OPEN ][ I solemnly swear

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

Brett rolled her eyes. Boys could be so ridiculous. They were childish, immature and silly. Of course, she was too, but she knew how to flirt without having to shout about it. They were cute guys, how could she not tease them and maybe flirt with them? It was natural and harmless. .. Then James fell/jumped into the trophy, which didn't nearly seem large enough from where she stood. But why would they make it big enough for that magically? "Why'd they make it so big? So your dad could bathe in it?" Brett said with a laugh. "Oh, even better, maybe you were conceived in there James." She said with a grin, jumping up and down slightly at her own brilliance in this situation.

She went over and leaned on the edge with her arms folded. "And of course he's alright, because he has my undying love," She joked, putting a hand to her forehead in fake rapture before shaking her head with a laugh. These two were fun to be around, despite her losing a bet and all.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James took Liam's hand and was hoisted out of the trophy, and was about to insist that he was fine and had most definitely meant to do that, when Brett started talking about the size of the trophy. While normally he would make some obscene joke about other sizes, but they were talking about his dad, and that was gross. Plus, she somehow got on the topic of his conception, and he visibly shuddered and started frantically hopping from one foot to the other, brushing at his robes.

"Merlin's ... beard ... what's ... wrong ... with ... you?" he insisted, still trying to wipe away any traces of anything that could have been left over in the trophy. Granted, he was 16 and the trophy had to have been cleaned at least a thousand times since he arrived at Hogwarts, never mind his conception, but those sorts of things don't just go away. He cringed. "I think I've just been scarred for life."

He backed away from the trophy, fingers making a cross as though the object were possessed. As he was doing so, Brett declared her love for him, and James' one-track mind shifted immediately. He dropped his arms and looked over at her, an easy grin finding its way onto his face.

"I always knew it," he said casually, once again running a hand through his hair. "I'm glad you're no longer in denial. Don't feel bad — it happens to everyone."

[WILLIAM LAWRENCE HEAVENSBEE]

Liam thought it was funny, the things Brett was saying. The image of Harry Potter bathing in a trophy was hilarious, mainly because Liam could never see him doing that. He met his friend's dad on many an occasion, and respected him greatly (for obvious reasons, but also because Liam wanted to be an Auror someday.) The next comment was slightly funny, but mostly because of James's reaction. Although Ginerva Potter was still rather attractive for her age, Liam knew the Potters almost like a second set of parents, so that thought was awkward.

Liam chuckled, but looked away at the comment about "being scarred for life". It was totally OK, but Liam was a tad touchy about the subject. Even though most people in school thought he had wrestled a dragon or what not. Liam could've said something along the lines of how James being scarred for life was one step closer to following in his father's footsteps, but he knew his mate wouldn't appreciate that one bit.

Apart from sexual tension there was also a hint of competition in the air. Liam had thought he had scored points with the wink, but undying love was a couple of points higher, sarcastic or not. Something had to be done. Liam sauntered over to his friend and put his arm around his shoulder. "And when he means everyone, he really does mean everyone." Liam looked lovingly over at James.

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

Brett delighted in his grossed out face and exclamations and laughed brightly. She didn't want to scar him for life, and she knew he would get over it... eventually. He scampered out the trophy with Liam's help and she kept her mouth in a tight lipped trying not to smile position as it seemed getting inside was easier.

Then Liam stated that everyone fell in love with James. Brett chuckled. "Oh well since you are all gay for each other, I guess I can let you know that I'm not wearing panties." She said, touching the hem of her skirt. She actually did have on panties but that wasn't the point, she had two guys at her disposal and she intended to keep the sexual tension in the air with both of them. Brett debated a threesome joke but decided to save it for another occasion since she was busy watching for their reactions to her underwear comment.

Brett smiled. They may have won the bet, but she was winning at life.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

Liam wandered over to James and slipped an arm around his shoulders, and James grinned and turned to face him, placing a hand lightly on his cheek. "Oh love, I thought we were just going to keep that night between us," he teased back, stroking his cheek softly before Brett turned the attention back to her.

All he heard was panties, having been too caught up in his joke, but the rest didn't matter. As her hand brushed the hem of her skirt, he found himself watching her fingers, picturing the skin hidden by the fabric. His brain started working overtime, trying to understand what was going on, what she wanted to be going on and what on Earth he was going to do about this situation. After a few minutes of dirty daydreams and being mesmerized by her fingers, his brain short-circuited, leaving him to say the next thought that popped into his mind without filter.

"Yeah, well, neither am I," he blurted out, winking at no one in particular. It took him a full ten seconds to realize that not only was that not sexy, but actually rather awkward. So, he laughed, the only thing he could think to do at the moment, playing it off like he was being his usual jokester self, and walked over to retrieve the bag of Bertie Bott's he'd left on a nearby table.

[WILLIAM LAWRENCE HEAVENSBEE]

Liam struggled to keep a straight face as James stroked his cheek. Only for James could he behave this way. He tried to keep the flirting down around James's parents, though, in case they got the wrong idea. But then Liam's head literally snapped towards Brett when she made her declaration. So did James's more or less. Altogether it was a rather impressive reaction: instantaneous and simultaneous, like they were dogs being summoned.

James seemed momentarily dazed but Liam removed his arm from around James's shoulder. He glanced at Brett's skirt for more than necessary, and then made a show of averting his gaze, loosening his collar and clearing his throat.

His attention was only reclaimed when James made his rather awkward exclamation. Liam laughed a little, shook his head, and then took out his wand and banished all the beans on the floor. Prefect tendencies and all. "How scandalous James. And after I bought those lovely leopard print ones. I don't know what I am doing with you two indecent individuals."

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

It worked. She had their full attention and she held back a laugh as their heads snapped her direction and she touched the hem of her uniform skirt. It was hilarious how easily boys could be distracted. Nessie was really starting to rub off on Brett after all these years. Granted, Nessie would have been naked by now but Brett wasn't on her slut level.

Brett had to support herself on the wall at James' declaration that he too did not have panties on, weather he meant he didn't have on panties or underwear in general, it was quite funny to her and she laughed hard, tears in her eyes. Liam's aversion only made it funnier and she found herself covering her mouth to keep from giggling.

"You could get out of here and let us get it on, unless you want in?" She teased, but maybe she was taking it too far. Brett had no intention of having a threesome with them right here and now... though really is wasn't something she would probably turn down, but it would make things weird. She much preferred flirting.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

Liam made a comment about his lack of panties, and James mentally scanned the depths of his wardrobe, realizing that he did, indeed, have a pair of leopard print underwear. Boxers, granted, but Liam didn't specify. He was about to point out this uncanny coincidence, when, for the first time in his life, he realized that it was neither the time nor place for such an announcement. He closed his mouth once more, nearly beaming with pride.

"You know I'm saving them for tonight, sweetcheeks," James called across the room, searching for the bag, not realizing that Liam had banished the mess. It seemed to have disappeared, and James fell down to his knees and crawled under the table, determined to find it.

Of course, it was then that Brett made her most suggestive comment yet. James snapped to attention once more — though he happened to be under the table at that moment, so he unceremoniously bashed his head against the bottom of it. Shouting a few choice vulgarities, he rubbed his forehead, now turning a light shade of pink, before remembering what exactly she had said. Getting it on? James stared, wide-eyed, between Brett and Liam, wondering what he'd gotten himself into and how on Earth he could make sure it continued.

[WILLIAM LAWRENCE HEAVENSBEE]

Liam had no idea how to respond at this point, and was at such a loss that he couldn't even flinch when James hit his head from under the table. It would've been funny had Liam no felt exactly the same way. He blinked staring at Brett, wondering how could something so small have so much influence. And how the room got so warm.

James recovered and after a moment of debate, Liam, in the spirit of solidarity, patted his friend on the back and said. "Thanks, but if I stay, I'm afraid James will only pay attention to me."

Then Liam shoved James towards Brett. "So here you go, but remember I get him later." He made his way towards the door, winking at James as he passed. "Later, love." And he smiled, amused, at Brett and gave her a sort of salute.

Once he made it out of the door, he made sure he was out of earshot before burst out laughing. He looked towards the Trophy Room, and with a silent good luck to his mate, he continued back on his rounds, laughing the whole way. Some paintings complained, but Liam was thinking that after that self-sacrificing move, he better get details later.

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

Brett gasped and snorted with laughter simultaneously as James hit his head. She hadn't meant for him to hurt himself, though really she should have known better. Nessie would have laughed and tried to make out with her just for fun, but these were boys and they took it all much too seriously, and she was about to say so when Liam found his voice and promptly left.

Now it was awkward, Brett did like James but she really hadn't planned on anyone taking her up on her offer. "Is your head okay?" She asked when they were alone at a loss for what to say. It suddenly didn't feel like much of a game anymore and she didn't quite know how she felt about that.

"I actually am wearing panties," Brett admitted. Granted they were lacy and red and would probably give him a heart attack anyway, but still. "And I was joking about getting it on, unless you want to." She said with a shrug. Maybe they could pull of friends with benefits, or maybe they'd just lie to Liam just to see his reaction.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

Before James could get a good grasp on what was going on, he was being shoved towards Brett and Liam had walked out the door with a flirtatious comment and a salute. He caught his footing at the last second, having been about to face plant the floor, then realized that he was standing very close to Brett. His face suddenly turned a deep shade of red, even though he'd been in this type of situation a few times before.

She asked if his head was okay, and he tried to ease the tension in the room, which was so strong even he could pick up on it. "Yeah, it's all right. I can't go into negative numbers on my brain cell count, so we're safe," he joked, maintaining a slightly uneasy grin.

And then she brought back the panties topic. James' brain went blank once more at the mention of them, but he managed to snap back to normal after a few moments. Though he wasn't sure how to respond.

Females were tricky creatures. This could very well be one of those questions that seem like an opinion but actually have a right or wrong answer, like "Do I look fat in these robes?" Only in this case, sex was on the line. If he said yes — which, let's face it, was the obvious answer — he could come off looking like a pig and not get anywhere. But if he said no, maybe she would think he thought her undesirable, which was not the case in the slightest. Why was she torturing him like this? He furrowed his eyebrows, staring at Brett through squinted eyes, trying to solve the puzzle.

"Maybe?" he finally decided, though his voice rose at the end of the word, almost as though asking it. It seemed to be the only safe answer — though maybe that was a trap and meant that she would think he was a pig and found her undesirable. His eyes narrowed further and he tilted his head slightly, brain almost ready to explode. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I DON'T KNOW THE RIGHT ANSWER."

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

His outburst caught her by surprise and she jumped. Girls could be tricky, so he was right to assume things might not be too obvious. Frankly, though, she was the kind of girl who told it like it was, unless of course she was talking about wearing panties or not apparently... They were okay friends, heavy flirting certainly now and he was the son of Harry Potter, though that really didn't have to figure unless it all went to hell. Would it affect their quidditch game? Would it make life just too crazy? or could they do it and move one, be friends with benefits or something? She doubted he'd want to date her, though his reactions today were pretty strong.

She narrowed her eyes for a moment, trying to decide what he was thinking. If she pushed too hard did that make her a slut? ...Did that matter? Brett stepped up closer and put her hand on his chest and batted her eyelashes at him. "My panties are red and lacey." She informed him. "Wanna see?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James still wasn't quite sure if he was walking into a trap. She seemed serious, but that never really made much of a difference. His brain was in overdrive, trying to decide what exactly she meant with every word that she said. Was this really going to happen? His body stiffened at the thought, and he tilted his head a bit more, confusion taking over. It had all started with a joke, and he wasn't sure where the conversation had shifted, if it had at all.

And then her hand was on his chest and she was offering to show him the very panties she had claimed she wasn't wearing. James, head still tilted, stared her down for a full minute before deciding to go for it. If he refused her, he probably wouldn't have a second chance — and who was he to turn down sex? Worst comes to worst he'd get slapped and called a pervert. It wasn't as though it hadn't happened before.

"Yes," he told her, and without another moment of uncertainty, kissed her.

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

That yes was the sexiest thing she could ever remember hearing and then they were kissing. He had strong hands, lightly calloused from quidditch. He smelled fantastic and she had way too much fun running her fingers through his hair. Brett kissed him hard and fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, once she got it, she pulled away for two reasons, one: so he could see how great her butt looked in these panties, and two: so she could lock and sound proof the room, as well as make sure no one was getting pregnant. Brett whipped out her wand and cast the spells quickly, turning slowly to give him the full effect.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, her mouth open a little bit. She wasn't always such a flirt, but something about James brought it out of her. She couldn't hold back and tease for long though and she jumped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, causing him to stumbled backwards until the wall could hold them up some. Brett pulled off his shirt, her lips trailing down his neck...

And then it was over much too fast. Brett was panting on the floor, her hair askew around her face and she grinned. "My my Potter." She said with a smirk, looking him over and pausing for a moment on his crotch. He was rather good in the sack. Brett put a finger in her mouth and bit it lightly, looking up at him with classic bedroom eyes. "I didn't know you had that in you." Brett lay back, happy and sexually fulfilled.

ooc- i am kind of upset we didn't get to write that out, because it would have been hottttt lmao

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James was lost in a flurry of clothes and touches, limbs intertwining and unravelling and he found no sense in any of it, so he let his instinct take over. All he knew was that this is exactly what he wanted, had wanted ever since her first suggestive comment, and he gave a silent salute to his self-sacrificing friend as he watched her turn around, eyes glued to her skin. And then his mind went blank as they crashed against shelves and walls, knocking metal to the ground before falling to the tile themselves, lost in each other.

And when it was over, James folded his hands behind his head, breathing hard and sweaty. When she addressed him, he glanced over at her, his gaze taking its time to trail along her body before it reached her face. She pulled such a sexy face that he was in half a mind to jump her again immediately, but restrained himself, grinning.

"I didn't know you had that in you." "You should have," James pointed out, chuckling before reaching out and pulling her toward him, allowing her head to fall on his chest — a minor bit of contact that would appease those who like cuddling but not freak out those who didn't. It was a move he'd perfected a couple years back. "Though, really, you weren't half-bad yourself."

ooc: ahaha totally. We have some sexy characters.