Stealing Sheep

STEALING SHEEP

CHAPTER 6: That's Entertainment

The three giggling schoolboys couldn't help but eavesdrop. Yes, they should've minded their own business but, frankly, that was never going to happen because a) they were exactly three quarters of the Marauders and it would be against their moral code; b) it wasn't exactly a conversation so they weren't exactly eavesdropping; and c) it was really really funny. Normally, a conversation wouldn't be all that funny and sleep talking wouldn't be that funny either (although, in his sleep, Sirius did mumble some very interesting and very funny things about McGonagall, fishnet stockings and a leather whip). However, what they had here was just a touch different. What they seemed to be observing was some sort of psychic link.

Their friend, strange as he already was, had just stepped up a rung on the ladder of bizarrity. He was having a conversation with Lily Evans. In his sleep. And she was replying from across the hall. In her sleep. Actually, the conversation was more of a collection of moans and encouraging remarks than a civil little chat, which was the main reason for the giggles. They didn't find it in the least disturbing that Prongs was currently tossing and turning vigorously in his sleep, looking like he was about to explode. No, in their adolescent male state they found it extremely funny and, though no one would admit it, slightly embarrassing.

Sirius, Remus and Peter were sat cross-legged, munching on the recently conjured popcorn, fixated by the exchange between the two. What great entertainment!

"Is this a dream?" James gasped into his pillow, making the boys snort with laughter.

Sure enough, she answered with a rough reply. "If it is, it's the best damn dream I've had in years..." She gave a throaty laugh that they had to strain to hear from across the room, but when they did they gulped in unison.

Sirius had to fight to keep himself from blushing. She sounded so experienced! So...sensual? So...mature. She sounded less like a girl and more like a woman and that scared the Hell out of him. She sounded like a woman after her prey! That prey just so happened to be his best mate, so Padfoot took it upon himself to pray for James' safety.

He needn't have bothered because, as Remus pointed out, Prongs seemed to be enduring it just fine. James began to smile slowly, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

As he let out a low, guttural groan, his friends decided to make a swift departure. They slipped past the guards easily to continue their terrorism of the portraits on the fourth floor, which mainly consisted of them running up to random pictures, mooning them, then running away again, and left them to it. Whatever 'it' may be.

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Bright eyes snapped open in shock and Lily bolted upright, finally released from the nightmare. Her breathing was still ragged and rapid as she felt the last remnants of the intense pleasure coarse through her and slowly begin to ebb away. She was very much still connected to the feelings that she had experienced only moment ago in her dream world and her head felt hazy, her body pulsating from the sheer severity of the frenetic warmth that had just rushed through her.

She couldn't explain why, but something made her head snap up and she found herself staring across the half a dozen sleeping bags between them, and into those deep, dark eyes that were gaping at her. Strangely enough, they seemed to hold untold depths of confusion and shock, but...why should he be shocked to see her wake from a nightmare?

She was as surprised as he was to feel the sudden bolt of electricity that flashed between them, making her shiver feverishly. What was going on? A spell? A trick? Lily didn't have a clue, but, at that moment in time, she didn't really give a damn- all she wanted was to break away from the fire she felt inside her. It was too overwhelming. So she jumped up, out of her temporary bed, ripping her gaze away, and ran from his stunned expression and the feelings that, though she desperately tried to deny it, she found panicking and...thrilling.

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