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2008 fic

James Potter in a Secret Passageway with a Hair Ribbon
Title: Walk a Mile in Her Shoes
Author: eeyore9990
Character: James Potter (Sr)
Location: Secret Passageway
Object: Ribbon
Other Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Abuse of Polyjuice; sort of creepy behaviour
Word Count: ~2500
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the mods for being so very, very understanding when this was a bit late. Also YAY for the RIGHT kind of wank in fandom! Hee!

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James grinned as he stepped up behind Lily, his eyes roving over the way her lithe body swayed under her opened robes, her long hair trailing down her back to rest just above the curve of her arse. Reaching out, he found the emerald green ribbon nestled in the nape of her neck, holding the front part of her hair back, and pulled.

With a gasp, Lily spun around, her hand going to her head even as her brilliant hair fell into her face, framing even more brilliant eyes. For all her other features, it was her eyes that drew him most—not that he'd ever admit to such a poncy thing in front of his friends.

"James Potter! I truly thought this was beneath you! Actually pulling girls' pigtails? Ooooh!" Lily's eyes sparked with anger and her cheeks flushed brightly as she curled her graceful hands into fists.

"What, this?" James asked innocently, holding up the ribbon. "I was just trying to protect you, Evans. Really. I mean, look. Your ribbon is," he lowered his voice and glance up and down the hall even as Sirius walked up behind Lily, "Slytherin colours. You wouldn't want anyone to think you're conspiring with the enemy, would you? I'm doing you a favour, here! Honest!"

Sirius' bark of laughter ruined James' impassioned speech, and with another choked growl of fury, Lily stormed off to her next class.

"She'll never go to Hogsmeade with you now, mate," Sirius said, his voice full of good cheer.

"Ah, she'll come around. They always do. And since I have this, I won't have to worry about anything beyond that first step… she'll be putty in my arms once she's there." James held up the ribbon, twirling it around to show off the three red hairs clinging to the satin material.

Sirius slanted a glance at him from the corner of his eye and muttered, "Unless she ever finds out what you're about to do. Then she may just hex your bollocks off."

James smiled and clapped a hand on Sirius' shoulder, adding a threatening squeeze—not that he didn't trust Sirius, but his friend was known to drop a secret or two in the heat of the moment. "She's not going to find out, though, is she?"

Sirius shot him a wounded look and said, "Such a thing to say to the bloke who filched you some Polyjuice!"

James' eyes lit up as he grabbed Sirius' shoulders and spun him around. "Where? You got some? I can't believe it!"

Sirius grinned slyly and said, "Yeah. That great prat Snivellus was making some for his end of term project. It was nothing to distract him and grab a bit before he vanished the left-overs."

"Snivellus made it?" James didn't bother to stop his lip curling in distaste.

"Whatever else you can say; the little bastard is top rate at Potions."

"Arse licker."

Sirius just nodded and reached into his robes, pulling out a sloppily capped vial of the sludge-y looking potion. James could feel his gag reflex acting up just from looking at it.

"Oh, God, that looks foul. I have to drink it?"

"Of course you don't have to. You could give me the fair Lily's hair; I'll be happy to spend a few hours in her body."

James scowled darkly and swiped the vial from Sirius before slinging his pack over his shoulder and saying, "Tell Binns I was feeling off from lunch. I'll meet you back in the dorm later."

"You're not going to the dorm?" Sirius asked, his voice lilting with surprise.

"Nah, too risky. I don't want you walking in on me at a bad moment." James smirked at Sirius' crestfallen face. "Just go to class like a good boy. If it works, we'll have to see about making our own end of term project."

Sirius scowled but nodded and backed slowly away. "Pensieve, James. I want to see it in a Pensieve."

James just waved him off and ran for the statue of the hump-back witch.

~*~

James slipped into the small, dank passageway and waited until the statue slid back into place before rummaging in his pack. Pulling out one of his books, he concentrated hard before moving his wand in the intricate pattern needed for transfiguring one material to another.

Puffing out a breath, he cast "Lumos!" and looked down, pleased to see that the cover of his Potion's book had become perfectly reflective. Tilting his head, he glanced down and frowned at himself before looking along the edge of the passageway for a…

"Ahh," he whispered, edging deeper into the tunnel. The slope under the castle's grounds was fairly even here and just a bit more transfiguration would get him what he wanted. Setting the book down on the ground, he propped it against the earthen walls so that his scuffed black shoes were framed in the reflective surface.

Kneeling down, he pointed his wand directly at the book, muttered "Nox!" and then, hoping his swish and flick wouldn't misdirect his aim, said, "Engorgio!" Biting his lip, he cast another Lumos before smiling delightedly at seeing the mirror had become full length. "Brilliant," he murmured, waving at his reflection.

James dumped his bag to the floor and popped the cork off the vial he'd taken from Sirius. The stench from the potion made him gag, but he slipped his hand into his robes and pulled out Lily's hair ribbon. Plucking one of the precious strands of her titian hair from it, he dropped it into the bottle and waited for it to stop bubbling before bringing it to his mouth.

Downing it quickly, he tried to ignore the taste—and hoped against hope that Snivellus hadn't botched the potion—while it slid in sludge-like fashion to his stomach where it settled like a rock.

"Oh, God, I'm going to be sick," he moaned out loud… and was startled out of his nausea by the sound of his voice. Every word seemed to come out at a higher register. A cramp in his stomach caused him to gasp and grab for it, kneading the flesh as his body began to spasm.

"Fuck!" he screamed in Lily's voice, bending double and falling to the ground.

As suddenly as it'd begun, the pain and nausea stopped. James lay on the ground, still panting as he blinked around the blurry tunnel. Frowning, he reached up to remove his glasses only to see a much smaller hand. Swallowing heavily, he looked into the mirror and saw Lily laying there in its reflection.

Pushing to his hands and knees, he raked his gaze over her face, taking in the fact that the potion had changed him completely. Standing slowly, he smoothed his hands over his body, lingering on the place his new breasts pressed against his robes. With shaking hands, he slipped the enclosure of his robes open and let the garment drop from his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," Lily said to him from the mirror. The image of Lily standing in nothing but James' too-large clothing would have been enough to make his cock swell… if he'd still had one.

A lazy grin stretched Lily's mouth as James slipped his trousers—still completely fastened—off Lily's much slimmer hips. When she was standing there in just his shirt and boxers, James instinctively grabbed for his cock to give it a squeeze. Instead, he ended up cupping Lily's mound through his boxers.

"Oh, God," he whispered, hearing it come back to him in Lily's voice again.

Desire swirled through him, settling in the tips of Lily's beautiful breasts and what felt like the base of his groin. It still pulsed and throbbed, but it was a deeper ache than he was used to… an ache that begged to be filled.

Gasping, James quickly stripped off the boxers and ripped the buttons on his shirt as he tried to open it. Lily's triangle of deep red curls made his mouth go dry before flooding with moisture. That one view made him desperate to see the rest. His fingers—her fingers—grew clumsy as he fumbled with the top-most buttons on his shirt and slipped his tie from its knot.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck," Lily's voice moaned when the shirt was able to part enough to showcase her body.

A glint of green caught his eye then and he looked down to see Lily's ribbon lying abandoned on the ground. He bent down and picked it up, carefully removing each of the long strands of hair from it and, rummaging in his bag for something appropriate, slipped them between the pages of his History of Magic text. Closing the book, he returned it to the bag and stood again in front of the mirror.

Pointing his wand at the mirror, he remembered to cast "Nox" before giving a flick of his wrist and saying, "Memorium!" Lighting his wand-tip again, he carefully lowered it to the ground, illuminating Lily's body from the bottom, up. Shadows drew designs on her skin that James traced with the edge of one of her fingers, the longish nail scratching delicately at her skin and causing gooseflesh to break out.

Shrugging out of his shirt, James took a long moment to simply absorb the impact of Lily's naked body. The skin was so creamy and smooth, her body lean but delightfully curved. He traced her hands down her sides, over her hips before reversing his touch to scrape the edges of her nails over her hipbones.

A startled, high cry escaped at the pleasure that sent pouring through him. Everything was so unusual, every touch so different. Lily seemed to be sensitive in places he'd never have thought to touch on himself.

He found himself wishing once more for his cock so he could quickly relieve the pressure building within him. But Lily's body, while fantastic and awe-inspiring, was so very alien to him that he felt awkward and fumbling as he touched her.

He cupped her breasts, amazed at how well they fit her hands for all that they weren't large. Skimming his hand down, he ran the palm of her hand over the gentle curve of her belly, exploring the dip of her navel. The ribbon still caught between his thumb and forefinger slithered over Lily's skin, adding a ghostly essence to the wandering of his hands.

With a sigh, he threaded his fingers through the coarse red curls covering her mound, smiling slightly as he saw the way the green ribbon contrasted so beautifully. "Like Christmas," he murmured. Grinning wickedly, he awkwardly threaded the ribbon through a bunch of the curls, trying to tie a bow. The hair was too short, however, and foiled his efforts, but the attempt was enough to distract him from the throbbing in his body.

The ribbon tangled in his fingers as he tried to retie it, but his fumbling was rewarded when his fingers slid between the lips of her cunt, finding delicate moisture and a shock of pleasure as the tip of her fingernail scraped over her clit. Or, at least, he thought it was her clit.

James grabbed his shirt and trousers and laid them out on the ground before sitting down on them. Spreading Lily's thighs, he placed her feet wide apart in front of the mirror and watched as he wanked her… as she wanked herself? Oh, it was all so confusing, but fuck it was hot.

Shaking his head, he watched as Lily's long hair flew out and around to stream over her shoulders, tangling with the curls at her cunt and sliding over the tips of her breasts, parting like a curtain to show her pink nipples.

Biting his lip, James allowed his fingers to slide more firmly through the wet heat between the folds of Lily's cunt, dragging a gasp from him.

"God! So intense!" he whispered. Again, he ground his fingers over her clit, but this time realised the pressure was a bit too much. Backing off slightly, he rubbed his fingers back and forth, his breathing growing ragged as he felt knots of need building within. He whimpered miserably when continuing to rub didn't make him come. Instead, it seemed to make the area go a bit numb, so he backed off completely, glaring into the mirror as if to accuse it of keeping him from the orgasm he was so desperate for.

Trying again, he decided to go a bit further. Avoiding her clit for now, James sought out and found her hole, sliding two fingers into it. A deep grunt left him—though in Lily's voice it wasn't really much of a grunt—and sweat broke out on his brow as the ache in Lily's groin was satisfied for the moment. He rubbed his fingers around, looking for the spot Sirius assured him was like a man's prostate. Either he didn't have the right angle, or it was much farther inside her than he was willing to delve.

He had no idea how far the hymen was and didn't want to go through the kind of pain he'd heard girls felt when their cherry was popped. At least, he thought, glancing at his bag, not this time.

Angling his wrist, he was able to continue pumping his fingers into Lily's cunt and swipe his thumb over her clit at the same time. This seemed to do the trick, though he quickly found that he couldn't move his thumb fast enough. With a frustrated shout, he removed his slick fingers from her hole and lightly rubbed them back and forth over her clit.

The extra moisture from her body helped; within moments he hunched forward, his body pulsing as Lily's cunt literally grasped at thin air.

"Damn, that was too complicated," he said on a breathless gasp.

Slumping backward, James waited for his post-wank lethargy to steal over him only to find that, instead, he felt like he could get up and run five miles without breaking a sweat. Grinning to himself, he rubbed lazily over the ultra-sensitive flesh of Lily's cunt, shivering as he found that action prolonged her orgasm, adding slighter, deeper ripples of pleasure.

He remained in his relaxed pose until the familiar cramp in his belly signalled the transformation back to his natural form.

~*~

James crawled into his bed that night a bit early. Leaning over the foot of his bed, he grabbed his bag, opened it, and pulled out his Potion's text. Grinning at Sirius, who was thumbing through a copy of Quidditch Weekly, he sat back and spelled his bed curtains closed and sealed against his roommates.

At Sirius' shout of anger, James just laughed.

Setting the book on the bed, he used one of the pillows behind him to prop it up. Murmuring "Rememorium!," he watched as the cover of his book turned translucent, then took on the look of the tunnel behind the hump-back witch. He licked his lips and slowly opened his trousers as he watched the half-naked form of Lily Evans begin touching herself.

Fin