Chapter 13- Astronomy Tower with Lily Mad Again... When Will They Get Together Finally!!!!! Oh and James Loves Water.......

"Do you think he's talking about the Muggle chocolate bar?" James murmured to Lily.

All of a sudden the centaur looked at them with a sober expression. "You must not be here; your lives are too precious. This forest is dangerous, its hides many dark things." He looked again to the sky. "Your time...is not now."

Lily frowned; James looked back and forth between the centaur and the sky. "Er, can you not do that looking-up-at-the-sky-saying-something-mysteriously-incoherent thing," he asked.

The centaur tried not to look thoroughly insulted. "Why are you here?"

"Look, mate," James said, "all we have to do is find this Hippogriff and we'll be out of here."

"You must leave this forest," the centaur said once again. He tilted his head upwards yet again. "Mars is-"

"Brightening. Yes, we know," James cut in.

Lily dug her nails into his shoulder, nearly making him drop her to the floor. "Don't be so rude," she rebuked him. "Maybe we should just leave-"

"No," he cut her off. "We're not leaving until we've found that Hippogriff." He turned to look at the centaur pleadingly. "Have you seen it?"

He hesitated to answer, even looking up at the sky as if for a confirmation to speak, and just when James was about to swear at him if he was going to talk more about bloody Mars, the centaur nodded.

He turned to his left and held out his arm in front of him. "I saw the creature resting back there. Keep walking north for around fifteen minutes. But I beg you," he looked them deeply in the eyes, "once you find the creature. Leave at once."

James nodded and said a grateful, "Thank you."

"I must go. My pack will wonder where I am," he said, inclining a head before walking away.

"Wait," Lily called out, "What is your name?"

The centaur turned around, white hair shining reflecting in the starlight. "Firenze," he said, before disappearing into the forest.

"Fire...enze?" James echoed with confusion, breaking the silence.

"What were you expecting, Bob?"

"Well," James turned in the direction the centaur had pointed to and started walking. "Do you think he's an arsonist in any way?

Lily rested her head back on James' shoulder. "My name's Lily and I am not a flower, am I."

James avoided a low tree branch. "Yes, but you have the characteristics of a flower."

Lily decided not to elaborate on that. "Maybe Firenze has the characteristics of fire," she shrugged.

"What, he melts skin?"

"This conversation is over," Lily declared with a sigh. "Now," she rubbed her hands together, "Back to your hair!" She whacked her hand at his tresses again. "It's just so damn HARD."

"I'll tell you what else is hard..." James muttered.

"What?"

He reddened, cursing his lack of lowering his voice in mutterings. "Um..rocks! Rocks...hard...rock hardness..."

After much walking and following Firenze's directions, they heard the sound of a squawk before them. Lily shone the wand in front of them as James climbed through the trees.

"Hippo," James breathed, spotting the Hippogriff resting on the ground resignedly. "Thank Merlin," he praised.

"She's still got the reins on her," Lily dropped off James' back, holding on to his shoulder to support herself.

"Let's ride her, then!" James said excitedly, dragging Lily as he bounded up to the magical creature without a hence thought.

Lily latched on to his hair again.

"Ow! What now?" James wailed, making a wince at how loud his voice had projected. If they wanted to live, they had to stay quiet.

"You're supposed to bow, remember!" Lily hissed, her gaze fixed on the Hippogriff that was eying them suspiciously. "You're not Sirius Black who is attracted by all animals."

"Right," James frowned, forgetting the bowing rule for Hippogriffs, and also by the fact that magical creatures could be thinking Sirius was handsome. In unison, the pair both bowed in front of Hippo, though their eyes looked up in caution. Hippo did not react.

"Lower," Lily whispered, kneeling.

James nodded, stopping himself from straightening and looking at her behind which would have the perfect position of her bottom. Hippo still did not react, looking even bored.

"Bend lower, James."

"Lily, my nose is touching the floor, for Merlin's sake!"

"Keep your voice down!"

The sounds of thundering footsteps made their hearts stop

Hippo finally seemed to react, tilting her head into a bow.

"Oh, now she bows," James said shortly.

The menacing thuds got louder.

James frowned. "What is that?"

Lily gripped on to his shoulder. "They're coming," she murmured. "The centaurs are coming."

James didn't seem to be too fazed by the news. "What's there to worry about? If those other creatures are anything like that Firenze bloke, then we'll be fine."

"But don't you see?" Lily said. "Firenze led us away from his pack for a purpose. They can't be the mostly cuddliest creatures in the forest!"

"This is the Forbidden forest, Lily. Nothing in here is cuddly...Oh, I see your point," James realized. He hurried over to the Hippogriff.

"Okay, Hippo. Um, we're going to climb on your back now. Don't buck us off or anything," he told the creature. Hippo remained flat on the ground, apparently in a daze and not at all bothered by the loud hoof pounding.

"Nice Hippo," Lily squeaked, climbing on the Hippogriff behind James, which she knew she would later regret because she would have to hold on to James' waist at one point and cursed herself for falling for that trick. They both sat down and expected some kind of movement from the bird-like creature.

There was none.

"Um, Hippo? Fly to the Astronomy tower!" James cried heroically, patting the feathers on her back.

Hippo squawked, nestling her head into the ground.

"Time is short, Hippo." He patted her again. "We'd like to go some time today, please."

"Oh no. We're going to die," Lily whispered, now covering her ears from how loud the centaurs pounding was ringing in her head.

"C'mon, Hippo!" James patted her feathers again. "Oh, I know! The insulting thing." He tapped his head, trying to think of an insult. "Er, your mother is so fat, the circus uses her as a trampoline."

Lily made an inward groan, completely infuriated at how he was using one of Sirius' 'your mother' jokes when it was proved not to affect her.

"And you're ugly, Hippo!" Lily cried, hoping the creature would react as she did last time. Thankfully, Hippo got to her feet and made a kick on her front legs. Lily grabbed on to James' ribs, holding on for dear life.

"To the Astronomy tower!" James ordered once again, patting at her feathers. "Uh oh," he mumbled suddenly.

"What?"

James held out the Hippogriff's feathers that fell from his fingers - apparently he had patted a bit too hard.

"You didn't," Lily hissed.

"I did."

Hippo made an enraged squawk, and started breaking into a run, spreading out her wings in an I-have-nice-wings-and-you-don't fashion.

"I'd be admiring those wings if I weren't cacking myself right now," James squeaked.

They both made an intake of breath as the Hippogriff lifted into the air, leaving the pack of centaurs that gazed at them from the forest floor.

The centaur Bane looked on and returned to star gazing. "Mars is bright-"

"Oh we sodding know," another snapped.

Sirius giggled as he stabled himself on the Astronomy tower wall. "Your tongue is round," he gazed at her mouth, "Can I touch it?"

The dark haired girl slightly frowned, but merely thought he was just being his usual kinky self. "Er, not with your fingers." She pushed his hand away from her mouth. "You can touch it with something else though…" She licked her lips.

"My foot?"

The girl raised her eyebrows. "How drunk are you, Sirius?"

"Aren't hands strange? They're like...feet! But on your arms!"

The girl hushed him. "You shouldn't talk so much," she stated, pressing her lips to his.

"Mmdhfundhk," Sirius mumbled, still trying to talk as she kissed him. The girl suddenly broke away from him as she picked something out from her teeth.

"Ew, is the toilet roll?" She said in disgust, holding up the white piece of mush.

Squark!

They both turned their heads to the sound of flapping, their eyes widened as they saw a Hippogriff, straddled by two sixth years: Lily unbelievably pale as she looked like she was about to vomit and James incredibly windswept and hair more unkempt than usual. The Hippogriff landed onto the tower, closing her wings and kneeling down for them to jump off.

"Sirius?" James said, helping Lily off Hippo. "What are you doing here?"

Sirius' snogging partner took one look at the magical creature and screamed, running out of the tower with her arms wailing in the air.

"Hey, come back...you...you..." Sirius trailed off, placing a finger to his chin. "What is her name?"

James shrugged off Sirius' lack of remembering names and inability to keep his mouth away from girls -which he insisted that they kept on coming on tohim and not the other way round- and said, "Padfoot, aren't you supposed to be at the SS?"

Sirius looked at him blankly - 'SS' were the simple initials for the Shrieking Shack and weren't too difficult to figure out. Lily could work it in a matter of seconds if she wasn't trying to control herself from emptying her stomach from the Hippogriff ride.

"S...S?" Sirius echoed. "Ssss...something sugary? Ssss...sexy Sirius? Ssss...sentimental sock?" He kept his mouth open, trying to think up of any other random words that weren't remotely close to the Shrieking Shack, until his eyes landed on the Hippogriff.

"Hippo!" He cried, ambling towards the creature with outstretched arms.

"What about me?" James said, quite offended that Sirius valued the creature's appearance then one of his best friends.

"You're an anal buccaneer," Sirius told him, then focused back on Hippo. The hippogriff instantly cooed as Sirius petted her feathers. "I've missed you, dear."

Lily gave him a disturbed look, about to insult him with the ending note of 'wanker', but asked instead, "Where is Remus?"

As if on cue, Remus tumbled in the Astronomy tower, doubled over as he leant on his knees as he gasped for air. He looked up, spotting James and Lily.

"Oh, hey guys. You're here. You haven't seen Sirius, have you? I lost him, but his trails of spit led here."

James instantly made a grimace at the too-much-information, pointing to Sirius and his future magical creature wife.

"Muh-hoony!" Sirius cheered, putting Remus in a 'friendly' headlock.

"Take him away, Remus," James ordered, "before he starts humping her. And before I castrate him for doing that bloody firework."

Remus gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry about that. I had my back turned for one second and he starts making erotic fireworks of seductiveness. Did you see the one about Professor McGonagall a few minutes later?"

Lily raised her eyebrows, "There was one about Professor McGonagall?"

Remus shut his eyes, purely too tired or horrified to explain the details. "Let's just say it involves McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, and chocolate mud body paints."

"They're yummy on your tummy," Sirius mumbled sluggishly.

Remus managed to struggle free out of the head lock and said to Sirius, "Let's get you back to the dorm."

Sirius did not disagree and let Remus pull him along to the exit. "Sirius feels dizzy," he announced.

"You must be drunk if you're referring to yourself as a third person. Have more girls taken advantage of your drunken stability? Or should I say: lack of stability."

"I love being drunk. Do you love me being drunk?" Sirius slurred.

"Oh how I cherish the morning-afters where I hold back your hair whilst you try to vomit into the Toilet Bowl of Adolescence, yet you still manage to disgorge over my best trousers."

"The ones with so...so many pockets," Sirius murmured, his brain throbbing as he tried to remember the counting pockets on the Best Trousers of Remus Lupin.

"You know what's good about being drunk, Moony?"

"The possibility of being run over by a Knight Bus?"

"That Ernie should drive slower in Hogsmeade streets. Anywho's, a good think about being drunk is you think about things you wouldn't normally think about. Like how hard it is to spell the fruit banana. I mean, when do you stop? B-a-n-a-n-a...n-a...n...a...n...a-"

"Stop."

"And how you smell of books: musky with a tint of chocolate aroma."

"Stop smelling my arm, it's grotesque."

"Your tongue is pointy like a lizard's. Can I touch it?"

"No-get your fingers away from my mouth, Sirius! Aargh! Mmdfhdcmn!"

They finally left the tower, leaving James and Lily to slightly ogle after them.

"I don't know how Remus puts up with him," Lily said.

James shrugged his shoulders. "He kind of grows on you...Like a disgusting verruca."

Lily glanced at him," You can remove those, you know."

"A permanent disgusting verruca."

They went over to Hippo who was getting ready to take flight off the tower. "Thanks for the hugely accelerated and woozy ride, Hippo," Lily patted her neck, "Let's not do it again sometime."

"And Lily didn't really mean the whole 'and you're ugly' thing," James told the creature. Hippo made a squawk, pecking at his hair in what he thought must have been a playful way.

"What do you think she's really saying?" James asked Lily, wondering what her squawks actually meant.

"To step off her hooves."

James glanced down, realising his foot was standing on hers. "Crap! Sorry!" He quickly stepped away before Hippo tried to head-butt him.

Hippo made a departing screech and broke into a gallop as she opened her wings. The pair watched as the Hippogriff circled in the air before returning back to the Forbidden forest.

"So, here we are, then," James announced to Lily, who was still on his back for the whole duration of the walk to the Hospital Wing.

"Yep. Here we are."

They both stared at the double doors with silence.

"Maybe you should get off my back now, Lily."

"Oh, yeah." She tried to hide her flushing behind her red hair as she climbed off his back for the last time.

"Well," James said, facing her closely. "I guess this is good night?"

"Right. Er, g'night."

All James could think about was how Lily's head upturned head looked so angelic.

All Lily could think about was how James could have found that tea cosy hat because his Snape hair was distracting her.

Suddenly, they both got the aggressive urges in them to kiss each other and lunged towards one another.

And collided heads.

"PAIN," Lily wailed, clutching both hands at her head.

"You cause me so many afflictions in many ways!" James cried back, checking if his forehead was still in tact.

After recovering from the soreness, they both tried to hide their humiliation.

"Well, that was embarrassing," Lily admitted.

"Much awkwardness," James nodded. "So...want to try again?"

She shrugged, "Sure."

Again, they both got the dynamic urges inside them and -again- plunged their heads towards each other.

And bumped noses.

"AGONY," Lily wailed again. She crossed her eyes, trying to look at her nose to see if it hadn't flown off in impact.

"I think you squashed my nose INTO my FACE!" James cried again, tapping his nose to see if the nerves were still working.

Furthermore, there was much hiding of humiliation.

"Maybe we shouldn't try again," Lily said weakly.

"Yep," James said.

More silence.

"You want to try again, don't you?"

"Yep."

"Me too."

For the third time, they closed in one another. But this time, had the common sense to do it slowly.

Thirty seconds of the head moving and still not reaching each other's lips...

"Maybe we should quicken it a bit," Lily suggested.

James nodded, "That we should do."

Finally, going at a speed that wouldn't cause head butting and repositioning noses so they wouldn't collide: they kissed. As expected, James melted and felt his legs go numb, and strangely, Lily couldn't stop her arms hooking round his neck to deepen the kissing. Eventually after much of stroking hands, they broke apart for air with startled eyes and ruffled hair - except James' was rock solid so Lily's hair was uncharacteristically messy for once.

"Woah."

"Woah."

"I was hoping it wouldn't be that good," Lily murmured.

"Your saliva is on my lips." James puckered his mouth in perplexity. He blushed as Lily looked at him oddly. "Er, pretend I didn't say that."

"I was really, really hoping it wouldn't be that good," she murmured again.

James grinned, "Well," he brushed off his chest, "My kissing technique is rather envied by others. Mainly Sirius. He said to prove it but we couldn't find a way of proving it without us...y'know. And I am NOT going there."

"Thank goodness," Lily muttered. She looked at him deeply in the eye and gasped. "You were right! You are growing on me!" She pressed a hand to her gawking mouth.

James smiled roguishly. "I don't think it really had ever grown. It's always been there."

Lily crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Come on, it was pretty amazing for our first kiss."

"What did you say?"

James felt his windpipe tighten. He did not say those deadly words, he did not say 'first kiss', it was just too much of a perfect moment to be ruined by his slip of tongue again.

"I said, come on it was pretty amazing and then I just STOPPED TALKING." James panicked and looked around for anything to hide his face of deceit but there were no hovering objects so just settled for his hands.

"What do you mean, 'first kiss'?" Lily interrogated.

James gulped. "You know," he emphasised, and begged in his mind that Lily would indeed 'know'. "The first kiss that was er, proper? You know. You do...know, right? Right?" He leaned in for more smooching but Lily smacked him upside the head.

"What are you hiding from me? There's something you're not telling me."

James' eyes shifted uneasily. "I'm not hiding anything."

"You just did it again!" Lily yelled. "You're lying to me."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"No you aren't."

"Yes I am—DAMN IT!" James cursed. "I hate that trick!"

Lily smiled evilly, "Works every time. Now, I want an explanation," she ordered.

James bit on his lip, "Okay, I'll tell you," he said hesitantly, "But you have to promise you won't hit me."

Instantaneously, Lily punched him in the arm. "Just tell me!"

"So much for the not hitting," James muttered. "Okay," he took a deep breath, "Have you ever wondered why I was naked under the robe when I, er, kissed you."

"Come to think of it," Lily frowned, "I never really asked about that. Why exactly were you wearing no clothes?"

James cringed, "I can't really answer that question because...that wasn't me."

Lily's eyes widened. "It wasn't you? But it had to be you," she tried to convince herself, "I'm sure I saw the guys earlier that morning and they'd turned back to their normal bodies...Oh my God, It wasn't Sirius was it? Oh, hell! Ew, ew, ew!"

"No, it wasn't Sirius."

"Oh, thank goodness," Lily breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh no, it must of been Peter! Eurgh! Euuuuurgh!" She started rubbing at her mouth.

"It wasn't Peter, Lily."

"Phew," she breathed another sigh of relief. "But there's only Remus left, and I definitely saw him because he carted you away. But you said that wasn't you...I am so confused," she declared.

"It was Whiskers," James said finally.

Lily grimaced. "Whose nickname is that? I mean, I know you guys have that weird nickname thing. Prongs and Padfoot and whatever. But Whiskers? I've never heard any of you call each other that. That's actually quite funny, because Alice's cat is called—no!" She gasped in realisation.

"Yes..." James said weakly.

"No!"

"I'm afraid, yes."

"But...No no no!" Lily shook her head furiously. "The only way of that happening would be if Whiskers drank the Polyjuice potion."

James trembled. "Well, the potion was spilled on the dormitory floor and-"

"You just leave POLYJUICE POTION on the FLOOR?"

"Our dorm is pretty messy," James tried to defend himself. "Guys don't know how to clean. It's not in out genes. We live in our own filth. It's true."

"I kissed a cat..." Lily murmured, pointing to her mouth. "A cat kissed me...and I liked it! Oh, God!" She started pulling at her hair, trying to rip it off her scalp.

"You liked it?" James said, trying to stop his mouth curving upwards. "Well, I'm sure Whiskers would be pleased with that information."

"WHY are you making JOKES? THIS is NOT FUNNY!"

And James predictably burst into chuckling.

"Stop laughing!"

"Oh, c'mon, Lils," James said lightly. "You have to admit, it is a little funny. Don't make this out to be a big deal."

"A BIG DEAL!" James winced. "I thought I'd kissed you but I'd kissed a cat! A cat! Oh, God!" She continued back to trying to claw at her own scalp. "Were you there? When Whiskers was lying on top of me?"

"Well," James said, "Er, technically, um...yes, but-"

"Why didn't you get him off me, then?" she continued to scream.

James raised a hand in the air, "I have three very thorough and detailed explanations for that."

Lily folded her arms. "Do tell."

"Okay," James held up a finger, "One: I am an idiot." Lily rolled her eyes. "Two: we were both in pretty much shocked states of mind. I mean, you were shocked because you saw me on you naked, and I was shocked because I saw me on you naked. And I was recovering from a heart attack, and you looked like you were going to get sent off to St. Mungo's-"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, you looked radiantly surprised but as pretty as always," James feigned a smile. "And thirdly: I wanted to...see how you would react..."

"WHAT!"

James winced again. "Well, personally I've never had the guts to just jump on you and kiss you. So when I saw Whiskers do it, I just held back and wanted to see what your reaction would be if you actually thought it was me doing it."

"You made a cat do your dirty work!"

"I suppose you could kind of say that. You're pretty," he added, hoping flattery would get him somewhere.

"I hate adulation," Lily stated.

Too bad James didn't know the definition of the word. "Er, you're still pretty?" He made a cheesy smile which was not returned. "Let's just forget the whole cat-kiss thing, okay? Please...? You're so pretty."

Lily shook her head. "I can't just forget it, James."

"Was it that good?"

Lily burst in anger. "You're an idiot!"

"A loveable idiot?" James suggested.

"No, just an idiot."

James squirmed, "Please, I don't want us to go to bed angry."

"WHAT! You think I'm going to go to BED with you now, do you! You PERVERT!"

James blanched. "Oh, Merlin, no! I didn't mean that! I don't mean one bed together! I meant sleeping separately, I swear! You're pretty?"

"I cannot believe this is happening," Lily muttered.

"Lily." James took her hands in his. "Please, just promise me that tomorrow you won't ignore me or hate me and we'll be doing this again," he pointed to his and her mouths, "because our lives depend on it."

Lily's eyes blazed and she was about to erupt into a wave of curses and insults, but the Hospital Wing doors opened.

"Madam Pomfrey," Lily greeted her in embarassment, snatching her hand away from James' with a glare.

The witch looked sceptically between the two teens, eventually making a comforting smile to Lily. "Miss Evans, an injured ankle I see," she diagnosed, focusing on Lily's foot; she was surprised by how quickly her injury was identified.

"Come in, dear," Madam Pomfrey ushered her inside. James was about to follow but the woman stopped her.

"You're not injured, are you, Potter?"

"I've got a broken heart..." James mumbled.

Madam Pomfrey smiled sadly. "I'm afraid I cannot mend those." She put a hand to his shoulder. "I suggest you go back to your dormitory and sleep. You can see Miss Evans tomorrow morning-"

"I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY VISITORS TOMORROW!" Lily's voice cut in from behind the door. "ESPECIALLY NOT JAMES BLOODY POTTER!"

Madam Pomfrey winced. "Well, maybe visit her when she's asleep….or maybe just not turn up at all?"

"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey," James grunted, before dragging his feet to Gryffindor Tower.

"Hmm, tomorrow's plans," he talked to himself. "Jumping off the astronomy tower, or maybe drowning in the lake?

He'd always liked water.

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Oh well......

*Shouts loudly* HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE TOMATOES!!!!!!!!!!!

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*Y quitetly says* yeah..... I'll be going now......

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