All is Fair in Love and War

Please note that this is my first ever Harry Potter fanfiction. Also, this is my first fanfic involving smut, rape, and other goodness found on AdultFanfiction.net. Also please note while I have recently become fascinated with rape fics, I highly discourage of it in real life, and consider it worse then murder as far as morals go, so please don’t think I support that sort of thing. It is merely fiction and my own sick way of twisting J. K. Rowling’s brilliant characters. All characters are owned by J. K. Rowling, just my idea. Please review, even if you think it sucked so that I can improve my works. Thanks for reading! Oh, as for warnings yes, there will be rape in this fic. Also there will be fisting, mild BDDSM, and non-con of course, otherwise known as rape, oh and plot. If you don’t like plot fics then this isn’t for you, but I assure you there will be some sex in it! This is a Hogwarts past story, so Hermoine, Harry, Ron, and Draco won’t be in here as they are not born yet. Snape will be, but as a student, not a Professor.

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Chapter One: Prongs and Lily Flower:

It was the beginning of a usual day for a certain fifth year Gryffindor, and things at Hogwarts were becoming far too routine for his liking. James Potter hated routines, he liked to keep things unpredictable, for he found them more interesting that way. But recently it has been the same thing for two weeks now: Wake up, shower, dress, eat breakfast, go to classes, play a few harmless pranks, stare at Lily, eat Dinner, stare at Lily some more, play a prank on Snivellus, hex a few students for the heck of it, get yelled at by Lily, stare at her some more, practice Quidditch, shower, go to bed. Yep, all routine. Same old, same old. It was getting…well, boring. They haven’t had a good prank in ages, and James was afraid they were beginning to loose their touch. They needed an edge, but what?

Sighing, these were the thoughts that filled his head as he laid in bed just a few more minutes before he had to get up. Usually, he and the other Marauders slept in, and were often late for classes. Today however, James was having trouble sleeping. He didn’t even know why, it wasn’t like he had a bad dream or anything. But none of the less, he lay there in his warm bed, sleepless. He sighed and glanced around the room out of pure boredom. His bed was rather large, though standard Hogwarts sized beds. Silky, crimson sheets draped the bed, with matching crimson curtains, and crimson pillows. A white lining was laid underneath it, making it nice and toasty warm. There were four beds shared in each dorm, and the other three beds belonged to his best friends: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. The four of them together were celebrities around the school, known as The Marauders. Determined that he wasn’t going to get any sleep any time soon, James decided to get up and start the day early. Who knows, maybe it’ll mean today will be different.

Grinning at that thought, he pulled the covers over himself, and leapt out of bed. Being December, the tiles were rather chilly against his bare feet. Shivering, James grabbed a towel, soap, shampoo and conditioner, and ran towards the showers so he didn’t have to stand in one place for long as it was rather cold. Walking into the boys showers, he quickly undressed and walked into a stall and turned on the hot water.

One great thing about Hogwarts was there was always hot water for the showers and bath’s. He wondered how the House-Elves managed it, but he figured there was probably a spell for that. Shrugging, he lathered some shampoo into his hands, and began washing his hair. Closing his eyes, his thoughts immediately drifted to his red-haired angel: Lily Evans.

He sighed heavily thinking of Lily, and felt himself go hard below. This caused him to blush lightly, and was happy no one else was up yet. Quickly rinsing off his hair, he gently rubbed his manhood below, he rubbed it slowly at first, then picked up speed. He messaged it gently a little, then went back to rubbing it. He let out a low moan, as he imagined that it was Lily doing it instead of himself. This only made him long for her even more, and he knew he had to have her, or he’d go insane. Rubbing it even harder, he let out an even louder moan, until he felt himself go flat again. Grinning, he quickly washed the rest of his body and stepped out of the showers.

Once he was done with his shower, he cast a spell to dry himself off with his wand, and quickly got dressed, deciding to wait for the others to get up in the Gryffindor Common Room. And who would be the first to arrive, none other but Lily Evans herself! Grinning as he saw his Lily Flower, which he liked to call her though never spoke that name out loud, he rushed by her side, and smiled, only to receive a frown in return.

“’Morning, my red-haired angel.” He greeted her with great enthusiasm.

Being called his ‘red-haired angel’; Lily couldn’t help but blush. ‘Damn him.’ She thought to herself, as she realized she was blushing.

“Mr. Potter, it is far too early for your boyish charm which won’t work on a girl like me. Please leave me alone, I have to go shower.” She instantly regretted saying the word shower, as his grin widened on his face, and she knew exactly what he was thinking of.

“Then what will work on you, Evans?” He asked, moving closer towards her.

She shook her head and tried to walk past him, but he stopped her from moving on. “For starters, try calling me by my first name. It’s Lily. And you can also let me go!” She demanded, frustrated with his actions.

“I can’t let you go Lily, I love you!” Without warning, he grabbed her, and forced her into a deep kiss.

Lily was so shocked with the kiss that she let it linger for a while, too shocked to pull away. Finally, when her senses got to her, she screamed in his mouth, though his mouth muffled it. As she slapped him hard, he finally let go of the kiss, and grinned stupidly at her. She stood there in panic, eyes still wide. Her chest was heaving in and out heavily as her breathing was rapid, and James couldn’t help but stare as her breasts moved up and down quickly.

Lily didn’t seem to notice what he was staring at. She couldn’t seem to come up with the words she wanted to say. Part of her wanted to slap him again, or scream at him, the other part, wanted to kiss him again. She just ran, ran into the showers, and closed the door to the girls shower room, then started to cry.

James stood there in awe of what he had just done, the bravery of Gryffindor must have been with him when he made that kiss. He smiled thinking of their passionate kiss and held a hand up to his mouth. His lips still tasted Lily’s sweet and innocent one’s, as was his own. He licked his lips, to savor the moment a little longer. James was never interested in another girl but Lily, and therefore never kissed another girl. And until this morning, he’d never kiss another girl but Lily. Sure, he wanted his first kiss with Lily to be a bit more romantic, and with her consent, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And speaking of desperate times, he could feel himself hardening again.

Usually his hormones weren’t as bad as they were this morning, and it almost worried James. But soon all rational thought left the 15 year old boy’s mind and only one thought replaced it, he needed Lily. His heart needed Lily, but most importantly, his body needed Lily. And he was so desperate he would do anything.

Then he remembered that Lily said she was going to shower. He grinned again at that. ‘Time to get my dad’s old cloak out.’ He thought to himself, with a wicked grin. Rushing up to the boy’s dormitory, he quickly went to his empty four poster bed and slowly and quietly opened up the trunk that was at the foot of the bed. He looked around the room nervously praying that he didn’t wake anyone up. The snores from Peter and Sirius told him that he hadn’t. He glanced over at Remus Lupin and sighed to see the boy squirming in bed, probably more nightmares about him being a were wolf. Remus had told the other Marauders once that were wolf dreams were all he dreamt about. James had a moment of pity for the boy, before his hormones kicked in again.

Quickly grabbing the invisibility cloak which his father gave him the day he arrived at Hogwarts, he quickly put the cloak on, making his whole body completely invisible. He grinned and closed his trunk door again, and after a quick check to make sure his friends were still sleeping, he ran out of the room and towards the girl’s showers.

Yes, he knew very well what he was about to do was wrong and perverted, but only one head of his was thinking this morning, and it wasn’t his brain. He desperately wanted to see Lily again, and if she was to take a shower he knew she would have to be naked. He felt himself harden even more at the thought of seeing Lily naked. Naked and wet, he reminded himself.

Running faster then ever before, he stopped as he got to the girl’s showers, usually one would need a password to get in, but Sirius told him secret entrance to get in a long time ago. He carefully crawled into the secret passage that was behind a painting, and crawled quickly towards the other side. Jumping down to the girls showers, he grinned to see Lily was the only girl up as well. He had no desire to see another girl shower, but he frowned to discover his Lily flower was crying.

‘It couldn’t still be from the kiss…could it?’ He asked himself, concerned for her well being. Slowly walking up to her so he wouldn’t make a sound, he half wanted to give her a hug to make her feel better, but reason told him not to. Reason told him that if he did give her a hug, she would slap him before and he would be caught for sneaking in the girl’s shower. Most defiantly a detention, if not expelled!

Gulping at the thought of explosion, he waited patiently for his Lily flower to stop crying. ‘C’mon Evans, quit crying already and take your shower!’ He barked at her inside his head, not daring to say anything aloud.

But Lily was indeed still crying, as she sat on the floor, hugging her knees. “I couldn’t have liked it…could I?” She asked herself out loud with frustration. “No…James Potter is nothing more.. then a…then a.. then a loud-mouthed, big show off, Quidditch playing git!” She yelled in frustration and shook her head. But part of her did enjoy that forceful kiss, maybe because it caught her off guard, maybe because she always wondered what it was like to kiss a boy, could it be..even she liked James Potter? No…that’s impossible! Or was it?

Shaking her head, she decided that she had thought enough for James Potter for one day, and the day had just begun! Sighing, she slowly began to undress to take her shower. A nice hot shower was just what she needed to relax. She was unaware of the Peeping Tom that was watching her every move with wide eyes. Shivering from the cold December air, she sighed in annoyance when her nipples began to grow hard from the cold air. Quickly turning on the shower head, she couldn’t wait for the warm water to cover her.

James stared at her breasts and grabbed his manhood, which was growing larger by the second. He was so tempted to go over there and kiss her again, but he’d never have gotten the cloak wet before, and wasn’t sure the effects it would cause. If he was exposed now, he knew it was loose any chance he had with his Lily flower. He let out a quiet moan as the tension from below was released, and scared that Lily had heard him, he left the girls showers as quickly as he came, though Lily never even noticed he was there.

Running back upstairs, he quickly threw his cloak back in his trunk where he had found it, and annoyed that everyone was still fast asleep, he sighed and grabbed everything he needed for classes, and headed out. He decided the best place to go was to wait for everyone to wake up was the Great Hall, maybe some food would be out already. One thing for sure, today was not another day, and he was thankful for that.