First Life: The Wizard Prince & The Half-Blood Prince | Covert Romance

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JAMES POTTER

"See you in Potions class,"

How dare he leave me in this pathetic state?

Moments after, my voice returned and immediately, I started screaming spells at the top of my lungs, without my wand.

"Levioso!!!" I screamed.

"Accio, Snivellus!!!!" 

The sun was shining and tainting my already perfect light-medium skin, slightly darkening it,

"Come back here, Snivellus!!!!" I screamed, knowing that he was far gone from where I was left.

My arms were hurting from being in this position. It feels like I'm being sacrificed. I'm also very thirsty. If you're going to leave me here, please be generous enough to leave some water. But if the situation was reversed, my friends and I would probably do the same thing.

But that's the thing—this isn't supposed to happen to me!

This just isn't fair!

"I'll tell the headmaster about this!" I screamed.

The hours ticked by, and not a single beast or magical creature cared enough to pay me a visit.

It's the Marauders that are on my mind. Sirius's nickname is Padfoot the dog, Peter's nickname is Wormtail the rat, and Remus's transformation also earned him the moniker "Moony."

I was dubbed Prongs the Stag.

I'm a pretty cool wizard deserving of such a name because I lead, not follow.

Another hour came to pass, and judging from the sunset, it was past noon.

The sound of footsteps crunching leaves startled me. Before I could make a sound, a shadow revealed to me that the person approaching me was none other than my future girlfriend, Lily Evans.

"Potter!" Lily's sweet voice enters my ears like music.

"I'm right here, Love!" I shouted.

Soon, she made it to where I was and used her wand to remove the cloth that was binding me.

"You found me," I whispered,

"Of course, I was worried about you, you were a bit odd in Potions class. You left so quickly, that I sent you an owl, and I got no response." Lily says,

I fall to the ground, and immediately she removes her cloak and wraps it around me.

I have already admitted my feelings to Lily, but she has not fully accepted my proposal yet. I have been reflecting on the fact that this unrequited love is nothing to be afraid of, and that, I want to take the next step and make our relationship official, as our feelings for each other are mutual.

I'll take my chances on getting such a rare opportunity.

"Evans, about last night, what I did to Snivellus, Can you forgive me?" I say softly.

Her eyebrows arched.

"His name is Severus Snape, not Snivellus." Lily corrects me.

I noticed her lips twitching as my gaze fixed on them while she expressed her opinion that Sirius and I needed to grow up because we were already in our fifth year at Hogwarts and had no ambition. She believed that we were choosing the wrong battles and needed to focus on more important things.

Her words fall on deaf ears as the desire to kiss her consumes me. I inch closer, but she stops me with her left hand, and I let out a defeated sigh.

"But don't you like me?" I mutter,

Lily gives me a half smile.

"What's there to like?" Lily utters uninterestedly.

It could be the intensity of her gaze or the electric tension that sparks between us, but one thing is certain—even though we are not officially lovers, I am willing to be alone with her anywhere, even in the forbidden forest.

"Maybe I'm going to have to change that," I said, pulling her closer by the waist.

"Be careful where you put your hands, you're defenseless without a wand," Lily warns.

My pulse starts racing the moment I touch her by brushing my hand underneath her tacky school uniform. The overwhelming need to touch and experience more of this ignited inside of me.

"You're a swine, James Potter," Lily says,

I slid my palm up a little higher on her thigh, the heat from her body nearly scorched me through her skin.

"But, I had been patient long enough," I whispered,

Lily's gaze rises to meet mine, and I notice that her eyes are full of curiosity. This expression on her face is not new to me—her longing stare has been obvious ever since we first met on the Hogwarts Express when we were 11 years old.

"Is this really how the famous James Potter is?" Lily whispered.

The anticipation of this moment has been building in my entire being throughout all four years, wanting to share this moment with her, not in the Gryffindor's common room, but in the room of requirements.

"I'm not the kindest wizard, Evans, but for you, I'll change."

Lily gazed at me as if time had frozen still.

"That's not enough for me to—"

I planted a kiss on her lips and ran a hand through her silky red hair, which was exactly as soft as I had anticipated. She tried to move away from me, but I pulled her right leg up, and in the heat of our intimacy, she gave up. I was already practically naked, therefore, it only took a minute for me to let my length out for a fresh breath of air. I've been tied to a tree all day, and honestly, I don't even think anyone would walk in on us. I'm bloody ready to do this in public, right here, right now.

"Please don't continue!" Lily let out, gasping for air while her lips still lightly brushed against mine.

"Please, Evans, let me have you," I begged.

"N—No, the answer is No!"

My heart dropped.

"I'll be gentle, please," I say softly.

"I don't care if you'll be gentle, I don't want to!"

"Mhmm, let's change that," I whispered,

I sag closer, putting my left hand between her legs. Lily gives out a faint gasp at the friction. We crash into each other, my eyes fixed on her expression as she turns to meet my kiss, I tease her opening, finding that sensitive spot with my finger, giving her the right amount of pressure there, swiping my tongue inside her mouth in sync, stroking and rolling my thumb against the deep. She must be more attracted to me than I initially assumed because a minute later, I feel her hand encircling my wizard dick quiver and pulse in her grasp, indicating that I have her exactly where I want her—just on the verge of release. She's aching for more of me.

I mean, it's me, who could resist me?

But instead of surrendering to my touch, she wraps her fingers around my wrist to halt me.

"What're you—"

"You're dead to me, Potter,"

As I watched the stunning Lily transform into Snivellus, something struck me. A mixture of triumph and laughter could be seen on his expressionless, pallid face.

"I win," Severus says,

Before I could respond to him, my teeth rolled along my lower lip.

Were we playing a game together?

I would like to press the "retry" button if such were the case,

If this is how you want to play, Snivellus, then...

Game On.