Marauder Moments

Chapter 9

Lilly couldn’t believe her what she was seeing/hearing. Potter’s was casually talking to some girl (Lily couldn’t only see the girl’s back, but it was undoubtedly some tramp. No girl with morals wore their skirt that short…though she had to begrudgingly admit, the girl had the legs for it…), leaning against the wall next to her in what was a decidedly flirtatious manner.

                “Sooo,” he said in a laid back, charming voice that Lily did not find attractive at all, “We going to Hogsmead together next weekend?”

                Lily didn’t hear the girl’s answer, but from the smile on James’s—Potter’s! She meant Potter’s!—face, it was definitely a yes. Lily’s gut clenched in response, but she stubbornly ignored it; what did she care if Potter got himself a date? It just meant he wouldn’t be pinning after her for once. This was a good thing, a thing to be celebrated! In fact, she’d go wish the happy couple congradu-freakin-lations right now!

                The closer she got, the more her eyes narrowed. Stupid slim, tan bimbo with her two short skirt and nice legs, and silky looking raven hair.

                “Well, Potter, I see you’ve finally—SIRIUS!!??!!”

                Both teens had turned at her approach. Lily didn’t know what she’d expected the girl to look like, but she had most certainly not expected it to be Sirius bloody Black in an effin skirt!!!

                “Oh, hi Evans!” James greeted nonplussed.

                “Yo,” Sirius said with a nod.

                “Wh-what are you doing i-in a bloody skirt!” the read-head sputtered.

                “Enacting some perverse fantasy of Remus’s. My little Moon-pie likes things kinky,” he winked.

                Her face flushed. “B-B-But! Your legs! You shaved your bloody legs!”

                “He likes them really kinky.”

                Lily spun on her heel, practically sprinting away, trying not to imagine how kinky the shy prefect liked things. At least the unwanted image helped to cancel out the mortification she felt over being jealous of bloody Sirius Black in a skirt going on a date with James Potter. Wait…. Oh sweet Merlin, that sentence was so wrong in so many ways.

                James looked over at Sirius with a frown. “Why didn’t you just tell her that you lost a Quidditch bet?”

                “Please. It’s waaay less embarrassing to have people think I’m Moony’s sex-toy than to have them think I’m Quidditch-stupid.”

(Author’s note—Prompt: ‘Lily gets jealous when James dates another girl’ by Bibliophilist. Probably not what was expected by this, but Sirius in a skirt was—for some unhealthy reason—what immediately came to mind when I read it…)