Of Love Notes and Bottle Caps

Disclaimer: none of my characters, apart from Yasmin and Robins.

A/N: W00tness for getting out 3 chapters in two days!

Chapter Three: A Bottle Cap

Lily was on the edge of her seat. She could hardly breathe, and was screaming along with half the crowd, all decked out in red and gold.

She clambered onto her chair, attempting to pull out her hair.

"Come on, Robins! Catch him up! You can do it!" she screamed

"Hit that Bludger, you moron!"

A Bludger was smacked by a red and gold blur and went flying towards Robins, the Seeker for the Gryffindor team.

Lily willed, with all her telepathic powers, that Robins would notice it.

"Robins, behind you!"

Robins did a Sloth Grip Roll - but Black didn't! Ha! That would show those stupid Slytherins! They had been on about flattening Gryffindor for years now. Suckers.

"Oh he is - just stretch - and - yes! He'd done it! He's caught the Snitch! Gryffindor won the match!

"Gryffindor won the cup!"

"We won the cup! We won the cup!" she chanted with the rest of the crowd, punching her fist into the air with every syllable, momentarily going wild.

Red and gold blurs descended on the puny little kid, Robins that had caught the Snitch.

Lily stamped her feet and nearly suffocated Yasmin with a bear hug. Soon, her sight of James - no, the team - was obstructed by the front rows pouring out onto the pitch.

"Come on; let's go back to the common room! Party!" someone said.

Lily and her companion sleepily followed the hoards of people back towards the castle. She felt like she had run a mile.

"Specialis revelio!" Harry commanded, tapping the bottle cap with his wand.

What on Earth...?

He jabbed at it with his wand.

It remained motionless.

Harry snorted. He didn't know what he was expecting, it's wasn't as if it was going to turn around and do a little jig on the palm of his hand!

He peered at it closely, before setting it aside.

Written in a circle on the cap was 'Butterbur's Quality Butterbeer, est. 1877. 100th anniversary edition'

Huh. Must be some sort of valuable item...

The Quidditch team strutted back inside their common room from their showers amidst rabid cheering and whistles from the Gryffindors waiting for them.

A crowd of silly fan girls immediately made their way towards the topless Quidditch team and (now also topless) Sirius Black, Honourary Member of the team.

Lily warily eyed the Butterbeer held out to her.

It's probably spiked.

"Leave me alone, Black."

"But I spiked it for you and everything!"

Lily looked at Sirius in disgust.

Yup. Definitely spiked.

Lily wandered through the crowd of Gryffindors cluttering up the common room and over to her books. She began to tidy away her books she had left on a table from before the match, when she felt the prickly feeling that belonged to a pair pf hazel eyes gazing at the back of her neck.

She turned around.

Yup, James was making a beeline for her.

"What do you want?"

James nervously ran his fingers through his hair, rumpling it up a bit. Lily glared at him.

Oh yeah, she doesn't like it when I do that.

He immediately stopped. His breath caught in his throat, an effect only Lily could create. It was the little things like that that made him sure he loved her.

Immediately he rearranged his face into something sexier than bashfulness.

Lily's face relaxed and her pupils dilated. She felt weak in the knees. He was pulling that cocky half-smile and paired it with those puppy dog eyes! She prayed for strength.

"Can I help you?" She hoped she said that coldly enough. He was very close.

"Will you go out with me?"

"No." She accompanied with a single shake of the head.

7th time and counting...

He inched closer.

"Will you go out with me now?"

His breath breezed over her face. She couldn't take much more of this.

"Nn-.. No."

She couldn't breathe. That's why she was panting.

Lily looked down, and stepped away from him.

"Lil, I-"

"Save it." Lily tugged at her sleeve, looking anywhere but him. Keep calm, woman!

Similar thoughts were going round James' head. Keep it cool, man! She must think you such a loser, hanging round her, acting so desperate all the time.

He stood back and decided to stand amiably by her side. He pulled his wand out of the back pocket of his jeans.

"Accio drinks!"

Lily rolled her eyes. "You know you'll end up losing a buttock if you keep it in your back pocket."

James grinned. "I'm touched that you want both of my buttocks intact."

He caught the drinks, uncapped them both and threw one at Lily. She dexterously caught it before it could slop all over the carpet, and brazenly asked, "Who said I wanted a Butterbeer anyway?"

"I did. We won the cup, Lil, so let your hair down once in a while."

Lily took a long swig of her drink.

That wasn't her best idea.

"Aaargh!" she said, clutching her throat as if it was on fire, dropping the drink.

Great. Now my shoes and robes are wet with that poison.

"What's in that stuff you imbecile?" she gasped out, coughing.

James looked alarmed. "Uh... Don't know actually."

Lily was now coughing violently, her eyes watering. James awkwardly patted her back. Soon it turned into a stroke, sliding down her robes towards her...

Lily's hand came from somewhere and slapped it away.

"Wait a minute..." James abandoned helping his damsel in distress to bend down and pick up the spilt drink bottle. He gingerly sniffed it, pulling a face.

"That's good ol' Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, Lil! Didn't know you were into that hard stuff." James said with a grin.

"I'm not. You summoned it, remember? What are you trying to do? Get me drunk? Is this some kind of a joke or prank? It's not going to happen. Ever."

I made all the Marauders swear on their penises that they would never prank the girl I love.

"You and me or getting drunk?"

"Both, you eejit," she said, elbowing him playfully. He elbowed her back. She tentatively stepped closer to him.

He spun her around, staring deeply into her eyes.

No, not this again...

"I'm sorry, Lily. I honestly didn't know about the drink. Do you forgive me?"

A 'yes' was on the tip of her tongue, but it wasn't her own tongue she was focusing on.

She didn't know whether it was the drink, the fact that she may in fact be finally caving, or the fact that James was an incredibly hot, good-looking, adorable boy that who could have whomever he wanted in Hogwarts. Or the entire world. And he wanted her, and had been pursuing her for a year or two now. And he was topless. And he looked gorgeous. And he couldn't take a hint. She wasn't sure if she even wanted him to take a hint any more.

The fact was, his head had deflated a little and she was staring deeply into her eyes, and was inching closer and closer to him.

He seemed to realise that this was the moment. He shouldn't screw it up again

The room disappeared around him. His brain caved in, and all his blood seemed to rush to his lips and his groin. There were only her eyes, her lips, and her tongue in existence. And her lovely hair that he was running his hands through. Finally. He always got the girl in the end.

You're snogging him, Lily. Stop, Lily! Where are all your morals, Lily?

Oh do shut up. This boy is beautiful and he wants to snog me. Who am I to deny him?

She broke away, gasping for air. That did not just happen. That did not just happen.

"That did not just happen."

James' face fell, his eyes crinkling in dismay.

"What?"

"I can't do this."

"Wha-? Why?"

"We can't be together. Whilst you may be a great kisser, I still hate your personality. And you're only a good kisser because you've snogged far too many girls. Go and find another." And with that, Lily turned on her heel and sprinted up the stairs towards the girls' dormitories.

James stared after her.

"...I've already found her..." he whispered after her retreating back.

Lily was tired. She wasn't sure where the evening went, let alone the afternoon. Well she knew where the evening went, that was for sure. She had spent it in the bathroom, sat on the floor, trying to lose herself in a book.

She had told herself it wasn't because of the boy downstairs in the common room, probably snogging hundreds of other prettier, bustier and taller girls than her. It was because she was trapped.

After running away from, no, escaping from, James' clutches, she went up to her dormitory and almost considered running back down the stairs again.

Yasmin, whom she had made a pact with to never snog any Marauder (save Remus) was on her four-poster bed, hangings wide open for all to see, being thoroughly ravished by a (still topless) Sirius Black.

So, much to her chagrin, Yasmin didn't notice her friend run in, grabbing a book, and legging it to the safety of the bathroom.

It was very difficult to read with her hands in her ears, trying to block out the escalating moans. They were increasing in volume rapidly, and now Lily was positive that she had definitely broken the pact.

Lily gave up on her very boring transfiguration book. She lent back against the wall, closing her eyes. She imagined James' lips on hers again, his tongue slowly sliding in... Making beautiful moans... Stop it, Lily! That's another girl moaning out there, with James' best friend probably being penetrated. Now is not the time to be thinking about James!

Wondering why she hadn't thought of it before, she pulled out her wand and put a sound proofing spell on the door.

She slowly slid down the wall, cradling her head in her arms.

Oh, James. Why do you have to be such a jackass? Everything is so complicated now. I wish you were here with me...

Somehow she must have fallen asleep on the floor. She stretched out her back like a cat, wincing at her spine popping.

She gingerly sat up, picking up her wand and book. Cautiously opening the door and poking her head out, to see if her friend was still romping Black, she quietly tiptoed out.

Black and Yasmin were curled up on her bed... Lily looked away, alarmed at her stark naked friend in bed with her stark naked now-boyfriend.

She averted her eyes, covering them and blindly feeling her way to her bed. She dropped the book onto her bed and felt her way towards the door...

She stepped outside onto the stairs and covered her face with her hands. Sirius Black? Yasmin? She had to find more out about that later.

Lily held her hand to her forehead, her new worries about James surfacing.

She reached the bottom of her stairs, thankful that the party was long finished and James especially was long gone.

Lily looked to where she had stood with James that afternoon, noting the spilt drink dried into the carpet and the bottle cap lying on the floor.

She walked slowly over to the spot, bent down and picked up the bottle cap. She ran her thumb over it, and pocketed it.

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