"James? Why are you eating your breakfast in here?" I asked as I entered the common room the next morning.
"I am avoiding morning post, that's why," he said warily.
"Who caught us yesterday?"
"And who did she tell?"
"Right. And what is Mum infamous for?"
"Oh. Howlers. Right."
Because the last thing the whole school needed to know about was our little "slipping" incident.
"Precisely. So if I stay in here, then I don't need to get yelled at in front of the whole school."
Karma and James Potter do not mix, because what flew in at that moment other than Ginny's owl carrying the aformentioned death threat.
"Bollocks," he winced.
I didn't want to stay there for it, but at the same time, I did. So I stayed.
Yeah, I shouldn't have stayed.
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! I AM FED UP WITH YOUR DETENTION SPREE THIS YEAR! IT'S YOUR LAST YEAR! CAN'T YOU BEHAVE EVEN ONE YEAR?! EVEN ONE BLOODY DAY!? YOUR FATHER IS JUST AS ANGRY AS I AM! RIGHT HARRY?!"
"Sure," Mr. Potter said in an unsure voice, "I mean, Yes. James Potter you are in deep this time!"
I could just picture the death glare Mrs. Potter had sent him to get that response. And that actually gave me chills.
"AND NOT ONLY GETTING DETENTIONS, BUT GETTING CAUGHT, BY YOUR AUNT NO LESS, SNOGGING IN A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR?!"
I swear I heard Mr. Potter's distinct chuckle in the background.
"AND NOT JUST ANY GIRL, BUT NIKOLE?!"
Ouch, Mrs. Potter. Ouch.
"DON'T YOU GO CORRUPTING HER, YOU HEAR ME! SHE WAS SUCH A WELL BEHAVED GIRL WHEN SHE WAS ONLY FRIENDS WITH ALBUS!"
"AND I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, NIKOLE! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY SON! HE'S JUST A BABY!"
"It was a bloody accident!" James yelled at the letter that couldn't respond back.
"I SWEAR TO MERLIN, JAMES! IF YOU DON'T SHAPE UP, I'M SICKING NANA AFTER YOU! BEHAVE!"
"Not Nana..." James said; a look of unadulterated fear spread across his face as the Howler burst into flames.
Ginny had to get it from somewhere. And James' Nana was the epitome of hell breaking loose when she was angry.
One time I swear I saw her eyes turn bright red. Flames shot out and everything.
Okay, maybe not the flames, but they definitely went fire-engine red.
"I hate my family," he grumbled.
"Hey, you can't complain. You only get screamed at. I was grounded almost all summer for our antics last year."
He glared at me for a second and looked away.
"What the hell was that look for?!" I yelled as I smacked him upside the head.
"I wouldn't have gotten yelled at if it weren't for you."
"You were the one who declared boredom," he huffed as he crossed his arms.
"You thought up the bloody idea!" I yelled.
"Yeah well... you kissed me first."
"I DID NOT! IT WAS A BLOODY ACCIDENT YOU JER... WAIT! You kissed me on PURPOSE?!" I screamed as I beat him mercilessly with the couch pillow.
"I AM NOT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! THERE WAS A PUDDLE, I SLIPPED, END OF STORY!" he yelled as he dodged my beatings.
"YOU KISSED ME ON PURPOSE YOU WANKER!!! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Why are you killing my cousin now?" Rose giggled as she walked in the common room, "And who got a Howler?"
"JAMES. DID." I growled as I smacked him in the face with the pillow again.
"Why did Aunt Gin send you a Howler this time?" she laughed as she sat in the armchair.
"Because your Mum caught him accidentally-on-purpose sn-"
"BECAUSE OF MY DETENTIONS!" James talked over me as he covered my mouth.
I hate, hate, HATE it when he does that.
"Ew, Nikki did you just lick me?!" he whined as he tore his hand away.
"I couldn't get bite-age! So yes!"
"You were going to bite me?!"
"YES! You know I hate it when you cover my mouth like that!"
"So you bloody lick me?!"
"You two are incredible," Rose mumbled, "Like an immature married couple."
"EXCUSE ME?!" James and I yelled in unison.
"You are. Always bickering one second, and then perfectly fine the next. Why don't you just go find a priest and get it over with now?" She laughed, "You guys are just like my Mum and Dad. Minus the whole licking/biting thing."
I have never, ever, seen James physically accost Rose.
He tore the pillow out of my hand, walked over to Rose- who of course never expected him to go through with it- and whacked her over the head with it more times than I had to him.
"James, what the hell!" she screamed.
"You keep your little nosy Weasley mouth shut!" He yelled as he hit her.
"James you arse!" She fumed as she kicked him right between his legs.
Even I haven't done that to him. Ever. I'm not that mean. And I have never seen Rose do that to anyone. Lily, yes, Dominique, yes, Rose? No.
But I sill couldn't help but laugh a little as she stormed up to our room and James rolled on the floor groaning in sheer pain.
Don't look at me like that, I'm not that terrible of a person. I did go see if he was alright.
"James, you okay, mate?" I asked as I placed a hand on his ever-squirming shoulder.
"I think I'm dying," he squeaked.
"You are not dying. She only kicked you."
"Yeah," he squeaked again, "In the Quaffles!"
Leave it to James to refer to them as Quaffles.
"James, you'll be fine," I chuckled as I sat next to him.
"I will not," he groaned as he rolled to his side holding himself.
Why do guys do that? Is it to protect them from further damage? Or is it like, a comforting thing? I don't think we girls will ever know.
"Come on, James, we're gonna be late for the practice you assigned," I said as I patted his back.
"I don't care. Leave me here to waste away!"
"James, stop being such a bloody Drama Queen. I swear you're worse than your Uncle Ron," I scolded as I grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him up, "James, I can't pick you up dead-weight. Give me some freaking help here."
"No," he whined as he tugged his arm away, causing me to land on top of him.
"OOOF, GERROFF ME! You're not exactly a feather, you know!" he moaned as he shoved me to the floor.
"Ow, you git!" I yelled as I rubbed my elbow where I had smashed it on the floor, "Stop knocking me over!"
"You love being that close to me, admit it," he chuckled weakly.
"You! I... SHUT UP!" I stammered as I kicked him in the shin.
"You didn't deny it," he smirked.
Damn James Potter. Damn him and his bloody smirk. I'd like to beat them both. And then beat his Grandpa James who passed the stupid thing on to him.
"I SAID SHUT UP!" I yelled as I kicked him once more, grabbed my gloves and broom and headed to the field, leaving him laughing like a giddy five year old on the floor.
"Great practice everyone! We'll definitely beat Slytherin next weekend!" James yelled as he shook out his sweaty hair with his hand.
"So, Potter, you really that confident?" I asked as I grabbed my sweatshirt.
"Hell yeah. Albus will be mortified," he laughed.
"Sure, sure," I smiled.
"Yes, James?" I asked as we walked back toward the castle.
"You never denied it."
"Denied what?" I asked nonchalantly.
"That you loved to be that close to me," he chuckled.
"Oh, Christ, will you just shut up about it?!"
Thank my lucky stars that there were a bunch of Slytherin firsties looking for a place to sit with their demonic picnic.
Yes, I said demonic.
Slytherins aren't always bad. Sometimes they're useful. Like for dodging unwanted conversations.
"Hey!" I yelled to them.
"What do you want Gryffindork?!" They yelled back.
"See that tree over there?" I pointed to the Whomping Willow.
"The Death Tree?" A blonde girl piped up snobbishly.
Why the hell are there snotty blondes overrunning this school?
"It's not a death tree. It's actually great shade for a picnic on a sunny day like today," I retorted.
"I don't believe you," she huffed as she put her hands on her hips.
"She's telling the truth you know," James said happily, "We used to sit there all the time. It's actually not dangerous. Minnie is just protective of it since it's been around for her five-hundred years here."
"Really?" She asked with a smile.
Of course they believe James Bloody Potter. With his gorgeous smile, and smooth voice, and superbly toned Quidditch body....
Someone Avada Kedavra me.
"Really, really," he said, flashing a brilliantly amazing smile her way.
"Well, thank you," she smiled back as she and her group walked away.
It was just then I noticed there was only one other girl in their group of seven.
Simply amazing, they start younger and younger these days, boy-crazy girls.
"You want to stay and watch?" he said with a quiet laugh.
"Are you nutters? They might end up dead. I don't want to be here when the ones who barely get away incriminate us. Arrest will follow, and then trials, and then we'll be convicted of murder in the first degree. I don't know about you, but I don't want my soul sucked out, thank you very much. I'm quite attached to it."
"Good point, Nik, good point," he chuckled as we walked into the castle.
And heard high pitched screams.
We booked to the common room as fast as we possibly could.
"Why are you so out of breath?" Rose asked as I quickly shut the door to our room behind me.
"No reason," I smiled.
"You are a terrible liar, Nikki. What did you do now?"
"Nothing, nada, zilch. I'm going to take a shower now," I said as innocently as possible.
"Did you snog my cousin?"
"WHAT?!" I yelled.
"Did you- Nikki, snog my cousin- James?"
"No, what makes you say that," I replied frantically as I fake-shuffled through my clothes.
"Just, a sneaking suspicion, we'll call it," she laughed knowingly.
"I did no such thing!" I yelled defensively, "Now if you don't mind, I'll be going to get clean."
I wasn't lying. I didn't snog him. He snogged me. There's a huge difference there.
Damn her for bringing it up. There I was, soaping up my hair in the damn shower, thinking of James sodding Potter kissing me.
Aren't showers supposed to be relaxing? 'Cause that shower was making me more tense than I had been before I went in, which was pretty damn tense.
I finished up, threw on clothes, and laid on my bed, cursing the Potter/Weasley name. One family should not bring someone this much strife. Especially if they aren't related to said person.
Just as I was about to let out a huge sigh...
"Dammit," I grumbled.
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