Sugar and Soap

Thanks for the reviews. I can see where it may look like Draco is Lily\'s father, but that\'s not what I intended. He wasn\'t treated very nicely by Lucius, and so he is concerned about the Potter children and still hasn\'t felt as though he has fully redeemed himself for his past actions. Smut this chapter. Enjoy.

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It was easy to make friends when you knew what everyone else was feeling. If someone seemed to look down, eleven year old Lily would just slide up beside them at the table in The Great Hall or touch their arm in the hallway and ask if they needed to talk. Quickly she accumulated more popularity than James, and even some of his friends liked her enough to tell her when he\'d invaded them. She soon realized that it wasn\'t just herself and Al who felt like James knew things they\'d never told anyone. She made a trip to the Library to try and look any reason this might happen up, but didn\'t get far. Books were never Lily\'s thing. She used to launch them around the back yard, putting a spin on them, like frisbees when she was younger, not to mention she had no idea how things were organized or where to start. She decided to ask Albus, but it was hard to find him, and whenever she tried to go talk to him at meals, Professor Longbottom would become a pest and lead her somewhere to "talk" about how excited he was that she had made reserve Seeker in her First Year, and share obnoxious stories about how great her dad was.



And as she made more friends, as people opened up more and more, she realized they had known who she was before she even met them. She never quite asked why, nor did she want to know, although it all became clear in their second month of lessons during Defense Against the Dark Arts. She sat in the back, like normal. Her eyesight was excellent, really, so she could see the board. But she saw everyone else too, and so thus far she understood about half the crap Longbottom went on about.



Slowly she reached into her pocket as he started in on his lesson and pulled out the regulation Snitch she\'d began to bring to all of her classes. She let it go, and caught it before it flew too far away. Let it go, and caught it. Let it go. Caught it. Until someone in the front row mentioned a giant snake, and Harry Potter. She didn\'t catch it after that.



Lily sat, eyes wide, mouth straight, brows furrowed toward the bridge of her nose as Neville blushed near the front and stuttered.



"Yea, Susan, I actually...yea. I-I-I did help-p-p Harry d-d-during the war..." he sat on the edge of his desk a moment. "Do you want t-t-to hear the story?"



Lily sat still. She didn\'t think she was breathing. Her heart was racing though, thumping alarmingly quick, her body heating up, a cold sweat spreading across her as she gripped the desk ledge.



After a general murmur, Neville started in: "Well, it was the last few hours of the war, you see. Harry had already turned himself in to Lord Voldemort. He was dead, or so we thought-"



Lily sat wordless. She had never really not had something to say about anything before this began, but now she couldn\'t even remember how to speak. Her lips were dry, her chest rising and falling slowly.



"And then Harry jumped from Hagrid\'s arms! And he and Voldemort began to duel, because remember what that prophecy said?"



And everyone repeated it in unison. Her chest stopped rising at that point. And she shoved the desk away as she began to feel dizzy.



"So I took the sword of Gryffindor. Nagini, she was a huuuuuge snake. And deadly, her venom was deadly. Arthur Weasley was nearly killed my fifth year when she bit him! And she killed Severus Snape with those fangs of her\'s!"



Lily sank down even more.



"And so as they dueled, I lopped her head off and watched it roll to a stop! It was in that moment that I knew that Harry would win this thing...that Harry Potter would save the wizarding world. And he did. With a disarming spell..."



Neville stood up and caught her Snitch as it flew by his ear. He looked her over, crossing to the back of the room, handing it back deactivated, and slowly he lifted a hand to her forehead.



"Are you alright, Lily? You look a bit pale." He quickly retracted his hand. "You\'re burning up."



She looked up and took a breath after what seemed like an eternity. Her head was starting to pound and she felt lightheaded. Slowly she stood up, and the room spun around her. She blinked at Longbottom. "I think I need to go lay down..." she whispered, scooping up her bag.



Neville nodded and eyed her in concern. "Want someone to walk you back to Gryffindor Tower?"



She shook her head \'no\' and slipped out through the back door before he could fight her on it.



It was late, she was sure. She shivered, her eyes and body aching worse than ever. She wrapped deeper under the five blankets she\'d snuggled into before she felt a hand caress her forehead. Slowly she turned her head, her sight and mind equally unfocused, to see James looming over her. She gave a slow blink, not sure if he was real or not. She could have sworn that Albus was snuggled with her earlier, but then that didn\'t make any sense because she was here, in Gryffindor. It was too much to make logic fit, so she just gave up.



"Mmm...you\'re so warm," he cooed softly. "We have to take off some of these blankets, Lil..."



She shook her head, which made her grow dizzier, eyes closing to try and regain her balance. She shuddered as her stomach fluttered from the feeling. "James...will you lay with me?" Her voice cracked a bit.



He nodded slowly. She didn\'t even feel the blankets lift before he was behind her on the couch, shifting closer towards the back, pinning her there under his arm. He kissed her temple lightly.



"Mmm..." she breathed out, her pale fingers rubbing the length of his arm, feeling far away and unreal. "You\'re so muscular," she giggled, her voice slurring even more.



"And you\'re so sick..." he snorted.



She nodded and pressed farther into him. Her chest started to tighten, her face heating up, feeling something familiar press against her. She wasn\'t sure where she remembered it from, but now she was definitly aware of his hardness pressing against her backside. She didn\'t talk about it. She forced herself quiet, not wanting to embarass him in case he couldn\'t help it.



"And so tiny..." he whispered, his hand snaking around her middle, onto her stomach, rubbing gently.



She shifted a bit, feeling her stomach flutter differently, her cheeks flush farther, her eyes lid. She stiffled a whimper, feeling other parts of her body heat up and tingle, parts that were private.



"And horny," he chuckled softly.



She slid away from him a bit, but he slipped closer, pinning her more against the back of the couch. She started to breath heavier, squeezing her eyes closed and biting her lip harder. "James..."



"Shhhh...let me take care of you, Lily..." he cooed in her ear. "Just close your eyes...and pretend it\'s Mister Wood, not me...I know you had a crush on him..." his lips curled in an evil way as she tries to moved farther away. He held her tighter and rolled his hips against her. "Mmm...relax..." he began to slither his hand down her stomach. "Let your big brother put you to sleep. You know you miss this..."



"Miss it?" she squeaked, not knowing what she was missing, even after his hand slid beneath the waist band of her pajamas and into her panties. She squirmed against him, heart starting to pump faster, entire body heating up. "James, what\'re you do-" and then he rubbed over her clit, and she let out a little heated whimper.



"Mmm...good girl..." he smirked against her ear, and slowly his lips caressed her neck. He continued to rock his hips into her ass, stroking his cock against the material of his pants as it hardened farther. "Just feel it, don\'t think..."



She felt him slide between her, his fingers slowly massaging and drawing wetness across the pink, tender flesh. Her hips started to undulate back against his rocking, sending his pressure back and forth across her clit. She breathed heavier, head swimming, and let out a moan. "James...mmm.... That feels good," she pressed into him farther as he slid his fingers down her soaked slit, testing her hole with one. "What are you doing?" she whimpered.



He could feel the little barrier there, causing him to smirk even farther. "You can\'t tell anyone about how good I make you feel, Lily, okay?" he whispered, slowly latching his lips onto her neck now, his finger slipping inside of his little sister\'s tight canal. He smirked, only able to go in about half an inch before he was blocked by the barrier, but her reaction was priceless...



She gasped and writhed a bit as she felt something force its way inside of her. It felt foreign. And it stung a bit. She tried to wiggle away, but she was caught between the backing of the couch and James and everything felt like a bad dream. Maybe she was still asleep? If she was, this wasn\'t a problem. If she was...why not...just...enjoy it? "James...mmm...more."



"More?" he asked, probing her mind a moment. He couldn\'t explain the process, but he could read people\'s thoughts like a book. Slowly he chuckled. More. She thought this was a dream. Mmm... "You want more, love?" he breathed, before pressing against that barrier a little faster, a little harder, fucking the first inch or so of her little pussy with his finger. He brought his other hand around to the front of her pants, putting pressure on her mound as he finger fucked her, her hips rocking purposefully against his palm now.



"Mmm...yea...oh....James...I feel so weird inside," she whimpered it out quietly.



"Don\'t think about it, just feel it," he half groaned, flitting faster. He heard her give a delicious little moan and bit her neck gently. "That\'s it...that\'s right..." he humped against her harder. "Take it you naughty little girl...take it..."



She writhed and moaned louder as he bit and spoke. "Naughty little girl. I\'m a bad little girl. Mmm..."



"You like when your big" he thrusted harder into her, "brother," and another hard thrust, "punishes you," he rammed his finger in so hard he broke her virginal membrane, feeling the release of the blood graze his finger, warm, like the rest of her juices, "don\'t you, you little whore?"



She winced, feeling him slip deeper and the little soreness. But her moans were coming so fast, her breathing almost wheezing, that she just pressed farther down on his finger, whimpering and grabbing hold of his muscular forearm. "Mmm...yea. James. Mmm..."



"Say it." He barked it out in the same tone he used when she was younger and had been bad.



"Say it?" she moaned out, twisting down on his finger, her muscles starting to grip against him, her movements more erratic.



"Tell me you\'re a whore, Lily," he growled in her ear.



"But I\'m not," she protested.



He pulled his hand away from her hole, caressing the bit of flesh between her cunt and her bottom.



"James," she gasped, breathlessly. "Please..." she begged.



"Say it," he growled.



"Don\'t make me-" she started to protest.



He slid his finger against her tight little asshole and smirked again. "Say it," he growled.



"I\'m your little whore," she whimpered, arching into him as he caressed. "And that feels good."



"Mmm..." he humped harder against her and kept massaging, allowing his already lubricated finger to dip inside her puckered little hole to the first knuckle, chuckling darkly as she groaned out in obvious pain. "Oh, Lily...you\'re so fucking sexy when you\'re hurt..."



She slid her hand down her own stomach and into her panties, and he watched as she dipped her own finger inside of her pussy, fucking herself. She winced and moaned and writhed as he continued fucking her ass to the same pace she was using, nibbling and kissing and suckling against her neck all the while. Her muscles contracted wildly, and she pressed more against his cock. "James!" She squealed it out, finally, and arched,  feeling her insides clamp down as bliss poured over her, her eyes closing, her breathing now a wheezing pant, each exhale ending in a high pitched little whimper.



He felt her clamp and that did it for him. His cock began to pulsat as he released into his pants, his eyes closing, his lips open. "Yesss..." he hissed, laying his head back down, smirk spreading farther across his face. "Mmm...you\'re my little whore."



She stopped moving as everything felt limp, her eyes blinking, his finger giving a pop as it slid out. She settled back into him, everything starting to sway. "This was a good dream," she whispered, hand still in her pants.



He nodded. "Mmmm...it was..." He watched her as her breathing evened out and slowed even farther. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, still flushed and hot, gently. "Goodnight, Little One..." When he was sure she was asleep, he stood up and left her there, curled on the couch, confident she\'s believe this was all just a dream when she woke up tomorrow morning.