wondered why last night's dream had left a remnant the next morning for all of his friends to see. He had had the same dream for over a week and he had never become so aroused. This thought brought him to another. Why did he never get to see what he had been waiting so long to catch a glimpse of? She always reached the bottom button and then the dream ended. This unfortunate ending was not only causing him to loose sleep but also the sexual frustration was becoming unbearable. Every time he now saw Lily, it brought to mind obscene thoughts of her licking his nipple and him groping her bottom.

He stepped out of the shower and thought of the real Lily. The quiet beauty he had only noticed about two months ago. As he walked up to the mirror and began gelling his unruly hair, his three friends waltzed into their bathroom. No longer concerned with the time, they only smiled before beginning their questions. Padfoot began the interrogation.

"So... who was it about this time?"

"No one in particular."

"Bullshit. Who?"

"Will you get the hell off of my back? I'm trying to get ready here. It was you who informed me just how late we were."

Remus came up behind him, looking at him through the mirror. "I don't suppose it was a Miss Evans?"

James continued to shave as if he hadn't heard the question. His friends began making obscene noises behind him and he couldn't help but smile.

"We were wondering when you were going to crack. I mean, how could you not? I know I wouldn't be able to last long with her beautiful red hair so close to me, her scent lingering under my nose, her knee always accidentally touching mine. The long, stuffy nights in the library are really getting to you. Not to rain on your parade Prongs, but I doubt you can get that. Not only is she a year older than you, but she is also your tutor, not to mention a bit of a prude."

"Padfoot, I would appreciate it if you gave me a little more credit than that. You and I together have had a very good portion of the worthy females at this school."

He turned away from the sink, razor still in hand and stood up straight, taking on the pose of a world-class athlete.

"Over the years, my skills have only been sharpened and I feel that I am ready for this challenge."

Remus and Sirius smiled at their friend's overwhelming arrogance. "Doubtful, very doubtful," Sirius remarked. "You have been hinting to her for a month now and she hasn't really gotten any of it. She's clueless. I doubt you will suddenly be able to make your intentions clear to her."

"Oh, we'll see."

"Fine, fine. So... let's hear this dream."

He grinned as he dropped his razor into the warm water of his sink. "Well, I've been having it for over a week."

He continued to tell the story of his encounter with Lily as they walked nonchalantly to breakfast. They listened intently as they all sat down at the Gryffindor table. He was just revealing the bit where he began to unbutton her night gown when the object of his admiration walked towards them.

"She was on the last button. She had even undone it and I was just about to get a glimpse. I was so cl..."