Entry 08: The Reverse Method
Title: The Reverse Method
Entry Number: 08
Author: mihnn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humour
Spoiler Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1026
Ah! Seduction! The one thing James Potter knew how to do by sheer instinct was how to seduce those of the opposite sex.
A quick game of Quidditch here, a quick prank around Hogwarts there, and before long, the girls giggled whenever he made his way from one class to another as they whispered behind their hands about how attractive they found him.
But, not Lily Evans. Never Lily Evans.
Her head was always in a book and never on him when he was complimented for his wit and creativity. She was always cheering someone else when she could have been cheering his physical prowess on the Quidditch Pitch. And what made the matter so much worse was the fact that when he had something to say, she had something to say back, often leaving him without the chance to reply her wit before she saunters off and ignores him for the rest of the day.
It was, to put it mildly, infuriating.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Not you," she would say as she turn a corner and disappear through a throng of conveniently placed girls.
"Damn it."
“Forget her,” Sirius would say as his eyes connect with a girl who would blush and look away. “There are plenty of other girls.”
They weren’t Lily, though. None of them were Lily Evans.
However, he wasn’t one to give up. Maybe it was the Gryffindor spirit, or even the foolhardiness of those in his house, but James was convinced that he should never give up.
And so he followed her, and spoke to her, tried to make her laugh and even showed interest in the most boring things he could think of if only to get her attention.
She was aloof and even rude, but he was persistent.
Her first hex had him pock-marked before lunch leaving Sirius barking out a laugh so loud that James reddened when the girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table whispered furiously to each other.
Her second hex made him cluck like a chicken for one whole day. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn’t for the fact that he clucked at her any chance he had. He even clucked her a sonnet, one that was so romantic that other chickens would have fancied him had they been able to hear him. Instead, he had to settle at clucking only around her until he was called to the Principal’s office and given a cure as well as a stern lecture.
Her third hex left him… somewhat… engorged, only to ensure that he was unable to ride a broom until a stern McGonagall told him to go to the Hospital Wing before he hurt himself. Lily’s small smile as he waddled off the Quidditch Pitch was enough for him to his interest in her to increase ten-fold.
It wasn’t until Lily decided to pull him by the lapels of his robes to shut him up by putting her lips on his that James realised that maybe-just maybe-she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
She whimpered as her mouth opened under his and she even kissed him back furiously as he pinned her up against the closest wall he could find.
She was pliant under him and so very warm, her kisses going deeper than he ever thought possible. She took his breath away just as surely as he took hers, and he snogged her furiously for it while her fingers threaded through his messy hair.
It was, to put it remarkably, inspiring.
She gasped when he finally pulled back to attack her throat, her words a breathy protest even as her hands pulled his hips towards her so she could rub against him.
“This is…”
“Brilliant,” he groaned, his teeth pulling on her ear and eliciting a tiny mewling sound from her that he wanted to hear again.
“No,” she gasped even as his lips pulled against hers and she willingly deepened the kiss. “This is wrong.”
He smirked as he kissed her chin, his warm breath bouncing off her throat and causing a shiver to wrack her body. “It’s not that wrong.”
“It is,” she said, even as she shifted her hips away from the wall so to meet his own with a tantalisingly slow movement.
He groaned, burring his face against her hair even as his hands roughly pulled aside her robes to palm her bum and pull her even closer.
It was maddening. It was terrifying. And he was on his knees before her just as she gasped out a protest.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
He kissed her knees, her thighs, and before she could protest, he had his head under her skirt and against her knickers, moving his tongue roughly against the material.
She gasped, she bucked, and her legs spread further as she pressed against him so she could feel more.
“James… this... this is… ah!”
She came quickly and non-too quietly, leaving a very smug James Potter to pull away from her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
She blushed furiously, and while he expected her to thank him for such a service, she pulled down her skirts and left him without a word.
It was, to put it surprisingly, confusing.
He didn’t stop though, and she didn’t stop him.
There was the time at the green house, the dungeons, and even the common room when everyone was out celebrating the end of all exams. There was also the time when he mistakenly blurted out that he loved her and she silenced him with a kiss.
All in all, James couldn’t feel dislike towards how they got together, because all it took was for Sirius to walk in to their supposedly empty bedroom and yelp in surprise for Lily Evans to finally admit that she loved him and that she wouldn’t protest to the school finding out about them.
Sirius, however, was not amused.
“Honestly mate,” he said more than once, “I think our friendship would last longer if I don’t see your naked arse.”
Entry Number: 08
Author: mihnn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humour
Spoiler Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1026
Ah! Seduction! The one thing James Potter knew how to do by sheer instinct was how to seduce those of the opposite sex.
A quick game of Quidditch here, a quick prank around Hogwarts there, and before long, the girls giggled whenever he made his way from one class to another as they whispered behind their hands about how attractive they found him.
But, not Lily Evans. Never Lily Evans.
Her head was always in a book and never on him when he was complimented for his wit and creativity. She was always cheering someone else when she could have been cheering his physical prowess on the Quidditch Pitch. And what made the matter so much worse was the fact that when he had something to say, she had something to say back, often leaving him without the chance to reply her wit before she saunters off and ignores him for the rest of the day.
It was, to put it mildly, infuriating.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Not you," she would say as she turn a corner and disappear through a throng of conveniently placed girls.
"Damn it."
“Forget her,” Sirius would say as his eyes connect with a girl who would blush and look away. “There are plenty of other girls.”
They weren’t Lily, though. None of them were Lily Evans.
However, he wasn’t one to give up. Maybe it was the Gryffindor spirit, or even the foolhardiness of those in his house, but James was convinced that he should never give up.
And so he followed her, and spoke to her, tried to make her laugh and even showed interest in the most boring things he could think of if only to get her attention.
She was aloof and even rude, but he was persistent.
Her first hex had him pock-marked before lunch leaving Sirius barking out a laugh so loud that James reddened when the girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table whispered furiously to each other.
Her second hex made him cluck like a chicken for one whole day. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn’t for the fact that he clucked at her any chance he had. He even clucked her a sonnet, one that was so romantic that other chickens would have fancied him had they been able to hear him. Instead, he had to settle at clucking only around her until he was called to the Principal’s office and given a cure as well as a stern lecture.
Her third hex left him… somewhat… engorged, only to ensure that he was unable to ride a broom until a stern McGonagall told him to go to the Hospital Wing before he hurt himself. Lily’s small smile as he waddled off the Quidditch Pitch was enough for him to his interest in her to increase ten-fold.
It wasn’t until Lily decided to pull him by the lapels of his robes to shut him up by putting her lips on his that James realised that maybe-just maybe-she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
She whimpered as her mouth opened under his and she even kissed him back furiously as he pinned her up against the closest wall he could find.
She was pliant under him and so very warm, her kisses going deeper than he ever thought possible. She took his breath away just as surely as he took hers, and he snogged her furiously for it while her fingers threaded through his messy hair.
It was, to put it remarkably, inspiring.
She gasped when he finally pulled back to attack her throat, her words a breathy protest even as her hands pulled his hips towards her so she could rub against him.
“This is…”
“Brilliant,” he groaned, his teeth pulling on her ear and eliciting a tiny mewling sound from her that he wanted to hear again.
“No,” she gasped even as his lips pulled against hers and she willingly deepened the kiss. “This is wrong.”
He smirked as he kissed her chin, his warm breath bouncing off her throat and causing a shiver to wrack her body. “It’s not that wrong.”
“It is,” she said, even as she shifted her hips away from the wall so to meet his own with a tantalisingly slow movement.
He groaned, burring his face against her hair even as his hands roughly pulled aside her robes to palm her bum and pull her even closer.
It was maddening. It was terrifying. And he was on his knees before her just as she gasped out a protest.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
He kissed her knees, her thighs, and before she could protest, he had his head under her skirt and against her knickers, moving his tongue roughly against the material.
She gasped, she bucked, and her legs spread further as she pressed against him so she could feel more.
“James… this... this is… ah!”
She came quickly and non-too quietly, leaving a very smug James Potter to pull away from her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
She blushed furiously, and while he expected her to thank him for such a service, she pulled down her skirts and left him without a word.
It was, to put it surprisingly, confusing.
He didn’t stop though, and she didn’t stop him.
There was the time at the green house, the dungeons, and even the common room when everyone was out celebrating the end of all exams. There was also the time when he mistakenly blurted out that he loved her and she silenced him with a kiss.
All in all, James couldn’t feel dislike towards how they got together, because all it took was for Sirius to walk in to their supposedly empty bedroom and yelp in surprise for Lily Evans to finally admit that she loved him and that she wouldn’t protest to the school finding out about them.
Sirius, however, was not amused.
“Honestly mate,” he said more than once, “I think our friendship would last longer if I don’t see your naked arse.”