“What the hell James!”

“Good morning to you too Lils.” I muttered.

I rolled over in my bed, trying to adjust to the fact that Lily just chucked something at my head to wake me up. I glanced over at my clock. Eight in the morning. We weren’t even leaving for Kings Cross until ten fifteen. Why the hell was Lily waking me up so early.

“Where’s Isa?” She shouted at me.

“Merlin fuck Lils, she’s in her room.” I said, pulling one of my pillows over my head.

“No, she’s not.” Lily snapped. “I asked Daddy but he said not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t worry about it.” I mumbled.

“James, all her stuff is gone. Like everything. What the hell did you do to her last night.” Lily said.

I nearly leapt out of my bed, making my way to Belle’s room. I flung her bedroom door open. All her possessions were gone. The room was bare, minus the few pieces of furniture we kept in there.


Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Well?” Lily asked, clearly wanting answers.

“Last night I told Belle I wanted to take a break. She took it as I wanted to break up.” I answered.

“You are an idiot.” Lily muttered under her breath.

“I didn’t think she was just going to up and leave in the middle of the night!” I cried out.

“I’m calling Dom.” Lily said, whipping out her phone. “You don’t tell a girl you want to take a break, you ninny. That’s universal code for ‘let’s break up but I’m too much of a wimp to do it.’”

She held the phone up to her ear and headed back to her room as it rang.

“Dom! Hey it’s Lily. Listen, have you heard from Isa lately?”

She shut the bedroom door behind her.

I walked back into mine, grabbing my phone off my bedside table. There were no text or missed calls. I opened my contacts and scrolled down to Belle’s. I tapped on her name, putting the phone up to my ear as it began to ring.

One ring.

Two rings.

“Hey! You reached Isabelle Stein. I’m unable to answer my phone right now so please leave a message!”

I waited for the beep to record myself.

“Belle, it’s me. Call me as soon as possible or I’ll see you on the train.”

I hit the end button and placed my cell phone back on the table. I knew she had her phone in her hand. It only rang twice. Belle had sent me straight to voicemail. I sighed.

I didn’t mean what I said last night. Well, I did but I didn’t. Part of my mind screams break up with her, you’re mad at her. The majority of me screams don’t. I thought about the promise ring that sat in my bedside table drawer. I grabbed the little black box and opened it up. The ring sparkled at every angle. It was beautiful, handpicked for Belle. I shoved the ring box in my pocket, snatching my wand off the table and giving it a flick.

“That one.” I said, pointing the simple but elegant ring in the back corner.

“Ahh, yes.” The sales lady said with a smile. “I find it simple but classy.”

I beamed with happiness as I handed her the money. The sales lady placed the ring gently in the small black box and placed it in a little bag.

“You have a wonderful day sir.”

“You too.” I replied.

“Belle!” I called out, walking out of her kitchen. “Belle, are you here?”


I walked over to the staircase. Belle came out of her room, standing at the top of the staircase.

“James, what are you doing here?” She asked.

“Lily said you moved all your stuff out of your room.” I said.

“We broke up. I couldn’t stay there anymore.” Belle replied.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” I began, making my way up the stairs. “I made a mistake. You are the best thing to ever happen to me Isabelle Lynn Stein. I don’t ever want to lose you. I’m sorry I ruined your birthday dinner. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.”

“James.” Belle whispered. “I love you so much. But…but I can’t stay with you if you blame me for Al’s accident.”

“No!” I blurted out. “I did at first. I was so angry and consumed with grief. I know it wasn’t your fault.”

I wrapped my hand around the black box in my pocket. Should I give it to her?

“Promise?” She asked.


“Yes,” I whispered, taking the ring box out of my pocket. “It’s a little late, but here’s your birthday present.”

I held the black box out to her and Belle slowly took it from me. She carefully opened it up, her free hand flying up to her mouth to hide her shocked expression.

“James, this isn’t what I think it is…is it?”

“It’s a promise ring.” I explained. “A promise that I’ll love you, care for you, and one day hopefully marry you. A promise that I won’t be a stupid ninny and do dumb things like I did last night.”

“Oh James.” Belle sighed. “It’s so beautiful.”

She slipped it on her finger and held her hand up to examine it.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven for last night?” I asked.

“Only if you promise never to do it again.” Belle said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a snog.

I have to say, she’s pretty amazing.

Al is probably cheering from the heavens, glad I’m done being a fuckwit.

*                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *         

Belle came back to the house with me to head to Kings Cross with everyone else. Lily seemed pretty happy that Belle was back.

“Owl us if you need anything.” Mum said, kissing us all on the forehead. “You too Belle.”

“Come here girls.” Dad said, holding his arms out for Lily and Belle.

They both gave Dad a hug and Mum ushered them over to the train. Dad turned his attention back to me.

“I see you made up with Isabelle.” He stated.

“Um…yeah, we did.” I replied.

“Good. A girl like that isn’t going to wait around forever for you to get your shit together.” Dad said. “Don’t mess up again.”

Did my father just curse at me?

“I won’t.” I said, making my way onto the train.

I took one last look at my parents, waving goodbye before heading down the hall of the train. I popped into closed compartments, looking to see which one Belle and Lily took off to.


Oh shit.

I turned around to see Blair Chase making her way down the train towards me. Blair was another seventh year in my house who was hopelessly in love with me. When I say hopelessly, I mean hopelessly. The girl sent Belle a cursed bracelet when we first started dating because she was jealous.

“Jamey.” Blair said as she got closer. “I’m so sorry to hear about your brother’s accident.”

“Yes.” I mumbled. “It was a tough summer.”

“Oh, I bet. Having to live with that awful girl who killed your brother. Oh, I could have never done it.”

I opened my mouth to interrupt her but she just kept going.

“I heard you and that girl broke up. Does that mean you’re back on the market?”

“Wow, news really does travel fast.” I muttered.

“What was that?” Blair asked. “It actually doesn’t matter, that girl was so undeserving of you anyways.”

“Well, we actually didn’t…”

“I would be happy to fill her position.” Blair continued. “I’m much prettier than her.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away. With Blair’s mouth running, I wouldn’t be able to even fit five words in.

“Jamey, where are you going?” She asked.

“To find my undeserving girlfriend.” I replied.

*                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *         

After sitting through six sortings ceremonies, the seventh one was no better. I entertained myself by tormenting Belle. We seemed to push the events from the night before out of our minds, pretending as if it never happened. I pushed all the negative thoughts about Belle out of my mind, trying to only think of the times we had before the accident. Some of my favorite memories of those times were not PG thirteen.

I ran my right hand up her thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of her skirt. Every time I got close, she would swat my hand away. Every time she would swat my hand away, I would try harder.

“Arrête ça” Belle hissed.

"Vous ne pouvez pas dire que vous n'avez pas manqué ça." I whispered.

“Not in public.” Belle hissed in English.

“Tonight then.” I whispered in her ear. “Dans mon lit”

Belle just smiled at she looked down at the table. It was beautiful. It was the first genuine smile I’ve seen in a long time.

*                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *                      *

When dinner started, Belle and I snuck away from the meal. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sure Al already has a handful of dirty names for me and a lecture about how I couldn’t control my hormones. I didn’t care. It’s been over a month since I’ve actually been close to Belle.

We went up to the Room of Requirements. As soon as the door appeared, we barged in. Belle’s lips were pressed firmly to mine, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I held her close to me, tangling my hands in her long brown locks.

I pushed her gently down on the bed, climbing up and holding myself over her. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers, snogging the daylight out of me.

“I love you so much, Isabelle Lynn Stein.” I whispered, my breath heavy from our snog session.

“I love you too, James Sirius Potter.” She whispered back.


Author’s Note- We finally made it to school! Only took eleven chapters to do it. Plus, James is done being a little shit. Or is he? In my opinion, I think I did a good job at setting up for the next crisis. We can’t just let Belle and James live happily ever after. I’d love to know if you can figure out the direction I’m going with this story.


Arrête ça – Stop it

"Vous ne pouvez pas dire que vous n'avez pas manqué ça." – You can’t say you didn’t miss this.

Dans mon lit – In my bed


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