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James and his friends were walking along the fifth-floor corridor when they saw Snape entering the Prefects’ bathroom. How dare the slimeball use this glorious, marble bathroom, James sneered! And who had given him the password? He cast a sidelong glance at Remus and Sirius and jerked his head for them to follow him, Peter close behind.
“Pete, you wait outside and keep watch,” James ordered.
Peter nodded.
"All right, Snivy?" James said as he entered the bathroom, seeing Snape taking a slash.
Snape tucked himself away and spun on his heel, drawing his wand as he went.
"You dare to raise your wand to me!"
When the three cursed and jinxed him, Snape flew into the wall and slid to the floor. When they kicked him in the ribs, his hands and arms came up to protect his head.
Remus and Sirius stood a few steps behind James, whose shoulders were square, his head tilted. His stance oozed superiority, proclaiming he was the one in charge. He looked down his nose at the cowering figure.
The shorter boy crouched in the corner, clutching his ribs, head bowed, greasy hair covering his face - the slimy bastard had earned the pounding.
"That'll teach you, Snivellus! You'll get worse if you raise your wand to me again. Do you understand?" James asked.
"Come on, let's book it," James said to the two behind him, who muttered their agreement and walked away.
As they approached the door, Sirius spoke in a voice so calm as to belie the fact they had just beaten up another student, "Isn't tonight the big night with Evans? Where you finally advance from handjobs?"
"Yep, I get to bone her - about bloody time. She will become a woman tonight," James said haughtily.
The three Gryffindors came to a complete stop.
Snape was laughing.
They turned around, looked at Snape, then at each other, puzzled as to why the person whose arse they had kicked was laughing loudly. . . hysterically laughing.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Remus wondered out loud.
"Did either of you hit him with a tickling jinx?" James inquired.
"No," the duo said together.
Snape was holding his midsection tighter as he tried to push himself into a sitting position, still laughing.
"Stay here," James ordered, and he stepped towards the Slytherin almost cautiously.
He approached Snape and stared down at him.
Snape turned to look at James, his chest and shoulders jerking as he tried to hold back his laughter.
"What's so funny, Snape?" James inquired menacingly.
Snape finally restrained himself from laughing. When he did, he smiled at James, a sly smile saying he'd won.
The four Gryffindors strode to their common room in complete silence; even loud-mouthed Sirius didn’t dare to speak. James was aware of the three pairs of nervous eyes on him from behind as they walked. Snape's words danced around in James's head, and his mind fogged over as he tried to process what had just happened.
James dropped into one of the squashy armchairs near the fireplace which dominated one wall.
"James, mate, don’t listen to him. He’s lying !" Sirius implored.
Why would he lie about something like that? That’s a big lie with the potential to cause a lot of damage. James looked at Sirius, his eyes moved over Sirius’s shoulder when he saw Lily walk out from the stairs to the girls’ dormitory with Mary, laughing. She glanced at him and smiled warmly.
"Cancel my date with Lily tonight, tell her I’m ill. Tell her anything, I don’t care," James said imperiously.
"We aren’t your -" Sirius began but when James looked at him, he stopped.
"Just do it!" James pushed himself off the armchair.
Sirius, Remus, and Peter's gazes followed him as he stormed towards the boys' dormitories, then they looked at each other all silently saying, ‘I ain’t doing it.’ In the end, Sirius forced Peter to tell Lily.
James couldn't sleep. His legs were restless and his heart drummed so fast he felt breathless. So he went to the common room to stretch his legs. It was 2 a.m., and Snape's words kept circling through his mind.
'You’re too late, Potter!' Snape had said, his eyes meeting James’s.
'What are you on about?' James snapped impatiently.
'I already made her a woman! You should ask her. She’ll tell you.'
James stared at Snape and fell unnaturally quiet. A triumphant grin spread over Snape’s face, triggering James to kick him hard in the jaw. Snape blacked out.
It wasn’t possible. Snape and Lily? His Lily???
The thought of Snape’s dick, and where it had been, made him shiver and his stomach turn.
He had to talk to Lily, but he couldn't get into the girls' rooms.
James had no idea how long he sat staring into a dead fire, but a shuffle behind him led his head to turn sharply. It was a sixth-year.
"Oh, I assumed it was empty, as it usually is." She blushed and turned to retreat to her room.
"Wait," James said. "Do me a favour. Enter Lily Evans's room and wake her. Tell her, tell her... tell her James needs to speak with her urgently."
" Please goes a long way, you know!" The girl frowned. She stormed off. James swore he heard her call him an ‘entitled prick’ as she left.
"Pleeeease," he pleaded after her.
It had been at least a quarter-hour when a tired-eyed Lily entered the room in her nightgown.
"What exactly is it, James?" She yawned loudly, rubbing her bright green eyes, wondering why the hell she had agreed to come, but apparently it was ‘urgent’, bloody better be.
"What is it that you think is so important that you have to wake me at this hour?" She shuffled over to the seating area, slumped onto the cushiony sofa, lolled her head onto the backrest, and closed her eyes.
After a few moments of silence, James spoke.
"Did you sleep with Snape?" he asked.
Lily's eyes snapped open and she looked at James, frowning deeply and no longer appearing tired. That was unexpected .
"Sorry?" she said after another long pause.
"Don’t make me repeat myself, Lily. You heard me. Answer the question," James said, raising his voice an octave.
Lily’s eyebrows rose marginally. "Who told you that?" she said calmly.
"So it isn’t true?" James said this with enthusiasm in his voice.
" Who told you?" Lily repeated.
James paused as if he was doing a lot of quick thinking, as if he was trying to figure out a method to cover up something, perhaps why he was with Snape? And why would Snape tell him?
"That was told to you by someone I know. Because there is only one person who knows."
"Look!" shouted James, raising his hands in defence. "He jumped me in the bathroom, and I was defending myself. But enough of that, is it correct?"
He jumped you, my arse.
"He jumped all four of you in the bathroom?"
Before stuttering, James opened and closed his mouth several times. "Yes, he did!"
Lily frowned. You liar!
"He saw the four of you, in the toilet, and decided to attack you all, by himself, for no good reason?"
"Just answer my damn question, Lily!" James growled.
Lily stared at him, her expression blank, but her insides bubbling. How dare he speak to me like that ? "Yes, it’s true," she said as calmly as ever.
Lily practically saw the blood drain from his face and he bowed his head in his hands for a moment before looking at her again.
"When? Why?" James breathed. "How come you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't know I had to tell you about every man I've slept with."
"‘Every man’!"
"There has only ever been Snape."
James’s heart dropped to his feet. He'd rather have her as the Hogwarts tart than simply Snape, only Snape.
"Tell me everything," James ordered.
"What?" Lily burst out laughing. "No."
"Just let me know when and why."
"Why? You don't see me requesting the details of every girl you've ever slept with."
James's cheeks flushed as he averted his sight.
Lily felt a wave of realisation wash over her, and she bit her cheek to keep from laughing while she waited for the urge to laugh to pass.
"You're a virgin?" she asked, as seriously as she could muster (which wasn't much because the amusement in her voice was still there).
James fixed his gaze on her. "SO!" he said fiercely, his cheeks reddening further.
Lily could see the humiliation spread on his face. He was mortified Snape was not a virgin whilst he was and angered because Snape had taken her virginity rather than him, as James probably felt entitled to being her first, knowing him.
"Okay, Okay. It was in the summer before the fifth year. As to why? Because ..." Lily hesitated. "Because I was curious about that subject."
"But HIM, Lily. Why him? How could you?" James said, waving his hands and slumping back in his chair. He looked betrayed.
"How could I? Because, James, I liked him, he was my best friend. I trusted him, and he respected me-"
James scoffed.
"-He did not take advantage of me. It was I who started it."
"You regret it though, right? I mean, look at him."
Lily thought about the question carefully. Did she regret it?
"Sev?" Lily said earnestly, as the sun beat down on them during the first week of the holidays. Lily lay next to Severus by the tree, her hands cushioning her head.
"Hmm."
"Have you ever considered sex?"
Severus sat halfway, his elbow supporting him, his gaze fixed on her.
"I've thought about it, a lot. I mean, we're nearly sixteen years old, and I'd like to do it."
Severus's eyes shook and he twitched his head. "I'm not sure why you're telling me this, Lily," he mumbled.
"Because I want you to be my first. I trust you."
Severus's jaw dropped visibly.
Lily was aware Severus had always had a crush on her, though he'd never admitted it. Severus adored her and was content to be her friend and nothing more, which made her like him more. She trusted him.
"I can’t do that," he breathed, his cheeks turning pink.
They were sweating as they shakily removed their bottom halves in Lily's bedroom a week later, too embarrassed to remove all their clothes. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't sloppy and awkward and it was over within minutes. One thing that surprised her was how little it hurt. She expected it to hurt a lot, especially with how generously Severus was packing down there, but he was gentle and she was ready and well lubricated.
They were well acquainted with each other's bodies by the end of the summer, having practised and knowing exactly what made the other climax. She ended it, though, before the Easter holidays because she needed more time to study for the O.W.L.s and he and his dick were becoming a major distraction. They had sex one more time, because, well, why not, ‘Let’s go out on an orgasm, at least', Lily had suggested.
Severus agreed that they needed to focus more on revising for their exams. So he resumed his role as her best friend without complaint.
Did she end up regretting it? No, she didn't have any regrets about her time with Snape. She wished she could have done more to keep him away from Avery and Mulciber. She regretted not intervening sooner before things escalated after the O.W.L.s. Instead of talking to James, she should have hexed his arse right away. Her skin prickled with anger, her rage directed at James, herself, and Snape - all three.
Lily studied James's expectant expression. He wanted her to say yes. He wanted his ego to be soothed.
"Not at all."
James’s eyes bulged. "How many times?" he asked quickly.
Lily shrugged.
James's jaw dropped. "It was more than once?" James stood and walked back and forth quickly. "Bloody hell, it was," he said, answering his own question.
James stopped dead and turned to face Lily, "Is he bigger than me?" But Lily hesitated a second too long. "Oh, my God, he is!" his face dropped into his hands as he muttered “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Lily sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
"Look, you and I were not a thing. I hated you back then, remember." She stood and took hold of his arm, but he yanked it away from her as if she were infected with something nasty - which, in some ways, she was.
James paced for several minutes. Snape was bigger than him, he had taken his girlfriend's virginity and she had let him. How could he put his dick in her knowing what else had been in her!? A wave of anger rushed over him, and he wanted to call her a dirty slut. The only thing stopping him was that she was right; they were nothing back then, not even close. That, and she’d kick him in the balls and leave him. Oh God, but she did it with him! And only him! And more than once!
He came to a halt and spun around to face the sofa but it was empty. Lily had left.
When James discovered Lily talking to Snape in the Charms corridor the next day (well, technically the same day), his anger and frustration erupted. He dragged Lily away so she stumbled slightly, drew his wand, and hexed Snape, telling him to stay away from his woman! Some students had gathered around James and Snape, as they always did when they fought.
Lily yanked her arm free from James's clutches and yelled at him to stay out of her business. And, if he was curious, she had gone to question Snape about why he told.
James's face turned the colour of sour milk before flying to the side, as a white-hot burn spread across his cheek.
His ears were filled with loud gasps.
"You told me, promised me, you would lay off him!"
James jerked his head up, his cheek sporting a bright red handprint.
"You have no right to say such things about any woman. ‘Bone’ me, huh? Nope, not anytime soon. You loser!"
Snape grinned behind her, the same smile he had worn the day before, a smile saying he had won. He had humiliated James Potter, bruised his ego, brought him down a peg or two, maybe three.
Lily stormed off, Snape right behind her but in a different direction with a new bounce in his step. James was left humiliated, especially since there were students present, most of whom did not bother to hide their laughter at James Potter being slapped by a girl.
"And what are you all looking at?" he roared, sending students fleeing, though still chuckling.
James marched to the nearest loo, to splash his hot face with cold water.
He gripped the edges of the sink so tightly that his knuckles turned white and he stared at himself in the mirror, his expression furious. The outline of Lily’s slap was still visible.
He muttered angrily to himself, “I will get Lily. I will get her if it is the last thing I do, I will get her!" He thumped his fist hard onto the cold, stone sink emphasising the latter of his statement. "And keep her! Snape’s may have been the first, but mine will be the last dick in her!”
The End