Jily One-Shots

Self-Control: Part 2

[A/N]: Okay, so this is the second part of Self-Control. I hope you guys have and will enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think!

He was snogging Jamie Potter. In the middle of a hallway. A public one, where anyone could walk in at any time. What the hell was he thinking? He let go of her leg then, detached his lips from her neck, took her hands off his hair and took a step back. Several steps back. The girl in front of him looked like a mess. Her hair was messier than usual, her lips were swollen from the kissing and biting, her glasses were crooked and her clothes were disheveled, her tie almost falling off and the first buttons undone revealed the top of her breasts and bra and made him divert his eyes from that area immediately (when had he done that?). She still looked beautiful, though, as she blinked up at him and looked like she was waking up from a daze, her lips still parted and her body resting against the wall as if it was the one thing keeping her up. He probably didn't look much better.

"What...?" She started saying as she adjusted her glasses and looked up at him, and he almost jumped out of his own skin, as he spotted his tie on the floor to his right – thankfully on the direction to the Gryffindor Tower – and he walked to it, picking it up from the floor and trying to look at least a bit straightened out.

"I'm sorry, Potter, I shouldn't... I... I'm sorry." He mumbled, before turning his back on her and taking quick steps away from there, the image of the way her face had fallen at his words burning in the back of his mind.

"Liam, wait, where are..." But he didn't wait to hear what she had to say, as he quickened his pace almost to a running step and turned left into the next hallway, his hands fumbling with the open buttons on his shirt and with his tie, only stopping once he reached the Fat Lady's portrait hole.

He mumbled the password and almost ran inside again, walking as quickly and as subtly as possible up the stairs to the boys' dormitories, after noticing that neither Marcus nor Allen were in the Common Room. He opened the door to their bedroom and immediately spotted Mckinnon lying on the bed next to his. And, oh, his bed. That was exactly what he needed. He closed the door with a bang that had his friend giving a slight jump in surprise.

"Holy crap." He let out as he threw himself on his back on the bed. Marcus turned to him at his words with a frown on his face.

"What's up, mate?" He asked, and then his eyes ran over the redhead's figure and he seemed to finally take in Liam's appearance. "Woah. What happened to you?" He wondered the same thing. What did he look like right now? His hair, that he always worried in keeping neat, was probably sticking up in all directions from Jamie's hands, his clothes were probably completely messed up (had he even buttoned up his shirt correctly?), his lips would be swollen and it was possible that there were even a few marks on his neck.

He picked one of his pillows and covered his face with it, not wanting to face his best mate on the moment of his confession. "I lost my self-control." He mumbled and his words were muffled by the pillow. He was such a stupid hormonal idiot! How could he kiss her and... And more? Oh, Merlin, how could he leave her afterwards in the middle of the hallway?

"What?" Mark asked with his voice sounding more than a bit confused.

"I kissed Jamie. I mean, Potter." He grumbled, feeling the heat fill his cheeks even if his best friend couldn't see his face.

There was a lot of shuffling coming from Marcus since he had probably sat up on his bed and then he yelled, quite loudly. "YOU WHAT?"

He raised the pillow momentarily to reproach the other boy as he widened his eyes at the highness of his mates' scream. "Marcus! Shush!" What if someone heard downstairs? He covered his face again.