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A/N: I kind of went through a really dry writing patch whilst writing this one so ya know, it might be a little crap and filler-ish but stuff and things happen. You know. I really am rubbish at writing these author’s notes and I mean to get better but I just never really know what to write. I might just start telling you like one thing about me to make it interesting… I can put my feet behind my head. Yeah.


 

Disclaimer: Anything you do recognise, doesn’t belong to me. All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling, apart from Elle and other characters you do not recognise.


 







brilliant chapter image by clowder@TDA again!


“I don’t need to see that up close first thing in the morning.” – Elle Underwood






James was the one waking me up this time, gently shaking me so that when my eyes peeled open, his face was right up close to mine making me shriek loudly.

 
“Ouch! My ears!” He yelled from his position on the floor. When I had shrieked, he’d rolled off the bed and smacked onto the floor in surprise.


“Sorry… just don’t surprise me like that again. I don’t need to see that up close first thing in the morning.” I teased, circling his face with my index finger. He grabbed my hand, yanking himself up and started tickling me.


“Take it back!” he shouted over my laughter.


“Never!” I giggled as he got a good spot on my sides. Eventually, I managed to get my hands on his sides and began tickling him and we were both trying to tickle each other whilst laughing, “Okay! Okay, mercy! I take it back!” I shrieked girlishly and James stopped tickling me so I could catch my breath.


“Good,” he smirked, “It’s not morning by the way, it’s half one in the afternoon and my match starts in four hours.” He added, standing up and walking into the closet, coming back out dressed.


“What should we do for four hours then?” I asked, sitting up in the bed.


“About your birthday…” he trailed off but I interrupted,


“No. We are not doing anything, James. You promised.” I glared at him but he held his hands up in surrender.


“I wasn’t going to say anything about that…” he looked at me seriously so I let him continue, “I was just going to ask, could I tell my family so that at least they know?”


“I don’t see why not. Just as long as you make them promise not to make a big deal out of it,” I sighed, “I haven’t really celebrated my birthday ever since my Mum… because, you know, she uh… you know, on my birthday.” I found saying it difficult and James hugged me briefly and sat back.


“I promise I will make sure they don’t.” I smiled reassuredly back at him and got out of bed to get dressed.


“So, back to my original question… what are we gonna do for four hours?” I asked, stood with my hands on my hips.


“We can start off by having breakfast because I am starving, then go to the beach for a bit,” he suggested, “I can teach you how to play volleyball!” he added excitedly with a massive grin on his face.


“Do you really wanna overexert yourself before a big match?”


“That’s true,” he looked thoughtful, “I’ll get Lily to teach you and I’ll watch.” He nodded his head firmly and walked away without waiting for me.


“Okay then,” I muttered to myself and followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen, “Morning! Did you have a nice day yesterday?” I asked Harry when I saw him reading the Daily Prophet on the table.


“Yes, it was lovely thank you. I hear you got into a scuffle with a badger?” he quirked an eyebrow at me with an amused smile on his face.


“That is true, I even have the scratch as proof.” I brandished my forearm so he could see. It wasn’t as red as it was yesterday but it was still quite swollen.


“Looks sore.” He assessed it.


“Nah, it’s fine. Doesn’t hurt at all.” I puffed my chest out, pretending to be brave.


“My little soldier.” James chuckled.


“The ‘little’ ruins how it sounds.” I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip.


“Yeah but you are small though.” He pointed out.


“I’m not small!” I retorted, “If anything, you’re too tall! You’re like a… a giant!” Harry snorted from behind his newspaper and both our heads swivelled to him.


“Morning you two! Nice sleep?” Ginny walked in from the beach. We both nodded our heads and she laughed, “Thought so, given you’re up after lunch time.”


“We had a late night last night and we were worn out from what we’d done yesterday… well, I was.” James answered, shrugging and wolfing down some triangular sandwiches. I followed his lead but only a few because I wasn’t all that hungry and I was pretty sure that James was gonna have a party of some sort after he’d won.


“I was as well. That horse really didn’t like me very much.” I huffed.


“No, it really didn’t.” Al’s smug voice wandered in and I turned around to glare at him but he just patted me on the head.


“Anyway, are you done so we can start playing?” James breathed out a huge breath of air and stood, offering a hand to me. Lily was already on the beach by the time we got there and so James told her what he was planning and she agreed.


“Learning volleyball is so easy!” Lily called from the opposite side of the net. I had shrugged off my shirt so I was just in my shorts and my light blue bikini top to play. James came up right behind me, his front to my back, and wrapped his hands over mine which were clutching the ball. He lifted one arm up with mine and held out the ball with the other one. I tried really hard not to get distracted or let my mind wander down the path of how much I actually quite liked having James wrapped around me.


“What you wanna do is smack the bottom of the ball as hard as you can over the net with your fist, like this,” he demonstrated, using me like a puppet and Lily caught it and threw it back, “Got it?” I nodded, “After that you just try not to let it touch the floor. Pretty simple really.” He released my grip and went to sit on the side-lines. I copied what James had shown me and whacked the ball as hard as I could and it flung high, over the net and towards Lily who bounced it up with her fist and smacked it with her palm when it was close enough.


AHH!” I shrieked when it came towards me but copied her movements.


“Good one, Elle!” James applauded from the side and I bowed whilst Lily was distracted. Once I got the hang of it, it was actually quite fun and I really enjoyed it.


“Why have I never played that before?” I panted as all three of us walked back up to the villa from the beach.


“It’s fun, isn’t it?” James handed me a water bottle and I chugged it down, “Really gets your blood pumping. Me and you should play against each other some time.”


“Oh no! I’d rather not get injured thanks.” I protested, still catching my breath. That had been the most exercise that I had done in a while and I was really feeling the burn.


“Chicken.” He started flapping his arms and making chicken sounds.


“No, I saw you the other day playing and I’d rather not get hit with that ball if you’re the one who’s smacking it towards me,” I rolled my eyes and James smirked at the many sexual innuendos that he could extract but before he could say anything, I added, “Shut up and let’s get ready to go back to dreary England.” I walked back to our shared room with James, going into the closet.


“I’ll probably get changed into my Quidditch uniform, make sure to wear something warm, okay?” he raised an eyebrow at me, grabbing his robes and going into the ensuite bathroom.


“Okay.” I looked in each drawer to find something remotely warm. I decided on a long, dark grey maxi-skirt, my ankle boots that I had worn when I first talked to James and the blue jumper I had worn when I met his family the same day. They were the warmest clothes I had in my wardrobe seen as I had brought clothes that were to be worn in Spain, in hot weather.


“You ready?” James knocked on the closet door, just as I hopped into my ankle boots and I stumbled against the door, pulling it open.


“Yeah, let’s go.” I smiled, walking back down the stairs all flushed from playing volleyball.


“Is that everyone ready to go now?” Ginny looked round at everyone and we all put our fingers on a Portkey just as it turned blue. We landed in a large conference room that was completely empty, all the chairs set out for the press after the game.


“Well, I guess I’ll see you after the match then.” James looked down at me, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly with me placing my hands on his chest.


“Yeah, guess so,” I paused, “Good luck. You’ll do brilliantly.”


“I know.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss against my lips and that tingle was back again.


“Okay, I think you’re coach will be a bit annoyed if we keep you any longer.” Lily coughed, breaking us apart. My face flushed pink as did James' and his family wished him luck, with one glance back at me, he walked through another door off to the side and it shut slowly.


“Let’s go and find our seats. Hopefully we’re inside.” Ginny shivered a little and ushered us all out towards the entrance to the stands. The security took one look at all of us and let us in straight away. Harry and Ginny headed the group, weaving their way further upwards until we were directed into a posh room with plush chairs, a buffet table and a selection of wines lay across a table. A waiter stood in the corner, a young-ish boy with jet black hair in a freshly shaved buzzcut.


“Good evening Mr and Mrs Potter, Mr Potter, Ms Potter and Ms Underwood. Is there anything I could get for you?” he asked formally.


“A glass of Aguila Coleccion Merlot please.” Ginny asked, sitting in the middle seat on the front row, saving the two seats on either side for Harry and myself.


“No thank you,” Harry smiled, “Call me Harry though.” And he took his place beside Ginny. Al and Lily didn’t want anything else either so they stood closer to the window-wall that gave us a fantastic view of the pitch.


“Ms Underwood, anything for you?” he asked.


“Oh, erm… could I have a small plate of tidbits please? And a beer please?” I ordered tentatively, it was weird giving orders to a sort-of butler.


“Of course, Ms Underwood.” He bowed stiffly, turned around and started with my order. I took my seat next to Ginny and she turned to me eagerly.


“I take it you haven’t been to any of James’ matches?”


“Er no, we decided not to just in case our paths crossed.” I thought up on the spot, needed to remember to tell James that tonight or tomorrow.


“Smart thinking, you’re idea?” she looked impressed.


“Actually no, it was James’.” I decided to give him some credit, her eyebrows shot up into her hairline and her jaw slackened.


“Wow, never would have thought he’d be sensible enough to think of that.”


“Neither did I.” we both laughed.


“Excuse me, Mrs Potter and Ms Underwood, you’re food and drinks.” The waiter was back, handing us both our drinks and conjuring up a small side-table to put my food on. I looked at his name-tag that read ‘Lucas’.


“Thank you, Lucas.” I smiled, taking a gulp of my beer.


“It is not a problem, Ms Underwood.” He bowed and went to stand in his position by the door again.


“Just a fair warning, James likes to shock everyone just a little.” Harry leaned forward so he could see me past Ginny and laughed.


“I’ll keep that in mind.” I laughed too, nibbling on some cocktail sausages as I was nervously waiting for the teams to come out.


“Albus, Lily! You best not be betting over there!” Ginny scolded her children, who snapped their attention away from their joined heads, chatting quietly over a piece of paper.


“Of course not, Mother!” Lily looked affronted.


“We would never bet.” Al smirked.


“Very funny you two, don’t aggravate your Mum.” Harry raised his eyebrow at the two.


“Yes, Dad.” They mumbled, resuming their positions and continuing to bet but even more inconspicuously.


PLEASE WELCOME TO THE FIELD…” the commentator’s voice echoed around the stadium, “THE AWAY TEAM, THE APPLEBY ARROWS; DOMENIC THEROUX, BRENDAN CALLAGHAN, JONATHON GRIFFITHS, JACK KEPLER, ALEX KEELEY, KEVIN BRAXTON AND THE CAPTAIN, LOUIS MCGUIGAN!” there was a loud series of cheers from the far end, directly opposite us from the Arrows fans. Some Puddlemere fans were politely clapping but had bored expressions on their faces as the players zoomed round the pitch, showing off, “AND NOW, THE HOME TEAM!” a louder cry of applause, “THE UNDEFEATED, 25 TIME LEAGUE CHAMPIONS… PUDDLEMERE UNITED; AARON CLERKE, OLIVER KNIGHTS, LIAM JEFFERSON, FRED HUBERMAN, BASIL PHELPS, JAMES POTTER AND THE CAPTAIN, JOAQUIN ANDON!” the crowd was deafening as the Puddlemere players were racing around the pitch like the Arrows had done before. James flew by our window slowly, blowing me a kiss through the glass and I laughed. They all got in position, James with the other two chasers in the middle as the referee went through the rules, held the Quaffle ready, blew his whistle and threw it up. The game began.






That was the most intense game I’d ever seen in my life and I had seen the Gryffindor/Slytherin matches in school a fair few times. Ginny laughed at me every time I jumped forward at the edge of my seat when James got the Quaffle or a Bludger flew past him closely. I wasn’t all that sure why to be honest, I just knew I didn’t like the idea of him being hurt. Charity had also called and asked if we all wanted to come back to hers for dinner, it was a good opportunity to pick up all my films so I made sure everyone agreed. Who am I kidding? They were the nicest family in the world, of course they didn’t disagree.


“That was… fun.” I breathed a sigh of relief when the whistle had blown, ending the game when the seeker for Puddlemere caught the Snitch, meaning they had won the match at a score of 280 to 230.


“You look like you enjoyed it, you were practically on the edge of your seat.” Harry teased and I laughed sarcastically when everyone else laughed.


“I know why I haven’t ever watched it before, it looks terrifying.” I admitted, looking at my partially chewed nails.


“It’s exhilarating when you’re up there though, it gets your adrenaline pumping and you get all excited!” Lily exclaimed happily.


“Agreed.” Harry and Ginny said in unison.


“Don’t look at me, I hated my flying lesson and I’m not part of the whole weird ‘adrenaline’ thing my family has going on.” Al held his hands up.


“Yeah, me too. Never really understood it.” I shrugged and we high-fived at the fact we had something in common. Our dislike of playing Quidditch and getting on a broom.


“James should be done with his interviews now, so we can go and get him and apparate to your sister’s house.” Ginny stood up with the rest of us and we made our way down all the stairs again and into the conference room where we waited for James to appear. A few minutes of waiting around and he finally walked through the door, followed by the rest of his team mates.


“Hey guys!” he grinned, immediately walking to his family who congratulated him and his team mates before coming towards me, “Told you we’d win.” He kissed my temple.


“Yeah, no need to show off.” I rolled my eyes and put my arm around his waist.


“Guys, meet my fiancée… Elle.” He got the attention of the other players who then gave me a once over.


“Got yourself a good one James.” A guy with very broad shoulders stepped forward, shaking my hand firmly and smirking at me.


“Thanks, Liam.” James rolled his eyes and pulled me closer to him protectively.


“Yeah, if you don’t marry her soon I’m gonna have to take her off you,” another guy stepped forward and winked at me but I knew who he was, Oliver Knights, another chaser with James and the world’s most notorious bachelor. Oliver’s greedy eyes roamed my figure before trailing back to my eyes, “Oliver Knights, it’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you.” he winked again and I felt a little uncomfortable. I noticed Lily was eyeing him up hopefully as James introduced me to the rest of his team and I could see that they hardly got on with one another, now I understood why James didn’t particularly like his team mates.


“Sorry about Oliver.” James whispered to me as he’d ventured off to probably flirt with something that had a heartbeat.


“He’s a bit…” I trailed off trying to find the right word.


“Forward?” he suggested.


“That’s being nice.” I scoffed and he laughed.


“True,” he nodded his head with an amused smile, “I guess some boys just don’t change their whore-ish ways.”


“Like you can talk, James!” I laughed happily, my arm was still around his waist with my thumb hooked through the belt loop on his jeans.


“Excuse me but I have been in two serious relationships, okay?” his brow raised.


“Really? And what would be the second one?”


“This one.”


“James, this doesn’t count. We’re not in a real relationship.” I rolled my eyes, feeling a little down now that I had reminded myself that it wasn’t real. I’d started to believe it was for a second.


“But to everyone else we are,” he whispered quieter as Alex Keeley walked past us to leave, saying a quick ‘bye’ and ‘congrats’ to James, “We are friends though right?”


“I guess we are.” I shrugged.


“So, it’s kind of like a serious relationship without the couple-y stuff when we’re alone.” He explained.


“James,” I laughed, “You’re logic is unbelievable.”


“I know,” he missed the sarcasm again, “Sometimes I wonder where these amazing thoughts come from.”


“Anyway,” I tried to steer the conversation from James’ obvious lack of logic, “Charity called and invited us all over for dinner tonight, which will give me the perfect opportunity to get all my DVDs.” I squealed happily and James looked worried.


“What time are we going?” he asked.


“Whenever we’re all ready.” I replied, looking around at the rest of the team and the Arrows, who had joined us during our conversation.


“If it isn’t my little Gingernut?” a voice drawled behind me and I whirled around, ready to insult Valerie and ask how the hell she even got here but came face-to-face with Domenic Theroux, a chaser for the Arrows. I thought he looked familiar but couldn’t quite place it, “Don’t remember me?” he looked a little put out.


“I recognise your face,” I scrunched mine up in concentration, “Just not your name.”


“That’s because I didn’t go by my real name, just like you Gingernut.” He winked and suddenly it hit me like a freight train.


“Oh my God! Lewis! Oh wow!” I rushed forward and embraced him, “You play Quidditch? What the hell? When did you quit?”


“One question at a time sweetheart,” he chuckled, releasing me but holding me at arms-length, “Yes, I play professional Quidditch. Got two girls to look after now, haven’t I? My own fault, drunken one night stand. And I quit not long after you did.” He answered my questions. I hadn’t seen Lewis (Domenic) in a few years, well ever since I worked at Dolls Kill and he worked behind the bar. He was by far the funniest and best person to work with from what I remember at the start, he was also the straightest gay man I’d ever known, which would come in handy in situations with randy men. I significantly remember one particular incident where a severely drunken man had tried to feel me up but the club had a strict ‘no touching’ policy and Lewis helped me, using a wand. I thought I was the only witch in the place, given that it was a Muggle strip club but after that I was glad that there was another magical person in the immediate environment.


“Two girls? Wow! How old are they?” I asked in shock. I never would have thought that he’d sleep with a girl and get her pregnant, let alone do it twice.


“Both three, twins. But I love them both,” He smiled, that explained the two kids then, “You’ve turned your life around, I see.” He glanced between me and James.


“Yeah. Molly and Charity helped,” I shrugged, “So have you! Quidditch! Never pegged you for a player.” I smirked and he lightly nudged me on the shoulder.


“Shut up, I have a family to provide for now anyway so I gotta do something. I was pretty good with a broom back in the day… well, I was pretty good with gripping long, hard sticks, if you know what I mean.” He winked, making me want to laugh and vomit at the same time.


“You’re so gross,” I rolled my eyes, “You know, I always wondered what happened to Destiny?” I asked curiously.


“In jail now, got two kids as well.” He answered.


“Who’s looking after her kids?”


“Their Dad, last I heard.”


“And who’s that? An alcoholic?”


“Me, actually,” my mouth dropped open, “Don’t look at me like that! We were both very, very, very drunk and it just sort of happened!” he argued, “I never expected her to turn up on my doorstep nine months later with two babies and suddenly just pass them over to me with no explanation!”


“Lewis! It’s okay, I’m not judging you,” at this he raised his eyebrow, “Much. But really, am I in a suitable position to judge you on what happened in your past?” he just looked at me, “I’m not, am I?”


“I guess not,” he shrugged finally, “So, are you going to introduce me or is your fiancé going to stand there like a pleb whilst we talk?” he addressed James, who was stood there awkwardly.


“Oh yeah, James this is Lewis, Lewis, this is James… my fiancé.” I gestured between each person and they shook hands.


“Sweetheart, you need to learn my real name.” He chuckled.


“Sorry, it’s weird to call you Domenic now.” I rolled my eyes.


“How do you two know each other?” James asked and we shared an awkward glance.


“Well, Lew-Domenic and I worked at Dolls Kill together but he worked behind the bar.” I answered awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with James.


“Oh right, I assume you took care of her for me then?” my head snapped up to James’ to see him staring at Domenic with an amused smile.


“Corse I did.” He nodded his head with the same smile.


“Am I missing something?” I looked between the two of them.


“No, just answering his question.” Domenic shrugged but I was staring at him suspiciously.


“Anyway, we’re all going out tonight. All of us, including the Arrows, to celebrate, you should come,” He nudged me in the shoulder again, “Party like the olden days, eh?”


“I’m never getting like that again,” I laughed, “Although, it did help with my tolerance to alcohol.” I smiled.


“I wouldn’t mind going out for one night.” Lily butted in from where she had been talking to Oliver and Liam.


“I’ll probably just go home, I’m not one for going out on big nights out.” Al said and we all started organising where we were going to meet.


“I guess we should be going then. Have to be at my sister’s before dinner is finished.” I said, rounding everyone up and saying goodbye to everyone and embracing Domenic tightly again. We all apparated to just outside my sister’s house where I knocked on the door and rocked on my heels before she swung it open, pulling me into a tight hug.


“I’ve missed you so much!” she said when she’d released me.


“I’ve only been gone for like a week Charity.” I rolled my eyes and laughed anyway.


“I know, Ruari and Gabby have been going crazy to see you again. They’ve missed you too.” She smiled and soon enough, Ruari came charging out the living room having heard my voice.


“Lellie!” Ruari screamed, jumping into my arms as I picked him up, kissing his temple like I always did.


“Hey kiddo! How’re you doing? Where’s Gabby?” I asked as Charity welcomed everyone else in, introduced herself and motioned us to the living room.


“She’s in the living room and I’ve been playing games all day with Daddy ‘cause he was at home today.” He explained as I put him down on the floor and tackled Darrell.


“Hey Elle.” He laughed, detaching himself from me and stepping forward to introduce himself like Charity had.


“Gabby! Where’s my beautiful little niece?” I shouted happily and she crawled out from behind the couch and ran towards me.


“Lell!” she yelled and I picked up her, bending over so he was dangling in my arms and blowing a raspberry on her bare stomach. She squealed happily and clung to my neck as I sat next to James on the couch, he was watching me with a fond smile on his face.


“Gabby, this is James. He’s my fiancé.” I introduced them as Lily joined in playing with Darrell and Ruari.


“Hello, Gabby.” James smiled and that was enough for Gabby to fall in love with him because she crawled onto his lap and demanded he play ‘Humpty Dumpty’ with her.


“Sorry about her, she’s a bit overexcited at the minute.” Charity apologised, bringing everyone some drinks out.


“She’s cute.” He smiled at her, laying her on his lap and bouncing her whilst she squealed. It was utterly adorable to watch him playing with her.


“Excuse me, man?” Ruari tapped Harry on the knee after getting bored with playing with Lily and Darrell.


“Hello, Ruari.” Harry smiled, shaking his formal outstretched hand and I had to laugh.


“Can I see your scar?” he blurted and the room went silent before Charity charged forward and snatched him.


“I am so sorry! Ruari, we do not ask personal questions, do we?” she scolded him and he looked to ground upset.


“No, Mummy.” He mumbled.


“It’s perfectly alright,” Harry smiled and lifted his hair so we could all see the lightning shaped scar, “Here.” He gasped in awe and Charity took the time to announce that dinner was ready and we all made our way into the dining room.


“It makes you kind of want kids again, doesn’t it Harry?” Ginny watched as James carried Gabby into the dining room on his hip whilst I walked beside them, holding her small hand.


“EW! No more baby-making in the house please! I don’t want to know about that stuff!” Lily shrieked, covering her ears. Harry laughed and put his arm around Ginny’s waist,


“I’m perfectly happy with our three beautiful children.” And kissed her on the lips gently and I sighed happily. James was staring at me out the corner of my eyes, placing Gabby in her seat and sitting beside me.


“Me too,” Ginny smiled happily round at all of us, “And anyway, it’s way past our time to have children now. That’s being passed onto you two.” She nodded towards myself and James and I blushed, James just smiled.


“Yeah but not for a while, I’m not ready to be a Granddad just yet.” Harry joked and we all laughed. Charity brought in our food and we all scoffed it down, I was incredibly hungry seen as I didn’t have breakfast and a small lunch.


“So, how’s the holiday going? Are you being careful?” Charity asked me as we stood in the doorway of the living room. Harry, Ginny and Al had gone back to the villa because they weren’t joining us tonight. I was watching James as he was playing with Gabby on the floor, pretending to be injured when she pounced on him. It was so cute and I suddenly found myself entertaining the idea of me actually being married to James with our own kids.


“Yes Charity, we’re being careful.” I rolled my eyes. We weren’t even having sex but she didn’t need to know that.


“Just making sure. You don’t want to be pregnant when you’re walking up the aisle like I was.” She said, she always hated the fact that the wedding clashed with when she was the biggest.


“There’s nothing wrong with that, Char, you got a beautiful little boy out of it.” I reassured her and she smiled down at Ruari.


“I know,” She smiled, “James would be a good Dad.”


“He will.” I smiled too, feeling really melancholic.


“You’ll be a good Mum too.”


“I hope so.” I mumbled unsurely.


“You will, I promise.” She hugged me and sent the kids off to bed so we could get ready and meet everyone else at the club.


“I haven’t seen Molly in a while, do you reckon she’ll come out if I call her now?” I asked Lily, who was busy shimmying into a black sequined dress that stopped just below her arse and had a low V-neck that was transparent material so you could see the top of her bra.


“It’s Molly, of course she’ll come out!” she rolled her eyes and I picked up my phone and dialled her number.


“Hey stranger! Was wondering when you’d finally call me?” she answered without saying ‘hello’ like a normal person.


“I’m back in England toda-”


What?! Why didn’t you tell me?” she hollered down the phone.


“Let me finish!” I shouted over her.


“Sorry, continue.” I heard her giggle and I laughed.


“I was back in England today for James’ match today. And I met on old friend from Glasgow and we all decided to go out tonight, wanna come?”


“Of course I will! Just tell me where and when?”


“Erm… we’re all meeting in Diagon Alley near The Leaky Cauldron and then walking down to The Pulse together.” I answered, raking through Lily’s wardrobe as we’d all apparated from my sister’s house to their house to get ready.


“Ooh, The Pulse! I love The Pulse! I’ll be there!” she squealed.


“Okay, see you in a bit then.” She said ‘bye’ and hung up, leaving me to be confused as to what I should wear.


“Just choose something, Elle.” Lily huffed from her corner where she was applying her ‘smokey eyes’ make-up.


“I don’t know what to wear though. Should I wear a dress or a top and shorts?” I held up a deep red tight fitting dress and some denim short, shorts and a black shirt that was completely transparent down the middle of the front and back.


“The shorts and top, it’ll look really cool with these heels.” She chucked a pair of black studded wedges towards me and I slipped them on after pulling the shorts and top on. It was all very tight and short, revealing quite a lot of skin but I didn’t mind as much because I wasn’t the only one who was going to be wearing skimpy outfits so I wouldn’t stand out. The shorts were a bit too short for my liking though, showing a little bit of the bottom of my arse but Lily told me that it looked fine. She applied some pale pink lip-gloss on my lips, curled my hair for me and put on an application of thick, black eyeliner.


“Okay, let’s go!” I smiled, checking my reflection in the mirror again and making sure that I had my wand and phone in my little purse, with an undetectable extension charm.


“Can I just say that your boobs look massive in that?” Lily assessed me with her eyes, making sure everything was okay.


“Thanks,” I blushed, “You look drop dead gorgeous too.” And she smiled back at me, linking our arms and walking down the stairs to meet James, who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He looked absolutely delicious in a tight, grey shirt and black jeans, his thumbs casually looped through his belt loops.


Whoa!” he gasped when he saw me and I blushed.


“Okay, let’s go so we can go party.” I grabbed onto James’ arm.


“You look sexy.” James whispered in my ear as we waited around outside The Leaky Cauldron for everyone else and a shiver ran down my spine, my heart jolted in my chest.


“Wish I could say the same about you, love.” I copied what he’d said to me a while ago and I turned around to face him, his hands resting just on the top of my arse and his forehead resting against mine.


“You’re so funny.” He rolled his eyes at me and kissed me just a little too passionately, before he separated our lips and started trailing kisses down my neck and I giggled.


“Oi! Lovebirds! Get a room!” someone shouted and we pulled away to see Molly rushing towards us with an amused smile on her face.


“Shut up, Molly.” James glared at her but kept his hands where they were.


“Is that anyway to greet your cousin, James?” she smirked and I detached myself from him and ran forward to hug her.


“Hey, how’re you?” I asked, pulling away and James stepped forward and put his arms back round me protectively. I was not objecting though.


“I’m so happy that I can actually see you out. You’re still all loved up though which is a bit disgusting.” She scrunched her face up as I hit her arm lightly.


“Tell me about it.” Lily joined in, her hands on her hips.


“When you both find someone that you love, I’m going to tease you endlessly.” I retorted and they laughed. The rest of our group joined us soon and we all walked towards The Pulse, with me holding Domenic’s hand and my other arm wrapped around James’ waist.


“We’re having shots as soon as we get in there.” Domenic made me pinky promise as we walked to the front of the line and were granted access straight away. Domenic pulled me straight to the bar, ordering us each four shots of tequila.


“What shots are we doing?” I gasped, looking as he placed four slices of lemon each near the shots and grabbed a salt shaker.


“Tequila shots woman! Go hard or go home!” he exclaimed exaggeratedly, James and everyone else had found a booth in the VIP section as we were separated and I waved to James to show I was fine. He was staring between myself and Domenic with an impassive expression on his face, which made me confused.


“Ready?” my attention was drawn back to Domenic and we both licked a line of salt off our hand, downed the shot and sucked the lemon wedge, repeating the process another three times.


“Ugh, that is so disgusting!” my face was scrunched up and I shivered at the horrible after taste of tequila.


“Thought you’d be used to that,” he winked at me and ordered the bartender over again, “Two alcopops please.” The bartender waved his wand and two bottles appeared in front of us with the caps removed. I took a massive swig and walked with Domenic back to our table in the VIP section.


“Already getting started without us?” James raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.


“Well if you were a big boy, you would have joined us.” I teased sexily and he pulled me onto his lap, kissing my shoulder and we both were bopping our heads to the thumping bass-line of the song.


“Hey! Gingernut, they have a pole over there!” Domenic shouted at me over the noise, “Wanna have another go? For old time’s sake?” he smirked and I rolled my eyes.


“Maybe when I’m drunker and I can’t remember it tomorrow.” I laughed.


“Deal.” He then proceeded to try and get me really drunk so I’d dance around the pole.


“You are not going to get me as drunk as that Lew-Domenic.”


“Worth a try.” He shrugged, chugging down the rest of his drink and ordering some more.


“Wanna go and dance?” Lily called to myself and Molly and we all stood up, walked onto the main dance-floor and started dancing sexily to the songs.


“James can’t keep his eyes off you.” Molly whispered to me and my eyes swivelled over to where he was sat, sipping on a beer and watching me.


“He hasn’t ever since he saw her wearing her outfit.” Lily smirked but I ignored them and continued dancing. Soon Domenic joined us and was busy grinding with Lily and Molly but I could also see that Oliver was staring at Lily jealously and I wondered whether there was anything happening between them.


“Lily!” I shouted at her.


“Yeah?” she shouted back.


“What’s up with you and Oliver?” I asked, standing closer to her so she could hear.


“Nothing’s up.”


“Come on, Lily. I’ve been seeing the looks you’ve been throwing each other.” I rolled my eyes. She detached herself from the dancing sandwich with Molly and Domenic and came to stand right in front of me, so her mouth was by my ear as we continued to dance.


“We kind of slept together a while back…” she answered, “We’re basically fuck buddies, kind of, but I’m starting to like him. It’s too complicated to just leave it.”


“Lils, why did you start? You know his reputation.”


“I know I did. At first I thought it was just uncomplicated sex whenever we wanted it but now I really like him and I don’t know what to do.” She looked so lost and I vowed to help her.


“Listen, I’ll help you, okay? If he comes up to you, dance with him, do whatever but don’t go home with him at any cost, okay?” she nodded her head, “And if I see him try to get you home, I’ll drag you away and make up some sort of excuse.”


“Thank you so much!” she hugged me but we were interrupted by someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Liam Jefferson stood behind us.


“Yeah?” I asked, having to step closer so we could hear each other.


“Care to dance?” he smirked, staring so obviously down at my boobs.


“No thanks,” I turned around and began dancing with Lily again but Liam couldn’t take no for an answer and I felt him come up behind me and start to grind, “Hey! I said ‘no’ jerk face, I’m taken.” I pushed him away from me and he became angry.


“Take a joke, God.” And stormed off probably to get over his rejection. I couldn’t help the icky feeling so I marched back to where James was chatting to Joaquin and pulled him towards the dance-floor.


“Okay…? Where are we going?” he asked confused.


“To dance.” I simply said and when we reached Lily, I put my arms around his neck and pressed my whole body against his, swaying my hips to the beat of the song and soon James joined in with me, but he placed his hands on my arse this time.


“Okay, so what’s got you in a bad mood?” he leaned his head down so I could hear him.


“Liam Jefferson. The bastard.” I hissed and he drew back with an angry expression on his face.


“What did he do?”


“Just asked if we wanted to dance so I said no and he just fucking started grinding on me.”


“Where’s the arsehole? I will punch him in the face.” He spat angrily. Just looking at him so riled up made me see how handsome he actually was and my heartbeat jolted again. It must have been the combined effort of the alcohol, the heat of the club and the cramped space on the dance-floor but I suddenly felt incredibly attracted to James so I pulled his lips to mine and snogged the living daylights out of him whilst we continued to sway our hips together.


“Don’t start having sex on the dance-floor now!” Molly shouted close to us and I pulled away, moving my arms from his neck to his waist and shot a finger at her.


“If that was your way of distracting me…” he gulped, “Ten out of ten.” I rolled my eyes and we continued dancing, completely forgetting that there were other people in the massive club.

 

“I think we should go back guys, it’s getting close to four in the morning.” Lily yawned and we said bye to everyone, me promising to ring Domenic soon (we’d swapped numbers) and him being disappointed that I hadn’t ended up dancing round the pole. Molly said she would text me later and I agreed before we apparated back to the villa, trying and failing to be as quiet as possible in heels and just a little bit drunk.


“Well, that was fun.” James came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as I pulled my white pyjama shirt on over the top of my outfit whilst shimmying out of it underneath.


“Mmm,” I murmured in agreement as he kissed gently down my neck again, “You best not be giving me any hickeys, the other ones have only just disappeared!” I turned around in his arms and slapped his chest.


“I’m not, I promise,” He smirked, kissing back up my neck and to my mouth. It seemed we’d been kissing more alone than we had been in public but I wasn’t really all that bothered, he was a good kisser. A very good kisser, “I have to show you something.” He looked at me sheepishly when we separated.

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