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Lily never expected to find a study partner in Barty, let alone a friend. But after their all-nighter in the library, they started spending almost all their free time studying together. As much as she hates to admit it, she can probably attribute a lot of her Outstandings on her NEWTs to her time revising with Barty.
There were many late nights in the library, walks around the castle, and impromptu common room dates between the two. Much to her chagrin, her blushing only got worse around him. With a well-placed good girl, his own striking intelligence, or a knock of their knees together under a table, Lily hates to admit to herself that she officially has a crush. And not a schoolgirl, giggle and kick her feet kind of crush, but a full blown I want to fuck that guy kind of crush. It’s their last night at Hogwarts, and after this, she’s not sure she’ll ever see Barty again. If she wants to do something about her feelings, she’s going to have to do it tonight.
Gryffindor is having a party, and James and Sirius have made sure it will be the best one of the year. They charmed a record player, there’s alcohol flowing, and the common room is packed wall to wall. Lily walks in, arms looped with Mary, and is immediately met by Remus offering drinks.
“Here, Lils, Mary. You two are going to need these.”
“James and Sirius really pulled out all the stops, didn’t they?” Mary jokes, taking the cup from Remus.
“Sure did,” Remus responds, turning his gaze toward Sirius at the record player. His smile is bright, and he’s laughing with Peter and Marlene.
Mary walks off, pulling Marlene away from Sirius and Peter and toward the dancing. Remus and Lily lean back against the wall, reminiscing about their years here and their futures. Eventually, Remus leaves to find Sirius. Lily smiles, happy the two of them finally admitted their feelings after pining for each other since they were eleven. She stays leaning against the wall, sipping her drink and taking in the view of her friends all together like this, maybe for the last time.
Dorcas has joined Marlene and Mary on the dance floor, the three of them holding hands, swaying and jumping to the music. Her eyes pan over to find Remus and Sirius. Sirius is gazing up at Remus like he’s the only person in the room as Remus tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear. Her eyes move a bit farther to the left, snagging on James and Regulus, fully making out in the stairwell. She chuckles, shaking her head at the two of them.
Her drink is almost empty now. She tips her head back, draining the cup, and when her head comes back down, Barty is next to her. She chokes a bit.
“You okay, Evans?” Barty says, grinning.
Lily catches her breath, wiping the little bit of drink that slipped from her lips. “Yeah, you just surprised me, that's all.”
Barty nods and offers her a drink. “So, last night at Hogwarts.”
“I know. I can’t believe it,” she says, angling her body toward him.
Barty leans in. “I was thinking–”
“Were you?”
He tips his head down, dropping it against the wall, lips pulling up to one side. “Yes. I was. I was thinking maybe we could go for one last walk around the castle?”
Lily regards him, lips pressed into a tight line. Her stomach flutters with how close he’s standing to her. And this might really be her last chance to do something about her feelings. She knows nothing can come of it. They’re about to go back to their lives, and she lives in the Muggle world, while Barty lives in the Wizarding world. Sure, maybe their paths will cross down the road, but for now, whatever is happening between them can only exist here. In these halls.
“Sure,” she answers, turning immediately and assuming he’ll follow.
They meander through the castle, no real destination in mind. Since that first night, Lily has realised how much she enjoys talking to Barty. She finds him more mentally stimulating than almost anyone else she’s had feelings for. Every so often, their hands brush, and Lily lights up inside at the touch. She spends most of their walk imagining what his hands might feel like in other places—on her hips, in her hair, down her skirt.
Fuck.
She really wants Barty.
“Oi, Lily? Did you hear me?”
“Oh,” she shakes her head, “Sorry, what?”
“I said, do you want to go to the Astronomy Tower?”
Her stomach drops. She knows what the Astronomy Tower is for. James told her it’s where he used to secretly meet up with Regulus to hook up before they told Sirius about their relationship. Nerves flutter in her stomach, but then it hits her—Barty is asking her to the Astronomy Tower. Which means maybe he feels the same things she does.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Surprisingly, when they make it there, the tower is empty. Lucky, Lily thinks. She walks toward the railings, Barty trailing behind her.
“I’m going to miss this view,” she almost whispers, looking out over the grounds.
“Me too,” Barty says.
When she turns, she finds Barty staring at her. His hand slowly reaches up, tucking a stray strand of her bright auburn hair behind her ear.
“You know, there’s one more assignment I never finished. One more thing I want to do before we leave Hogwarts.”
She arches an eyebrow at him in question, her eyes drifting from his face to the hand still playing with the strand of hair he tucked behind her ear.
“Assignment, huh?”
“Lily—”
Before he has a chance to say anything else, Lily launches forward, her arms grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in. Their lips collide as their tongues sweep together. Barty’s arms instantly slip around her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
She didn’t know what she expected kissing Barty to be like, but this—this—is better than anything she’s pictured over the past few weeks. His kisses are almost bruising, like he’s using it to express everything he’s been holding back for weeks and is finally letting out, communicating without words. When he takes her bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, she can't stop the pathetic mewl that escapes from her.
Swiping her hair out of the way, he kisses down her jaw and to her neck, the graze of teeth a welcome sting. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this ever since that first night at the library.”
“Me too.” Her fingers thread in his light brown hair, tugging at the scalp. He continues on her neck, hands roaming her sides, dragging up her body until he cups her breast. She’s never been more grateful that she didn’t wear a bra as his fingers pinch her nipple over her shirt, eliciting a whine.
Lily thinks she hears something, snapping her head towards the door.
“Barty, we shouldn’t be doing this here, it’s too risky,” she says, body betraying her words as she hitches her leg up around his hip.
“Come on, Head Girl, what’s wrong with a little risk?” Barty responds, hands sliding dangerously high past the hem of her skirt. “Plus, it’s our last night here, what are they going to do? Expel you?”
Lily laughs, “I suppose you’re right—I—” her words die on her lip, replaced with a moan as his fingers hook underneath her knickers.
“This wet already?”
“Shut up.”
He grins against her neck, kissing up her jaw with a laugh until he takes her earlobe between his teeth.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “More than okay.”
His fingers drag over her folds, teasing her entrance. Lightly brushing past it and up towards her clit. Her hips move on their own accord, searching for friction, desperate for more. The railing digs into her back as she pushes into him, but she doesn’t care.
“You said you’ve been thinking about this since that night at the library. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” she says, pulling his face up so their lips meet again.
“I’ve been thinking about how fucking smart you are, for one. I was so turned on just listening to you list Potions recipes. When we started studying for Defence Against the Dark Arts— fuck —I just, your fucking brain, Evans.”
One knuckle lightly dips into her entrance, and she knows she’s practically dripping at this point. The sensation sends a ripple of pleasure throughout her whole body. Her hips rock forward, begging him to go deeper, but he withdraws his finger and slides it again through her folds and up towards her clit.
“Stop teasing me,” she whimpers.
He quirks a brow, “Oh come on, you can take it.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Please.”
“Wow, asking so nicely?”
“Barty.”
He laughs as his thumb starts rubbing slow circles around her clit. With her head tipping back, she lets herself sigh in pleasure.
“That’s it, Lily. Tell me what you want, tell me how you like it.”
Lily leans up, kissing him again, their foreheads pressing together as she directs him.
“Right there, more pressure—fuck— yes, like that.”
Barty follows every direction with ease, and Lily relishes in it. She’s been with other boys before, boys who considered her directions on how to touch her a blow to their fragile egos. Barty, on the other hand, not only knows what he’s doing when he touches her, but also listens to what she wants.
Her body feels like a live wire, completely lit up. A gasp escapes her when Barty stops his movements and spins her around, her back pinned to his front. One hand is splayed across her stomach, while the other hikes her skirt up again, sliding his hand back under her knickers. The outline of his cock is pressed against her, and she pushes her hips back grinding into it.
A growl leaves Barty, “Merlin, Lily. You really aren’t what I expected.”
“What did you expect?” she asks, turning her head back to look at him. His blue-green eyes stare darkly back at her.
“To be honest? A goody-two-shoes of sorts. You’re top of our class and Head Girl, and you never get in trouble. I never would have expected you to let me do this here, where anyone could find us.”
“I’m not a bad girl, Barty. But for some reason, it seems I’ll do something bad for you. We only have one more night. Like you said, what can they do? Expel me?”
He smiles, his hand reaching up to grasp her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. He licks into her mouth at the same time the fingers on his other hand dip back inside her, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit, just the way she showed him before. She moans into his mouth and he swallows it, coaxing her to be louder, to let him hear how good she feels. He continues the steady motion for a while. His fingers slipping underneath her shirt to cup her breast in full, fingers pinching her nipple as her breath hitches.
“Fuck, Barty, I’m close. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. The heat builds and builds and builds until Lily is cresting over the wave, her walls tightening around his fingers as she cries out. She comes on his fingers, the feeling only intensified by the whispers in her ear of good girl, keep going, you sound so pretty.
When she finally comes down, catching her breath, she spins around in Barty’s arms to find him sucking his fingers clean. Part of Lily is glad this is only a one-night thing because she’s not sure she’d be able to survive more of this.
“Barty,” she starts.
“Hmm?” He responds, middle finger still in his mouth.
“Go lean against the wall.”
His eyes brighten, but there’s a hint of question in them.
“I said, go lean against the wall.” She gives him a playful shove, and he backs up until his back hits the stone. Lily leans up and kisses him. His hands fall to her waist again, and it feels all-consuming. Like nothing else matters except the feel of Barty’s hands on her, the taste of him—and herself—in her mouth. She pulls away, his gaze half-lidded as she regards him.
“You don’t have to do anything, Lily. You know that right? I’m happy just to have made you feel good.”
“I want to. You're not the only one who’s been thinking about this for weeks.”
His smile is dark as he tucks that loose strand of hair behind her ear that always seems to fall out. Lily cups him over his trousers and rubs her hand over his hard length, teasing him the same way he did to her. His hips bucking up, searching for more.
“Please, Lily.”
“Ask again,” she says, stroking him again over his trousers.
“Please.” He doesn’t miss a beat.
She grins. “Good.” Small whimpers sound in the back of his throat as she frees his cock, wrapping her hand around the base and eliciting a loud moan.
Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she extends her hand toward him.
“Spit.”
There’s a dazed look on his face as he regards her, but he does as she says, spitting into her hand. She grips him at the base, hand slowly sliding up his shaft as her thumb rubs over his slit. She smiles when she realises he’s already leaking. Lily keeps stroking him, her wrist twisting and pumping as she catalogues everything he responds to. Leaning in, she sucks on his neck, not caring that she’s probably going to leave a mark. The thought of it turns her on more. Returning to the party, bruises on his neck and everyone wondering who left them there.
“Lily—Lily I’m close, I—if you don't stop–I’m–And we have to go back—I—”
Lily leans in, biting his neck one more time before she whispers, “Come on, Barty. What’s wrong with a little risk?”
“Merlin, Evans,” he chokes out over a moan.
Her voice is low, so quiet only he can hear it, “Be good and come for me.” He swears, and instantly there’s warm liquid on her hand as his hips twitch erratically. Her name falls from his lips like a prayer as he leans his forehead on her shoulder, panting as he presses gentle kisses to her neck.
She tucks him back into his trousers, but before she casts a quick scouring charm, she lifts her hand up and sucks one of her fingers clean.
He watches her, his eyes a mix of astonishment and delight. “Lily Evans, you are just—I don’t even have words.”
“I just needed to know how you taste,” she blushes. "Since this is all it's going to be between us."
He leans in, pressing their lips together. “I wish we had done this sooner,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist as they make their way out of the Astronomy Tower.
They walk through the corridors, slowly making their way back to Gryffindor. Lily takes it all in—the sights, the smells, the memories she’s made here. Even Barty.
The sound of voices and music grows louder as they inch closer to the party. Hands intertwined, Lily pulls Barty back and kisses him again, allowing the butterflies in her stomach to flit about as their tongues slide together and he cradles her jaw.
Her green eyes rove over his face, memorising it all before she gives the password and they head back into the party.
She watches as her friends dance in the middle of the room, smiling and laughing together. Then, she looks back at Barty, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of his lips.
“Lily!” Marlene calls. “Come dance with us!”
She lifts Barty’s hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to it.
"See you, Evans."
"Bye, Barty," she says with a soft smile before leaving to join her friends.
Yeah, this is a perfect way to spend her last night at Hogwarts.