a/n this was set in the 70's but idk what ppl wore to halloween parties then so their clothes will sound quite modern. fyi a fag is what we call cigarettes in britain
Over the course of the week leading up to halloween, an exited buzz of those invited surrounded the castle. The constant topic of who was wearing what distracted people from their classes, so much so that teachers barely bothered teaching on the Friday.
The 4 marauders had continued to be secretive about their own choice of costume, so when it came to the day of the party, they shut El and Marlene out of James' dorm so they could prepare.
The two Slytherin girls had leisurely started getting ready several hours before the party started, and were now taking their time doing their makeup on El's bed after getting into their costumes. El's devil costume consisted of a loose red silk dress, cinched in at her waist with a black corset, along with fishnets, devil horns and black heels. She'd done black winged eyeliner and red lipstick, using a charm Marlene found to keep their makeup in place all night.
The boys had finished getting ready a few minutes prior, so were waiting in the common room. Sirius was wearing a knitted jumper with coudoury trousers, and Remus was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. It only took Eleanor a moment to realise they'd dressed up as each other. Peter was wearing mouse ears and a rat tail, an idea that was undoubtedly Sirius'. And James, who had gone as a vampire, was wearing black suit trousers, a white shirt and a red tie that hadn't been tied yet, he had two red dots of fake blood on his neck, and some splattered over his outfit.
All his breath left his lungs when James turned to see Eleanor walk out her dorm, his eyes flitted over her thighs and all the way up to her face, taking everything in him to not let out a groan at the sight of her.
After exchanging friendly comments about their outfits and grabbing a few bottles of alcohol, the group walked out of the tapestry and towards the Gryffindor common room. El and James fell behind the rest of their friends, to abruptly stop walking when El turned to face him. Grabbing the two sides of his undone tie, she tied it in a neat knot, not realising how close they were standing until she looked up.
"There you go, Donner," James laughed at yet another one of the Santa's reindeer nicknames.
He took El's necklace and twisted it around his finger, "Thanks." Their faces were now only inches apart, but El already had a plan in mind and she didn't want to ruin it.
She had decided earlier that evening that she would see how well she could tease James at the party. Not with any goal in mind, more of just an ego boost to see how much power she could get over him.
Deciding now would be a good time to test him, El put her face even closer to his, whispered, "Anytime," and started walking again as if nothing had happened.
By the time they arrived at the painting of the fat lady, the party was in full swing, a mixture of students from all houses had been invited as long as they were above fifth year. James, Remus and Peter had spent most of their day decorating the room, which had two banners hanging over the walls, one reading: "Happy Halloween!" the other: "Happy 18th Padfoot!"
El was dragged to where everyone was dancing by Marlene, the pair of them moving their bodies in sync and shouting the words to the song in each others faces. Marlene knew about her friends plan to tease James, and thought the whole thing hilarious.
The girls continued to drink and dance until they were too tired to continue. Marlene left to go talk to someone so El stumbled over to where Sirius and James were standing.
"Evening boys," She greeted, keeping her eyes on James.
Sirius downed the remainder of his drink, "I'm gonna go find Moony," he muttered, neither of them taking in anything he said.
"Well Mr Potter, i must say you look incredibly suave tonight," she said in a fake posh accent, playing with the end of his tie with one hand. "Wheres your little girlfriend?"
"I don't have a girlfriend," James matched her teasing tone and leaned closer to her to take the bottle that was in her hand and take a sip from it himself.
"Lily?" she smirked, not at all caring about Lily's actual whereabouts.
"If i didnt know any better, i'd say you were jealous," El playfully rolled her eyes at his words.
"I dont get jealous,"
Their conversation was broken apart when Evan came over a slipped an arm round Eleanors waist. "Rosier," James nodded to the blonde boy, "Didn't know you were invited."
"Eleanor invited me, actually," Evan said, not sensing the mood of the conversation he'd just walked into.
"She doesnt like being called Eleanor." El didnt have a clue how James knew that, but he was right. "Anyway have a good night," he walked off, clearly not meaning the words he'd just said.
Evan turned to El and looked over her body, "You look... wow," it took several moments for his eyes to return back up to her face.
She slipped out of his grasp, "Umm, thanks." He took a step towards her, but she stepped back, not really wanting to talk to him at that moment, "I'm gonna go find Sirius, this is his party after all."
While not succeeding in finding Sirius, she did however find Remus sitting by the window having a cigarette. "Couldn't spare one for me could you?"
Remus got the box out the pocket of his jacket, "Normal or fun?"
"Remus Lupin this is why you're my favourite person," she laughed as Remus removed a joint from his box and lit it on a nearby candle.
He took a long drag himself and passed it to El, "Shouldn't you be off shagging James?" he joked.
"Shouldn't he be off shagging Lily?" At this, Remus shook his head, making her raise an eyebrow in question.
"They won't get together, Lily's too easy for him," He explained.
"Princess Gryffindor is easy?!" laughed El, taking another long drag of the spliff.
"No, no not in that way, i just mean shes too nice... too simple," Remus took the spliff from El's lips and placed it between his own. "James would get bored."
El's face easily gave away how shocked she was, not expecting to hear those words from one of James' closest friends. "What are you doing in the corner anyway, shouldnt you be with Sirius?" She questioned, wanting a change of topic.
Remus shrugged and looked towards the centre of the room where Sirius was dancing with everyone, "I think hes keeping himself entertained just fine without me," the boy's tone was surprisingly glum.
Taking one last drag from the spliff, El stubbed it out and grabbed Remus' hand, pulling him towards the crowd of people, "Nope, you're not allowed to sulk."
Sirius noticed his too friends approaching him and drunkenly wrapped them both in a hug, ignoring the people he'd previously been talking to, "I was wondering where you two went," he shouted.
Catching sight of James again, she decided to have a bit more fun winding him up. So despite her better judgement, walked up to Evan to go talk to him, knowing that it would annoy James. While Evan was talking, she still had view of the head boy across the room, just over Evan's shoulder. She made eye contact with James breifly to ensure he was looking, and bit her lip when she turned her attention back to her conversation. Not checking to see James' reaction, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and traced over her collar bone with her finger, still pretending to be engrossed in what Evan was saying.
From where he was sitting, the head boy watched every detail of Eleanor's actions, his eyes following her fingers over her collar bone and along her exposed shoulder. He could feel his tousers tightening at the sight, taking a large gulp of fire whiskey to try calm him down.
When El excused herself from her conversation to get another drink, he took his opportunity to speak to her on her own. He came up behind her and whispered lowly in her ear, "I know what game you're trying to play, Burke, and you will lose." Satisfied by the goosebumps he could see on her neck, he pushed himself against her back gently, making her gasp and turn around.
As soon as they came face to face, his smirk was replaced with an innocent smile. "I'm not trying to play anything," she matched his innocent look, taking a sip of her drink and wiping her mouth slowly. Smirking, knowing that her plan was working, he walked back over to Evan, still being able to feel James' eyes on her. He clenched his jaw and walked over to an armchair near his 3 friends, sitting down but ignoring their conversation.
Deciding he wanted to win her game, James locked eyes with El once again, and began to trace the length of his fingers with the other hand. His nails were still painted from the other day, and he knew that El had always liked the rings that decorated his veiny hands.
El's gaze flitted down to watch his actions, now completely ignoring what Rosier was saying, memories of what those hands had done now flooding her mind. Refusing to lose the competition she had started, El grabbed Rosier's face with both hands and brought their lips together, his hands going straight to her arse and giving it a squeeze. When he started kissing her neck, El's eyes locked with James' again, being very satisfied to see him gripping the arm of the chair he was in, with a clenched jaw.
James got up and stormed out the common room, the alcohol in his system heightening his anger that was mixed with sexual frustration due to the girls in fishnets. After watching him walk out, very satisfied with herself, El ignored Evan's questioning and followed James out into the corridor.
"What's your goal here?" James' voice startled her and she turned around to see him leaning against the wall a few feet away.
"I don't know what you're talking about, i-" she started, only for James to cut her off.
"I thought you didn't do relationships," he crossed his arms, not once taking his eyes off the girls.
"I don't but-"
James cut her off again, "Does he know that?" he asked, nodding his head towards the common room to imply that he was talking about Evan. James pushed off the wall and started walking back towards their dorms, El following him several paces behind.
"Are you jealous?" She teased. El was feeling smug. She knew it was wrong to annoy James for her own entertainment, but it was fun. She had power over him now.
"No," he said blandly and continued walking.
Taking off her heels, El ran after him, "Fuckin' 'ell, Potter, slow down." James continued to speed down the hallway, trying to rid himself of the girl. When they were finally outside their common room James stopped walking, "God can you just stop being so moody!" El shouted, throwing her shoe at James, which he caught with one hand.
They stood staring at each other for a few moments, before James grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her through the tapestry. He took the other shoe from her hand and threw them both across the room before holding her face in his hands crashing their lips together. She responded with the same intensity, desperately undoing his shirt buttons as they stumbled towards his room.
James opened the door and pushed her inside, breaking the kiss to look at each other, breathing heavily. El grabbed him by his tie and walked backwards to pull him towards the bed, whispering, "You're such an arsehole," when her knees collided with the back of the matress before smashing their lips together again.
He tore her dress from her body and chucked it across the room, as she fumbled to remove James' clothes. Once James was left in his boxers, and El just in her underwear and fishnet tights, he let out an audible groan. "So fucking sexy," he sighed, as he forcefully gripped onto her arse and kneaded it with his hands.
Without warning, James lifted her up by her thighs and threw her down on his bed, not wasting a second before climbing over her and pinning her arms above her head. "You've always got less to say when im on top of you," James rasped, his voice low and breathy, causing the pool in her knickers to increase.
He moved down her body and placed a kiss on her knee, then on her lower thigh, taking her fishnets between his teeth and pulling them slightly down. His hands then went to the waistband of the tights, running his fingers underneath it before pulling them down and flinging the tights to some corner of the room. He then did the same with her panties and ghosted his fingers over her folds.
"God, i cant wait to be inside of you," he whispered, placing an open mouthed kiss on her hip bone.
"Well what are you waiting for?" she grabbed his hair and pulled their lips back together, he then removed her bra, and massaged her boobs, squeezing her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
As soon as El went to remove his boxers, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them into the matress either side of her head. "I've told you this enough times. I'm in charge." When El leaned up to kiss him again, he moved his head away teasingly and looked over the body that was trapped underneath him.
After removing his own boxers, James returned to his position over her, taking his dick and running the tip over her clit, spreading out her wetness. While holding eye contact with El, James pushed himself inside her, feeling satisfied at his ability to cause her eyes to roll back in her head.
His hand found its usual position around her neck, the collision of the cold metal rings on her skin releasing a gasp, James seeing this reaction, only tightened his grip.
When James was sure she was okay to continue without being in pain, he picked up his pace, her boobs rocking up and down in time with his thrusts. He leaned down to rejoin their lips in a kiss, Eleanor now struggling to kiss back and moaning in his mouth.
Her hands went to his shoulders, in search of something to hold on to, dragging her nails down his back. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure made James release a breathy moan, "Fuck, you're so tight."
El merely moaned in response, kissing him as best a she could while still moaning. James left kisses down her jaw, biting a sucking to deliberately leave a mark. He could feel her walls clenching around him, tightening even more, the euphoric feeling of being inside her was incomparable to anything.
The room was filled with the sweaty smell of sex and the sound of the pair moaning each others names repeatedly. The feeling of El's walls clenching in orgasm, caused James to reach his own finish, admiring the moaning mess of a girl beneath him as she arched her back and tightened her legs around his waist.
James buried his head in the crook of her neck, not yet removing himself from inside of her, giving the pair a moment to catch their breath. They both sighed at the empty feeling when James finally moved. El went to stand up but James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down to the bed. "Uh uh, i'm not done with you yet." James said while shaking his head, kissing her again with just as much passion as before.
He littered kisses all the way down her torso, slowing down when he reached her hips. Biting and sucking his way around her hips and thighs, James' hand made its was between her legs, touching the already sensitive area. She twitched slightly when he rubbed on her clit in a circular movement, her high pitched moans echoing around the dorm.
Finally, James attached his lips to her core, flicking his tongue between her folds, savouring the taste of her. He released a groan in response to her fisting his hair, sending the vibrations through her body. Her moans increasing, she began shouting his name, her body shaking and spasming in pleasure.
With one final arch of her back, she reached her second peak, and flopped back down onto the mattress. James placed a final open mouthed kiss on her clit, making her twitch again. He returned to his position, looming over her, holding the back of her neck, and kissing her gently, "Did Rosier make you cum like that?"
El laughed at his pettiness, "Not that its any of your business, but no, he didn't." James gave her a smug grin and kissed her again, before flopping down next to her. "You want a fag?" She asked, James nodding in response.
He got up and put his boxers on, El taking her time to admire his muscular back as he moved to open the window. He then threw her a pair of his boxers and a hoodie which she put on gladly and went to get out of bed, only to almost fall over because her legs were shaking.
"Sorry about that," James laughed.
"No you're not," She huffed, attempting again to walk the short distance from his bed to the windowsill.
"Yeh, no i'm not," his smug grin increased in size as he put an arm around her waist to guide her over. James opened his desk draw to remove his packet of cigarettes, taking two out and passing one to her, putting the other between his lips. He came and sat down opposite El, moving her hair out of her eyes then lighting her cigarette for her, and letting his hand rest on her knee, drawing circles on it as they enjoyed the tired silence of the rest of the evening.
a/n: word count 3.1k
ADDICTED IS 1st IN #PETERPETTIGREW bruv idk how that happened
this chapter took me so long but im so happy with it.
disclaimer: i love lily, i love lily and james together in canon. this is just for the story so dont hate on me pls
ily n tysm for reading. pls vote if u enjoyed the chapter xxx