A/N: Be nice, please R&R

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing – unfortunately

Right first thing first. The title isn't mine. It belongs to Neil Young. Its two lines from 'Ohio' which (and this only applies to people with no sense of music history) was written as a protest song against the Kent State Shootings in May 1970. (I had to study it for GCSE. That and my mum loves him)

So well it's the last chapter. It's been fun and I hope you have enjoyed it. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, alerted, added or just plain read it. I hope this is adequate.

Btw – If you haven't read the book 'Nightlight' by Havard lampoon then you should. It's a parody of Twilight and fucking hilarious. (Speaking as someone who hates Bella, thinks Edward is a drip and can't stand the whole 'Oh Edward, Edward, I can't even brush my teeth without you' – but apart from that they are very good, oh and I hate the fact that no one dies in the last book, because come on that was a cop out!)

So without further ado, I introduce:

Chapter 31

The Finale

Aka

We're finally on our own… How can you run when you know?

The door bell goes, it's light outside and I can hear the sounds of Brownies beyond my window. I'm by the door. The carpet is slim green, the walls blood red, the lamp stares at me with its beady eyes. I open the door. Standing there is James, wearing a suit; he's carrying an orange lily. I don't know why. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is snarling, I scream – this isn't my James – I try to run. But there are vines like iron holding me down. He hovers above me, His eyes red and laughing like a madman. He tilts his head back and shouts. Holds the lily above me cackles and plunges it into me.

I wake with a scream. Realising it's a dream; I grasp the duvet, hugging it trying to get my breath back.

Every night it's different, But It always ends the same, James slaying me.

I can't stay in this room – It's to dark, like everything is watching me. I slip my slippers on and pad down stairs.

The kitchen is dark, but a small dim light streams though from the lane behind.

With the kettle boiled and a mug of Yorkshire tea. I sit on the sofa, wrap a blanket around me and settle down to watch Ceefax.

***

When I asked Dumbledore if I could leave, I thought it would solve all my problems. Go home, see Mum and Dad. Get away from everything. Get a new perspective on everything. Instead I get woken up every night by my nightmares about James killing me.

In the 3 weeks I've been back in home. I have baked on average about 3 cakes a day (In which I do include cookies and biscuits) Everyone at Dad's work is loving him – bringing in baked goodies everyday.

So all that is why I'm standing looking out of the kitchen window, in an old apron, waiting for my 3rd Victoria sponge to be cooked.

'Lily,' Mum calls my name softly as she wanders into the kitchen and stands next to me.

'Huh?'

'Why don't you get out?' she asks despairing. She's been asking me the same question since I got here. Along with all the questions about what happened – None of which I'll answer.

3 weeks earlier

'Pumpkin, what is the matter.' My dad asks his arms around me straight away. I don't answer I just cry into his shirt, clutching at it.

Somewhere the front door closes and He leads me into the living room. I'm placed on the sofa after my Mam has removed my coat. A cup of tea is placed in my hands. My dad uses his finger pads to wipe away my tears. That just makes me cry more. My Mam sits down, takes the tea of me and pulls me in.

After a minute or a day or a year I slowly pull away, roughly wiping at my face.

'Blossom, what is the matter?' She asks

I open my mouth but some part of me, some deep part of me. Maybe it's for protection, maybe it's for them or maybe it's for James. Tells my mouth to shut and not say anything. I shake my head

'Love, you have to tell us.' My dad asks softly. He would kill James if he knew.

'I just wanted to come home.' I stammer.

They both don't speak for a while. Until my dad speaks again, 'okay, fine. Why doesn't your mum run you a bath. How about a curry?' He smiles

'Mum, I don't want to.' I tell her

I see her shake her head, 'Look Lily.' I turn and look, 'This isn't healthy. Whatever it is. Coming back from school, doing your work in the evenings, baking non stop. Not going out of this house. You will have to sometime and…'

'Excuse me, the cake is ready.' I cut in, picking up a tea towel.

* * *

Have you ever felt that you were a second away from an answer, but whatever you did you just couldn't reach it? Well that's the feeling. That's the one that has plagued me since I got here – I've felt like an Egyptian.

It's not like I haven't tried. It's not like I don't sit at night with a pen poised, ready to write. Except nothing ever comes.

About a week after I got here I got a short note from Alice:

Lils,

Look I realise you're Lily Evans and you do odd things. But what the fuck do you think you are doing! James looks like hell and is acting like you're dead! I don't care about your excuses. Just get your Fucking Arse back here. And sort this out!

Alice

Which I assure you didn't help matters. I felt even worse. But somehow it didn't make we want to go back, it made we want to stay, so I wouldn't have to face the mess I had made from being a coward.

I can't explain why I did what I did. I should have just told him.

It seems so simple now I say it. Don't know why I thought that I couldn't. It's me and James. We're meant to be the one constant in this big scary world. We were meant to be the safety net, the thing that was always there. Never changing.

Us getting together was a certainty. Us staying together was never even questioned. Maybe that was what the problem was. Maybe because it was assumed we would get together and stay together we didn't try. Maybe once we got it, we stopped trying to keep it. If it was a certainty why would we even try? It would be like knowing you are going to win the lottery without a ticket. You don't go and spend a pound buying a ticket, do you?

The doorbell goes and I go and open it.

'Hello Mrs Davies.'

'Why Lily, I thought you were away at that boarding school of yours?' Mrs Davies asks nosily. Mrs Davies is the sort of women you would never dream of calling anything but Mrs Davies. She is a constant. She use to work in the mill, until it was closed down. She works in the Hospital now I think. Her granddaughter – Lucy Cripe was in my class although infants and juniors. She still goes to the High school I should have gone to – If it wasn't for the whole 'I have magical powers' thing

'Um, no Mrs Davies. The holidays are different.' I lie

'Oh.' She peers past me, 'Is your mother in?'

I step aside, 'In the living room.'

She brushes past me and into the living room.

Oh the wonders of home !

'Oh Lily, Mrs Davies was telling me how it was her Lucy's birthday last week.' My Mam tells me as I walk into the living room with 2 cups of tea.

'Oh, wish her happy birthday.' I say. Putting the tea on the table

'Oh you know Lily.' Mrs Davies say, no I don't please enlighten me, I beg of you, 'You should go with Lucy and her friends to the pub tonight.'

Shit! I hated Lucy in primary, and I really don't want to, 'I wouldn't want to impose on her Mrs Davies.'

She flaps her hands, 'oh don't be silly. She'll call for you about 7. She has to walk past here to get there anyway.' And with that she turns back to my mum and launches herself into a full blown conversation about this new family that have just moved in next door. I slunk off.

* * *

Finding something to wear to the pub is easy – you don't have to try, that's why it's a pub not a bar. But what do you wear when you're going to a pub by force with people that you either don't like or haven't actually seen since you were 11.

I take a deep breath and smooth down my shirt. I finger the necklace James gave me. And make sure his earrings are still in place. Then grab my jacket and bag. I reach the door before my parents can get up. I yell bye and quickly dash out.

'Oh, hi' Lucy says to me. As I literally bump noses with her on the doorstep.

'Lucy, you look different.' I say – she really does, she's gone all pink. Everything is pink. Speaking as someone who doesn't do pink, it's rather a lot of pink.

'Yeah,' She says as we walk down the street, 'Everyone is really looking forward to finding out about that boarding school of yours.' She tells me, isn't it funny everyone here calls it my 'boarding school' never just my 'school'

'Yeah, I want to know what you're all doing as well. So who is coming tonight?' I ask trying to make conversation.

'Oh well Jake,' I look blankly at her, 'Plantae – he's my boyfriend' she gushes

'Didn't he wet himself in year 6?' I ask, I'm sure he did

She seems to be thinking, 'oh yeah and he did!' she laughs, 'well Sarah, John, Annie. The normal lot.'

'Cool' I want to be sick, I want to be sick

The pub has to be about half full when we reach it. We buy our drinks from the bar (only a coke – I'm not in the mood to get drunk) and then make our way over to the corner were the rest of our party is waiting. They all greet us with smiles and hugs. I remember some but not all. Now as I forgotten their names and will never see them again, I just let them blur into some cavity of my brain.

'So Lily, do you wear like some really up tight uniform at that school?' John or Jake or jack or Billy-bob asks me.

'Um skirt, shirt and a tie?' and a cloak and a witches hat

They all look upset at this.

'Oh then the same as us' say one of the girls who isn't Lucy. 'Anything interesting?'

'Um, I'm head girl.' They all perk up at this, 'so I have my own dorm.'

'Now that's cool,'

'Oh what about a boyfriend?'

Wonderful the one question I didn't want them to ask, 'Um It's kind of complicated.' I tell them. They shrug. 'So what's happening here?' Which I think you will be pleased to know a lot was.

* * *

I open the door at about 11. I make my way into the kitchen. I open the door; 'Fuck!'

'Lily language!' My dad chastises. But he's just background noise. Because James Potter is sat at my kitchen table with my parents drinking tea.

'Lil.' He says slowly.

I don't know what to do, I'm frozen, actually frozen. My mum breaks the silence by standing up and telling my dad why don't they go and watch some TV. They do.

Leaving me and James in my small, hasn't been updated since I was 4 kitchen, staring at each other.

I point to his tea, 'you've got some. I want some.' I robotically make my way to the side, pouring myself some. I turn and James is still sat at the table staring at me. I lean against the side gulping down the hot liquid.

'James what are you doing here?' I ask after some time probably sounding harsher than I wanted to.

He looks stung and rejected, 'I just couldn't stay at school not knowing if you were okay, so I thought If I could come and..'

I interrupt him, 'James I can't do this now.'

He looks like I just killed a puppy in front of him.

'Yeah.' He takes a last sip of his drink and stands up.

I turn back to the sink and take a breath. Be brave, don't be a coward, fight for something, anything. 'James.'

He turns

I inhale, 'How about coffee tomorrow?'

He looks at me with a look of... actually I don't know of what, 'Okay.' He replies softly

'You got a pen?' I ask taking an old envelope of the table. He offers me a pencil. I quickly write down an address, 'It's in town next to C&A.'

He looks down and nods.

I turn back to look out of the window

I hear the front door opening and closing then my dad walking into the Kitchen.

'Lily, Listen he..'

I put my hand up, chanting my mantra - I will not get angry, I will not shout, 'Don't dad.' I leave the kitchen

* * *

'Hi' James' voice breaks me away from the paper.

'Hi,'

'You all right with that?' He points to my drink and slice of cake

'Yeah thanks.'

'I'll just go get mine.' He tells me and stands in queue.

I've been dreading this. I only got 2 hours sleep last night but at least those couple of hours were nightmare free. Come on Lily, I can do this. Just remember - it's James, It's James, It's James.

'So, how's school?' I ask once he has returned

He just looks at me, 'really, we're really going to talk about school?'

'Yeah, good point.'

We are both silent for a moment.

'Lily, what happened?'

'I really don't know.'

'Okay well. One thing got me, you said I didn't do anything, what did you mean.'

I take a deep breath and look at him, 'It's silly.' I tell him

'Well it was important enough for you to leave.'

'It wasn't just that, it was everything.'

'Well maybe we could start with that one?'

'You stopped kissing me.' I tell him, he just looks stunned, 'After we got together you stopped doing anything. You didn't hold my hand, didn't hug me, and didn't put your arm around me. We had a bigger physical relationship when we weren't dating.'

He just looks at me, 'Lily.'

'See told you, Silly.' I take a bite of my cake – not as good as mine, but very good for a shop.

'No not.' He takes a sip of his drink, 'Lily imagine you finally got your dream, I suppose I thought you were a mirage – that if I went to touch you, you would disappear. Do you honestly think I didn't want to? Please it's been my single dream since I was 13 to get inside your bra.'

'Then why didn't you?' I have to ask

'I suppose I didn't want to risk losing you.'

'Do you honestly think if you did one thing I didn't like I wouldn't tell you – you don't know me very well.'

He laughs slightly, 'I suppose once you were my girlfriend I forgot I actually knew Lily Evans and you were exactly the same person.' He explains

'I think we both stop working.' I say quietly.

'What do you mean?'

'We're a constant. Everyone knew that one day we would get together. And we both did to' 'somewhere.' I add after he raises his eyebrows at me. 'So when we got together, we stopped being us. Stopped putting effort in.'

'Lils, people who have been married 40 years have that, we had it within weeks of finally getting together.' He say calling me Lils for the first time, I can't help but smile

'It's us, There's a war going on and we're about to enter it. Everything is quicker.'

He nods in agreement.

'So how is Remus?' I ask

He smiles and tells me.

2 hours later we are still sitting here talking, it's easy.

'this is easy.' I tell him

'Yeah,it is'. He says

'Yeah.'

'Look, I have to go. I promised Padfoot I would floo him from my hotel room.'

'One does he really hate me and two how in gods name have you got a fireplace in your room and 3 how did you connect it with the floo?'

He laughs, '2 and 3 can be answered with, I'm a Potter.' I roll my eyes at this. 'Number 1, to begin with he wanted the hang, draw and quarter you. But now he's about at the stage of making an effigy of you and sticking pins in it.'

'Oh.'

'Yeah.' He paused, 'but he did say that if we didn't sort it out we were both idiots. So I think there could be hope.'

I smile at him.

'Look, I'm staying in the Fernhurst. I'll be there all night. Room 14. If you want to or..' he trails off

'Thanks.'

For a moment we both don't know what to do, until I stand up and give him a hug.

And suddenly none of it matters, It's James. It's us. It's screwed up and it's epic

* * *

Now I'm going to say that there is probably etiquette when visiting your maybe- back- on- never- really- off- boyfriend in his hotel room. But I did not have time to fully research it. So instead I'm standing outside the door of the Fernhurst telling myself to go in. I open the door.

I tap on the door and wait, biting my lip.

'Lily!' James exclaims in a mixture of happiness and shock while he opens the door.

'You said that if I ….'

He interrupts, 'Yeah, yeah, Come in.' He opens the door wider, allowing me to wander in.

The room looks like a normal box-standard hotel room. A bed, a desk, a chair.

We both stand there for a minute not knowing what to say or do.

'You can sit down?' He says me, running a hand though his hair – I've missed that.

I smile slightly, kick of my shoes and sit cross legged on the bed.

'Um,' he says, running a hand though his hair again. 'Um, I don't have anything to drink or eat, umm.'

'James.'

'What?' he says softly

I smile up at him, and move so I'm sitting up on my knees on the side of his bed, looking up at him, 'We haven't sorted everything out.'

'I know, and we have to lily…'

I put my hand up to stop him, 'We haven't, but Rome wasn't built in a day and we can't sit around a table ironing out everything beforehand. It's just.' I look up at him, 'I want to go home, James.'

He stares at me and I have no idea what is going though his head. He's just looking down at me with those brown eyes and I don't know what he is going to say. He doesn't say anything.

He gently kisses me – no extras, just puts his lips against mine.

'You said you loved me when you shouted and you said it again in the letter.' He tells me, asking

'I love you James Potter.'

He kisses me again, in the same no fills manner, 'Good, that's going to make this a lot easier.' He smirks down at me and I smile back. A proper smile, a proper smile.

He leans down and kisses me again, but this time it has extras and frills.

My arms go upwards, wrapping around his neck pulling him further into me.

He lands on me with an 'ouff' I've pulled him so close to me, he's actually toppled over and landed on me, with his legs dangling of the bed,

I burst out laughing

'Thanks.' He replies sarcastically.

I remove myself from underneath him, and move so my back is leaning against the headrest, 'Oh come on, it was funny.'

He scowls at me, but moves up the bed, 'Funny really?'

I nod. He raises his eyebrows at me, and launches himself at my neck, blowing raspberries on it. I'm laughing and trying to push him away, but it turns into open mouthed kisses and I tilt my head to the side, so he can reach more. I moan gently as he slowly travels down so he's on my collar bone (thank god for scoop necks)

He stops suddenly.

'Hey why are you stopping?' I ask

'I'm just wondering if this is funny?' he asks sarcastically.

'Oh no, not in the slightest.' I gently move so I'm not caught under him anymore. He gives me a puzzled look but I just smirk at him. Pushing him slightly so he's on his back, I lie to the side of him, slightly on top of him. I smirk again and place a chaste kiss under his ear, and move down. Placing kisses on his jaw line, down over his throat and around the collar of his t-shirt. I pull away, 'take your shirt of'

'Lily..' he says

'Seriously, girlfriend lying in your bed, telling you to take your clothes of and you're questioning it?'

He looks at me, but takes the shirt off and flings it to the floor

'Well done.' I lean back down and begin putting kisses on him again, his collar bone and then dip down following his chest, he's making quiet noises all though this, and part of me wants to see if I can make them go louder (while enjoying his body of course because if I didn't it would be such a shame) I kiss around every defined muscles. And very quickly flick my tongue over his nipple. He makes louder sound at that one – result! I smile against his chest, and kiss down his chest again, making a loop of his belly button, darting my tongue in it. (Another louder sound) I make my way up again repeating on one side what I have already done on the other – with the desired affect of course.

'This Miss Evans is entirely unfair.' He tells me, once my face is levelled with his again.

'Complaining?'

'Urr, No! Please anytime you feel the desire to do that, no need to ask my permission, just go ahead.'

I nod

'But I do think you are wearing more clothes than me.'

'Really? I always wear more clothes than you.' I point out.

'Really?'

'Well unless you've started wearing a bra. Which is the sort of thing that a girl likes to know.' I tell him

'Well then, I'll just have to remove that as well – just so we are even.'

'Oh if it's because we have to be even, then you better make sure I take it off them.' I say, peeling of my t-shirt and unclasping my bra, but I kept it on crossing my arms over my chest.

'oh come on that's not fair.' He complains

'I really think it is.' I joke.

He puts his hand on my hip the before I know it, flips us over so I'm caught under him.

'Well I don't.' He whispers into my ear, pulling my bra away from my body. 'Now there they are.' He says staring at my boobs – which I assure you, is a very good thing when he's the first guy on the planet to see them.

'Um James I kind of thought we were in the middle of something here?' I question after a few moments of having to watch James stare at my boobs

'uh huh.' He says quietly before capturing a nipple in his mouth, my hands go to his back, running my nails down it. While my head flings back onto the pillow, when my mouth is making noises that I'm positive I've never made before. He alternates for a while, and then lifts his head to look at me, while his hands skim my hips. 'Lily?'

'Yes James, you can take off my jeans, if you really want to.' I say sarcastically. Isn't it odd? Before the time comes you spend lots of time going over how it will happen, where it will happen and who with. But when it's actually it, it's nothing like what you thought. Actually scratch that, re ask me when we're both in our birthday suits.

James takes another look at me before, undoing my jeans and moving then down slightly, 'Lils some help would be appreciated.'

'yeah,' I move myself from under him so quickly that he collapses onto his face, he rolls over, onto his side and faces me.

'I asked for assistance not for you to leave.'

I smirk at him while I peel of my jeans, 'Excuse me, taking your jeans of when you are lying down is one of the most unladylike things in the world, I'm keeping my elegance till there is no hope.' I finish. Leaving my jeans in a pool at the bottom of my feet, I step out and pad to the side of the bed.

'Oh really miss Evans.' James smirks, moving so his arms are around my waist.

'oh yes, I have been led to believe that from now on in, it gets kind of messy.' I smirk back at him

'Yeah, you can't really be ladylike in this.' He tells me, running his hands up and down my back and over my bum. He gently slips his fingers into the top band of my knickers ready to get rid of them. I bring my hands out of his hair to stop him, 'Lily.' He asks concerned.

'You said we had to be equal in clothing. You're wearing more.' I tell him.

He looks up at me and seeming to get that I am actually being serious jumps up, whips of his trousers and jumps back into his original position, with his hands ready to remove my pants.

'Eager, Potter?' I laugh

'Hello, Lily Evans about to be naked in front of me, yes I'm bloody eager.'

'Well I'm glad you're enjoying this so much.' I tell him.

At this he looks up at me in all serious and says, 'Lily this isn't just me, if you don't...'

'James,' I say putting my hand to his cheek and leaning into him, 'If I didn't want this, trust me you would be well aware of it.'

'Good,' He says as our lips are millimetres apart. Then we are kissing like we never had before and his tongue is doing things, that I personally did not think was possible, but am oh so grateful that are. At the same time he pulls down my pants and I step out of them.

'Lily,' he says while he is sucking at my neck.

'Uh,'

'Turn around.'

'Excuse me?' I say pulling away

'Please?'

I stare at him, but turn around. After a few seconds he turns me around quickly to face him, and part throws me on the bed (the other half being me pulling myself up)

'Do I even want to know what that was about?' I ask.

'I can now say that I have seen Lily Evans' bum and boobs. I have the full set.'

'That is such a guy thing to do.' I tell him.

He leans down and kisses my stomach, 'Complaining Evans?'

'Well, Potter purely based on the size of the tent you are currently sprouting, I'm not going to.' I say, glancing down.

He laughs, 'Oh Merlin, please, please, please.' With every please his hand travels further down. So it's resting just at the top of my curls (which I feel I have a duty to say, are trimmed and neat) please, let me tell that one to Sirius.' On Sirius' name he dives his fingers in to pinch my clit. His fingers travel down further and dive into me, spreading my liquid around me, going back to my clit.

'Fuck, James.' I say breathlessly, throwing my head back onto the mattress, 'you can tell him anything you like,' His fingers get quicker and quicker and he's peppering kisses onto my chest, 'as long you never mention him again when we are... Fuck.' His other fingers are diving in and out of me and well as his fingers going crazy on my clit and he keeps putting more and more pressure on it. God he seems to know what he is doing, of course he knows what he is doing, I'm having sex James Potter . 'Doing these sort of activities.'

'With pleasure.' He whispers into my skin. He pulls both hands away simultaneously. I moan and whimper at the lost.

'That ain't fair.' I complain.

'thought you said you weren't going to complain?' he questions jokingly. I open my eyes to see him throw his boxers to the floor. I look down at him.

'Yeah, you're right, not going to complain.' I say.

'Well then, where were we?' He says quietly before launching himself on top of me, causing me to laugh.

'James.' I laugh

'Yes, miss Evans.' He laughs back at me, before capturing a nipple in his mouth. After sucking it after a moment or two, his teeth graze me causing my moans to get loader and me to grip his hair tighter. He bites down on it and I moan even loader. He moves away from my nipple, using his hand to rub it gently. 'I'll have to remember that one.' He whispers into my ear.

I look up at him; place my hand on his hip, and pushing him off me. He flips over onto his back as I sit on his legs staring at him.

'Enjoying the view?' he asks me, when I draw my eyes away from his cock, (great work that isn't it cock.)

'Greatly,' I tell him, hesitantly putting my finger at the top of his dick (another great slang word)

His head goes backwards as I (not having a clue what I'm doing – Put I've decided to take the same cause of action as you do when you are lost in a foreign city, act like you know where you're going or in this case what you are doing) slowly move my single finger down his dick and up the other side. Without warning, especially based on the sound he was making. James flips me over, pinning me below him.

'Oh no you don't.'

'Excuse me,' I ask, as he holds my arms above my head

'Please you're first time, do you really think I'm going to let this be about anyone but you?'

I open my mouth to disagree, but he stops me, 'don't worry though after this, you could continue with that all you like.'

'Does that mean I can never go down on you?' I say sarcastically

'Christ Lily, don't say things like that.' He says, letting go of my arms, allowing his hands to travel down again, 'but.' He says as he puts a finger in me, making me moan, 'I'm not opposed to that activity.' He going faster this time and I'm moaning loader and his other hand is squeezing my boob.

'Good.' I whisper, 'because I've always been very oral.' I tell him.

He groans against me, adding a second finger he lets go of my boob, and reaches across me to grab his wand.

I swiftly take it from him, wave it around and throw it away, 'I'm better at charms than you.' I say offhandedly.

He smiles down at me and captures my mouth in his, we're kissing furiously now, and his fingers are going at in against my clit and going in and out, faster and faster. Somewhere I feel that tightening low down, and I know if he keeps going it's going to get bigger. Because it's getting bigger and bigger and tighter and tighter, and Christ this feels so much better than it does when it's just my fingers. I'm getting louder and louder now, 'James, please, fuck, yes, James.' Somewhere I feel him shift his weight, so he is lying completely against me and I can feel the head pushing against my leg and it just makes the whole thing more intense, knowing I did that.

'James, fuck!' just before the coil bursts, his fingers are replaced by something much thicker and longer and oh so much more enjoyable. Then the coil brakes and I'm crying out and seeing black spots.

I collapse back down to earth to look up and see him closing his eyes, focusing on something.

'James?' I say breathlessly.

After a moment he opens his eyes and they've gone even darker, 'are you okay?' he asks lowly

'Fine.'

'Oh thank god.' He breathes a sigh of relief and moves out slightly. Which causes my already hypersensitive body to react and me to moan. He pushes back in at a slightly fast pace. And this time I register a dull shot of pain somewhere. I didn't register it before. But it's not quite what I imaged it to be. But then, he moves down and captures a nipple in his mouth grazing his teeth around it. Causing me to moan and him to go faster. With each movement he gets faster and I reach down to rub my clit, which it turns out James likes and moans loudly and is coming out with, 'fuck...Lils....fuck.' and then all to soon, he pulls me up slightly with one arm , arches his back, tenses up, says my name (oh yeah!) and collapses into me. We both fall into a mess against the bed.

'Lils,' he says hesitantly after a moment

'Bloody brilliant,' I tell him. He laughs slightly, rolls off me then gathers me into him

'Fuck Lily, we are defiantly doing that again.' He tells me

'Oh course we are, I didn't come the second time, and I was so close too.' I tell him pouting.

He smiles, 'oh we don't want that do we.' And his hand travels southwards.

Someone deserves a raise for James Potter's hands, would it be weird if I sent his mother a house plant?

* * *

Hours later we are about to turn the corner of my street, with James' arm around me. Ready to tell my parents that I'm going back to school. We would have done it earlier but well there was my second orgasm, then sleeping, then the shower and well we kind of lost track of time.

Walking down the street James whispers in my ear suggestively, 'So what we going to do tonight then.' I hit him

I look up to see two police cars parked by my house. Me and James look at each other and run towards them.

'Sorry kids no further.' We're told by a PC.

James wraps his arm around my shoulder, 'She lives here.'

The policeman's face changes and moves so I can dart forward.

'Miss Evans?' a short man addresses me and I'm guessing he's a detective or something.

'Yes?' I say meekly, I can feel James behind me and I know that something is coming.

'There has been an accident...'

A thought flashes though my mind, 'I wanted a Greek Tragedy' before everything is consumed by darkness

Fin

A/N

Before I do the goodbyes. There are some final things I should say:

Orange Lily – forgot? Check out the earlier chapter 'Joints are not papal approved' not that it actually matters

Yorkshire Tea – is just a brand of tea here in the UK. It's my family's everyday tea

Ceefax – was launched by the BBC around 1976. I have no idea if was running at night then or if that started in the 1980's. But It always reminds me of when I was young and if we had to leave early to go on Holiday that would be the only thing on (This is when channel 5 was new – that makes me feel old – telly when we were lucky to get 4 channels - that was because I live in Wales and 4 half the time came out as S4C or nothing just static) Basically though It's just a black screen with green/yellow and blue typewritten information on it – like the original teletex

C&A is a major fashion shop. It was in the UK till the late 90's/early 00's until it shut all shops. It still has shops in the mainland and in some other parts of the world.

Incidentally the Furnhurst is an actually hotel in Blackburn – I looked it up.

I hope the sex was up to the mark – I do realise that there was a lot of talking and all. But I get fed up of a lot of stories here where they just do it. Oh please.

Well I hope you all enjoyed it. Remember to put in your last reviews!

There will be a sequel 'If this is it, we'll be okay – I couldn't leave it like that

I'll be back in the new year. I need a break and I've got School, Work and Guiding at the moment so it's all hectic.

I have the plan and stuff. Just give me some time. But Author alert and the first chapter should be up in the new year. (or even sooner once I have some exams out of the way)

Thank you all of you, So much

It's been fun

Just remember to review – Final thoughts please!!

Ken

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