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I’m woken up from one small stream of sunlight peeking through my bedroom window straight into my left eye. Not one other stream anywhere else, but one straight to my eye, I know this isn’t the most of my worries but its damn bloody annoying you have to agree with me. I glance at the muggle clock hovering over my door and read 5:30am. James Sirius Potter is never woken this early, unless something serious has happened. I swear under my breath and hop out of bed, throwing the covers off me angrily.
I quietly open my bedroom door to see if anyone else is awake. Al’s bedroom is right next to mine, he sleeps with his door open and still has a small nightlight, but that’s Al he always has and probably always will. Don’t get me wrong he’s a bloody tough kid; he’s just always been like that. I see his glasses sitting on the nightstand beside his bed, every time I see them I wonder why he never got new and improved glasses, he has always stuck to the same round ones as dad. Like, he would hardly look like dad if he wore different glasses, I really don’t understand. Sometimes I think he really likes the attention from people and magazines, but then sometimes I don’t, he’s difficult to understand, my little brother.
I walk down the stairs and straight into the living room where I see Fred and Logan, my best mates fast asleep on the floor. They have no mattress or blankets with them, and they could have had the choice to sleep on the lounge, but they are on the floor, sometimes I don’t understand them either. They must have wandered in last night sometime after I went to bed. My mother would have been flaring, thank Merlin I wasn’t awake to hear what she had to say to them.
Fred Weasley is also my cousin but we have been best friends from the moment we could crawl, creating mischief around the Burrow together. My mother once said we nearly caused our 145 year old Great, Great Aunt Muriel to fall into a lake. Thankfully Teddy was watching over us. We were born only days apart and since then were inseparable. Fred has dark hair and skin and looks more like his mother than a Weasley, he spikes his hair up in all different directions kind of like mine but my hair is rather curly. He has dark eyes that are a total mystery; however Fred is easier to read than a book. He is the most predictable person out and forgives anyone, no matter what they did.
Logan Zabini is the son of Blaise, he and my father didn’t get on too well when they went to school. You would have thought Logan would be the same, but he wasn’t sorted into Slytherin. No, he was sorted into Gryffindor with Fred and I and we became an instant Trio. The three of us rule Hogwarts together and every girl in the castle would faint if we were to stop and talk to them. They call Logan the dreamy one. He is mysterious and not one you should cross, he has dark hair like Fred’s but doesn’t spike it up, he has a lighter skin tone with a long scar on the bottom of his jaw. They call that scar dream, which is why he is the dreamy one. Fred is the cute one, since well he isn’t that smart and can sometimes look helpless. And I’m the charming one. I can charm my way out of trouble and could charm my way into a girls pants better than even my grandfather James Potter.
There is a loud knock on the door that makes me jump out of my skin a little. Who in Merlin’s beard would visit the Potter Household at this time of the morning? I open the door with a puzzled look on my face and am nearly pushed aside as Teddy Lupin walks in. He stops in his tracks where he was walking, it looked like he was going upstairs but then he turns around and looks at me.
Teddy proposed to my oldest cousin Victoire about four weeks ago and well of course she said yes, they had been together for six years. Everyone was so happy and my grandmother couldn’t stop crying.
“What are you doing up at this hour of the morning?” He asks, not even wishing me a good morning or greeting me. What a lovely person.
“Ray of sunlight” I reply, Teddy raises his eyebrows, clearly thinking I was some weird physcopath that should live with Professor Trelawney. “Anyway I could ask you the same… and why are you at my house?” I ask, faking a snobbish tone.
“Actually I came to ask you a question” He replies rather sheepishly. I stand there, he stands there, and nobody says anything. Well what the fuck is he waiting for? That must have been why he was heading upstairs, to wake me up.
“Why did you come this early to ask me?” I ask in suspicion, he and everyone else in the Wizarding World knows, thanks to Witch Weekly, that James Sirius Potter never wakes up before eight in the morning, unless he is at Hogwarts.
“Oh, never mind about that, a slight misunderstanding with Vic” He pushes the topic aside; I look at him with a confused expression. “But I came here to ask if you could be my best man for the wedding?” He asks,
“Yeah sure, thanks man, but this is the reason you had a fight with Victoire, right?” I smirk; he nods his head, looking a little confused at how I would know that. “I know that simply because I know Victoire. She thinks I’m just one big joke and would stuff the whole ceremony up, which is completely true and you are defending me, don’t worry about it mate, she’ll come round, I usually win against her anyway” I wink at him, Teddy chuckles at me. “So anyway, you know where the guest bedroom is, go get some sleep. Make sure you close those bloody curtains of yours” I mutter in confusion, still not believing that ray of sunlight beaming into my eye.
“Would you two shut the bloody hell up? Some of us are trying to sleep” Fred suddenly snaps at me and Teddy. Teddy shrugs and makes his way up the stairs to probably sleep.
I was actually certain this was the time I was going to die. I was nearly sweating a pool in these jeans and it felt as if I were inside one of those muggle heaters my grandpa rambles on about all the time, especially closed in a tight space on the Hogwarts Express. You could just see the humidity in Dom’s hair, it was puffed up like she had been stricken by lightning, and I was definitely not the first to notice this…
“Hey Dom” I hear Logan say. Logan and Dom are always having little bickers with eachother, it’s like they are a married couple. He is grinning.
“Hey Logan” Dom replies not looking up from her nails. She didn’t have as much of an enthusiastic tone as Logan, she doesn’t really care about people in general Dom.
“I think I can tell what temperature it is, just by looking at your hair” He bursts out laughing at himself and finds this absolutely hilarious. I join him and this just makes him laugh harder. Soon Fred and his on and off girlfriend Alice Longbottom join in. I never know what is going on between them and Fred is always heartbroken, I don’t really like her but who am I to judge. I don’t see my love life getting anywhere apart from sex in broom closets.
Dom has the biggest temper in the whole world. She gets heated up even if someone is joking so I advise you not to get on her bad side, the side that Logan just landed himself on. She storms out of the compartment which makes Logan laugh even harder. He gets up and follows her anyway, probably to try and apologise if he even gets a word in. I feel sorry for the poor bloke. Fred and Bella are snogging their faces off eachother and it is just disturbing really, she will just break the poor bloke’s heart once again and he will mope around complaining about her, but all of a sudden the next day they will be together again, just fuck the hell off Alice Longbottom.
“I’m going for a walk” Is all I say to them. They don’t even look up or mumble anything to me as I leave them in the compartment. Dom and Logan have disappeared somewhere and the narrow corridor is deserted. You would think at least someone would be out here but no.
Just as I am about to turn around and head down the corridor to find someone I might know, I run smack bam into some girl I have never seen before. She falls right to the ground and hits her head against the wall. She is the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life, not even kidding. She has long blonde wavy hair with bright blue eyes. Those eyes are just the sweetest I have ever seen. She isn’t in her Hogwarts robes so I can’t tell what house she is in, or what year.
“Well are you going to just stand there or help me up?” I hear her beautiful voice for the first time. Snap out of it James she is going to think you’re a creep. She is looking up at me and as our eyes meet I nearly become paralysed by her overwhelming beauty.
“Oh, of course here” I extend my hand out and bend down to help her up but she rejects my hand and stands up herself, that’s odd. Why would she ask for help and when I give it to her, reject my offering?
“No thank you” She replies in a bitchy voice. What is her problem? She tries to push past me to continue wherever she was heading to and I block her by extending my arm across to the other wall, so she is just staring above my arm into the distance.
“I’ve never seen you around here before” I continue the conversation just so I can admire her frustrated look as she impatiently waits for me to move. She has all her weight slumped down on one leg with a small crease line of frustration above her left eyebrow.
“Maybe that’s because I’m new” She replies and for the second time she looks straight into my eyes, but then looks away quicker than when she looked into them. I have my grandfather James’ hazel coloured eyes so they’re nothing special really. I extend my arm out again for her to shake it and this time she does,
“I’m James, and you are?” I ask. I try not to say my last name as often as possible because people usually just try to get information about what my father is up to, which to be honest I am not interested in.
“Summer” She says, I wait for her to say more but she doesn’t. “Summer Cohen if you must know my whole name James” She repeats impatiently. She is still waiting to go past me,
“Beautiful name” I flash her my charming smile “Did you transfer here?” I ask trying to get her to stay for longer than she should; she was obviously in a hurry if she went over flat on her back when she ran into me.
“Yeah. From Beauxbatons” She replies, still in that same bitchy tone and for some reason I don’t believe her, I give her my charming smile again and let her past. At first she doesn’t go, but then she realises I’ve let her past and hurriedly walks past.
“Remember me, I’m James” I call after her, I hear her softly laugh as she disappears into the far compartment and slams it shut, running at lightning speed. I wonder why she would sit in a compartment alone on her first train ride here.
I walk the opposite direction as Summer walked in and Zane Carrow comes running up the corridor. Zane Carrow is the biggest dick head in the world. He is from Slytherin and is the captain of their Quidditch Team and is the dirtiest player you could come across. We are enemies and everyone knows we loathe eachother. It’s odd not to see his two massive friends that make his posse. Actually they look more like his bodyguards sometimes.
“Out of the way Potter I’m trying to find someone” He hisses at me, he shoves me back a little but that still doesn’t clear the road for him. What does he think I’m a small first year that would tremble at the sight of him?
“Let me guess she has long blonde hair and is immensely beautiful?” I ask, no wonder she was running. I would be sprinting for my life if I were a girl away from this git. He takes his wand out and points it at my neck. I start laughing at him, even though the situation isn’t funny.
“Tell me where she went, or I’ll curse you into oblivion” He threatens, I laugh out loud at him again as other students start to peek their heads out of their compartments.
“Well that’s made me frightened. Let me give you a little advice Carrow” I reply with a dull tone in my voice, I can see the compartment Summer went inside and could just tell she would be listening. “If a girl runs away from you, she probably doesn’t want you or like you, so I suggest you wander back over to the Slytherin compartment and complain to your dickhead friends about your sad life” I smirk at him, some of the students that have gathered around laugh at Carrow’s face.
Carrow blasts a spell out of the end of his wand and it shoots right past me, I quickly draw my wand and block the next three spells he shoots at me.
“What, Potter’s to scared to attack back?” He laughs, with that same maniac look in his eyes he gets when I shoot a quaffle past his hoop in Quidditch, he is the Keeper.
“I’m not scared you idiot. I’m simply using self-defence because you’re not worth my effort. Your pathetic excuse to try and hook up with this girl, like she would even want to look at you. I don’t blame her for running.”
He fires another spell at me, I wasn’t expecting this and it hit me right in the stomach, I am blasted off my feet and feel myself fire back at him while in the air. I see the stunning spell hit him on the side of the leg; he is then knocked off his feet and smashed into the side of the wall. The loudness of his landing causes everyone to gather around him and even causes Summer to retreat from her compartment to see what happened. She sees me on the floor and scans the students surrounding Carrow before I interrupt her,
“Well are you going to just stand there or help me up?” I mock her and she lets out another soft chuckle. She leans down to me and helps me up, for a second there I thought she wasn’t going to. I feel blood trickling from my forehead from being smashed into a wall and she studies it, flicks her wand, and it disappears.
“I want to be a Healer” She explains as I give her a puzzled look. Most seventh years wouldn’t know one healing spell since they aren’t really that important, well to me anyway. I couldn’t care less.
“I don’t get you” I blurt out without even getting the chance to control my tongue. It looks like she had been expecting me to say it; she might even have that said to her often. She is incredibly hard to read after years of reading Fred Weasley.
“Most people don’t” Is all she replies, I give her another puzzled look but this time she didn’t explain deeper with what she meant.
“I don’t believe you” I reply, I can see she is getting annoyed with me playing her so easily, an advantage of being related to a Peverall. “You block people out. You are just like my cousin Dominique” I smile at her, which makes the crease in her forehead appear again.
“I don’t block people out you git. You don’t even know me so why would I invite you in to begin with” She snaps back at me in that same bitchy tone. She is about as moody as Dominique too. They are seriously like two peas in a pod.
“I find you to be outstandingly beautiful. Your eyes lure young teenagers like myself towards you. You have a fired up attitude which is like a challenge to me. I’m fascinated by you. Plus you rejected me, which frustrates and puzzles me at the same time” I confess, maybe this way she won’t block me out of the rest of her personality.
She looks shocked, as if no one has ever said such a thing to her. And then she does something I would have never expected her to do. She frowns at me. Kisses me lightly on the lips and walks away. Maybe even stomps away. What the actual fuck just happened? This time I don’t follow her, I feel that I may have pissed her off and flattered her at the same time, and I pulled it off perfectly.
“Now, Mr Potter” Professor McGonagall looks at me sitting in the chair opposite her office desk “Mr Carrow” She then looks at Carrow who is in the seat next to me, “You will both be placed on Monitoring and I will be owling your parents about your incident on the Hogwarts Express. I am very disappointed in you both” She eyes us both with a worried expression on her face but turns to Carrow “Mr Carrow, you may now leave”
I feel as if she has ignored me as Carrow gets up and leaves McGonagall’s office without another word, not even a wave to some of the portraits. The portraits in here love me, we have some great chats when I’m in here waiting for McGonagall, especially with Dumbledore, he is real fond on me and finds my misbehaving quite amusing. And by the way Monitoring is this new detention system where a notepad and quill follow you around all day and record your every movement, every conversation and if you don’t pass the Monitor’s expectations you have an interview with Headmistress McGonagall and your parents, which means either suspension or expulsion.
“Potter I have kept you behind to warn you. See you are only in this school right now because of the outstanding OWLs your received in fifth year, if you were any average student you would have been expelled by now” She states. Well mother of Merlin I didn’t know that, I mean yeah my grades are quite exceptional, something I do take pride in yet hardly ever study. I think of it as a gift. “If you don’t pull your act together soon I will have no choice, regardless of your being Harry Potter’s son” She threatens. I see the stern look on Dumbledore’s face, even he is seems to be disappointed in me.
“I’m sorry Headmistress, but what happened on the train really wasn’t my fault. I was actually saving an innocent student, doesn’t that deserve some credit?” I asked, not even meaning to aggravate her.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about Potter! Stop blaming it on everyone else when you know exactly what you did. Don’t try and make excuses or back-chat me” She snaps at me,
“I’m sorry” I reply, a little taken aback. Usually McGonagall warms up to my charming, she just denied my charm I must have certainly disturbed her.
“You are exactly like your grandfather in nearly all departments” She mutters, partly to herself but I just happened to hear her. I hear Dumbledore chuckle and a couple of the other portraits join him.
“What departments am I missing?” I tease her. She gives me a smile that I can see she is trying to force back, clearly still angry with me.
She dismisses me from her office and I begin to head to the Common Room. Most students have already head up to their dorm rooms, there is however a few older students still huddled by the fire. There doesn’t seem to be anyone I recognize until I spot Dom sitting down with a girl with long, blonde wavy hair. Of course that beautiful hair could only belong to Summer, I was more than happy to welcome her into Gryffindor House. However she still isn’t talking to me. I tried to have a chat with her before I was summoned to Professor McGonagall’s office. She completely ignored me, staring past me as if I was part of the all of a sudden interesting wall. I strut up to my slightly younger cousin and Summer Cohen.
“I thought you’d be put in Slytherin for sure” I sneak up behind Summer and whisper this in her ear so Dom cannot hear what I had to say. She startles before realising its her annoying friend James Potter. Dom glares at me, apparently having ears like a cat and hearing what I just said.
“Relax Dom I’m only messing with her” I snort at my cousin. This doesn’t calm her down though. She would have to be even more hot-headed than me. I squish myself in the middle of the two girls more than comfortably.
“So what were we talking about?” I break the awkward silence that seemed to have erupted as soon as I sat down.
“I’m going to bed” Dominique stands, clearly pissed off at me and begins walking up to the girl’s dormitories with her silent footsteps echoing up the ghostly path.
“Are you angry with me too?” I ask as Summer shuffles along the lounge, a little further away from me picking up a massive book that looks very uninteresting. She ignores me again. “Oh come on, what did I say that upset you? That you are beautiful? That you have pretty eyes?” I question her, she ignores me again. I shuffle a little closer to her.
“What was with the kiss before” I whisper. She doesn’t say anything, “You know, on the train” I pretend to remind her, I see a small smile appear on her face. But still ignores me.
I don’t understand how she can kiss me, and then ignore me and be a bitch. She slams the book shut, neatly lines it up next to the others on the coffee table and stands up. She leans towards me with our noses mere millimetres apart and whispers.
“What kiss?” Before I can reply she kisses me lightly on the lips again, the same as on the train. Then she puts her finger up to her lips as if asking me to keep it a secret. She gets up and walks up the girls’ dormitory before I can reply.
This girl would have to be one of the most confusing and challenging of them all. Without thinking I follow her, straight up to the girl’s dormitories only to be smacked out of my trance by the stairs launching me back down to the floor.
A couple of sixth and seventh year students give me a smug look as I bounce back off the ground and head up to my dorm. I slam the door shut behind me before seeing Fred and Alice completely naked in Fred’s bed. I shield my eyes,
“Oh seriously? First night man, where am I supposed to sleep?” I yell in annoyance as they scramble under Fred’s sheets. Logan doesn’t appear to be in the dorm room so Fred must have thought he had it to himself.
“Maybe Luke’s room has a spare bed” Fred mumbles over Alice, who is currently licking his face all over, I smirk at the thought.
I walk back out of the dorm room and seem completely deserted. No place to sleep. I begin to wonder where in Merlin’s beard Logan would be. Instead, I just decide to sleep in the deserted common room. When I realise I’m in my school robes I decide to quickly summon some pyjama pants down from my bedroom, hoping Fred or Bella won’t notice. I slip on my maroon striped pyjama bottoms and try to stretch out as comfortably as I can on the rock hard Gryffindor couch.
Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow, always a day I seem to dread as hopeful first, second and third years all sign up hoping to score a place on the team. There are rarely any decent players but there are usually one or two younger kids that stand out in my eyes. I remember trying out for my first year, I hadn’t had my first broom class yet so I was utterly nervous. However Teddy was the captain so I felt a little reassured. Not favourite of course, but the thought definitely eased me. And of course I had a natural talent; however I was, like my grandfather, a born Chaser for the team.
Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Captain: James Potter
Seeker: Lorcan Scamander
Keeper: Rose Weasley
Beaters: Dominique Weasley, Luke Wood
Chasers: James Potter, Fred Weasley, Logan Zabini
“Where did you even sleep last night?” I ask Logan as we join the rest of the Gryffindor’s for breakfast. He looks at me with a sudden surprise, as if wondering how I knew he didn’t sleep in the dorm. He is acting strange let’s just put it that way.
“What do you mean? I was in the dorm” He replies rather quickly. I push the subject aside as he reaches for a large plate of bacon. I know he is lying but decide not to push it, he is obviously panicking about something.
I reach for a plate of toast before realising it was snatched straight out of my hands before it could reach my mouth. I look around for the suspect who stole the last slice of toast and see that above me stands Summer Cohen, munching on my toast. I shake my head in frustration at her as she sits down next to me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek when no one is looking and her leg may as well be wrapped around mine at the closeness of her. I look at her and realise her face is just as close as her leg is; she doesn’t seem to notice this and very nonchalantly reaches for more toast. I look around to see if anyone saw and no one seemed to have noticed.
“So Summer” I hear Logan mutter with a mouthful of food, nearly spitting orange juice all over me, “You play Quidditch?”
“I’ve never tried it before. But it seems to be all the rage around here” She replies, Logan raises his eyebrows at her, thinking the same as me. She doesn’t like Quidditch?
“So you don’t like Quidditch?” I ask, dumbfounded throwing my knife and fork quite forcefully against the Gryffindor table.
“Well it’s not that I don’t like it. I’ve just never understood how it works” She talks to me normally for the first time, her perfect teeth scraping off some scrambled egg from her fork.
“Well that’s that” I say partly to myself, standing up. Thankfully there are no lessons until tomorrow so I get to show Summer everything I know about Quidditch.
She surprisingly allows me and Logan to lead her out to the Quidditch Pitch. I leave them halfway down the pitch to go and collect three broomsticks for us to practise on, there are a couple people out here this morning so I hope she doesn’t crash into anyone. I grab the simplest broomstick to control I could find, it doesn’t go very fast at all but still, she won’t fall off. I place the broom on the ground at her feet and she gives me a sour look, I laugh.
“Now, stick your arm out like this” I pull her arm out so that it hovers above the broomstick, “And say up” The Comet 360 flies straight up into my hand, holding hers almost knocking her straight over again. I let it flow back down to the ground again. “Now you try” I said, standing back a little. She gives me an uncertain look.
“Up” She says. Nothing happens. Not even the slightest movement of the broomstick below. She gives Logan an annoyed glance. “Up” She repeats. The broom moves on the ground, but still doesn’t fly into her hands. She tries three more times before she gives up, bends down and lifts it into her hands. “There” She smirks.
Me and Logan crack up laughing together as she gives us another sour look. This just makes us laugh harder. And Before I can realise it, she has mounted the broom backwards and started shooting straight upwards. The broom may not be as fast as my Firebolt 3000, but it is still decent. I can hear her scream as Logan and I both kick off the ground and zoom up each side of her. She has stopped, at least 50 feet off the ground and is clinging on for dear life. I can hear Logan shouting instructions at her,
“Don’t move! Just slowly, very slowly push down on the broomstick!” I hear him shout over the loud wind at her. And there it is. She does exactly what Logan says, but starts plummeting down to the ground, so fast that she slips from her broom. Logan shouts in victory when he thinks he catches her, but it was the broom. I dive down, seeing her only too clearly and catch her about 10 feet above the ground, she sits on my lap, clinging for me for her life, so she thinks.
“Relax, just relax Summer your making my broom lose control” By the time we land softly on the ground she has her eyes shut tightly, and still isn’t letting go of me. Some students had gathered around to see before Logan shoos them off. I can see that Logan is trying to hide his laughter when he coughs. She still hasn’t let go of me.
“It’s ok. Quidditch just isn’t for you, right?” I say, trying to reassure her. She all of a sudden realises she is still holding onto me for her life, she jumps off me.
“Clearly” She lets out a shaky laugh which makes Logan crack it. He falls to the ground in laughter, tears rolling from his eyes. She laughs with him, but I didn’t think it was funny. She could have easily gotten hurt and died just then. And she thinks this is funny?
“Let me see you guys fly” She demands, she actually demands as the laughter dies out. Logan mounts his broom and pushes off the ground as if waiting for me to join him.
“What, too scared James?” He mocks me. Summer smiles up at Logan who winks at her. I give them a weird look, as if asking if he fancies her. Any man would. But I will win her over, one day.
“Logan you git. We can’t have a proper game with just two of us” I reply, but anyway push off the ground and join him.
We are using a charmed soccer ball instead of a quaffle since they are all booked out. “Be prepared to get your arse kicked” I smirk as Summer throws the ball up in between us. It’s true, anyone in Hogwarts would know I’m a better Chaser than Logan, I’m one of the best Hogwarts has had. I easily steal the soccer ball from the air and have it shot through the nearest post within the first three seconds.
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First day of classes today, and I am already late to pick up my timetable from Professor Longbottom. To me, he is Neville, but while on school grounds my father insists I call him Professor Longbottom. By the time I arrive at his office he already has my timetable in his hand. I thank him and scan the small piece of parchment to see what my next subject is.
I look in shock at my timetable. It has grown at least half its size from last year. I look up at Neville to see if he can explain this and he just smirks at me.
“This is bloody unbelievable” I state. He chuckles a friendly laugh at me, scanning my timetable.
“You must be going for NEWT level I suspect?” He says, scanning over the hardest subject I have on my timetable. Ancient Runes,
“Yeah I want to be a Curse Breaker like my Uncle Bill. He said he could put a good word in for me too” I say proudly,
“You know James, they will research your history here at Hogwarts. So you better put your act together, or they’ll choose someone more like your brother” He dismisses me from his office without another word.
I know he didn’t mean to insult me, but by saying, ‘more like your brother’ hurts. Albus Potter, me and my brother aren’t on the best terms at the moment. We aren’t really that close. I know however he is a straight O student. Receiving Outstanding for every subject he has. I am just as bright as him. I just don’t show it by studying every chance I get. He is without a doubt no troublemaker. He is obviously what Neville and McGonagall would call, the perfect student. And I’m not. Lily says he is jealous of my charm. I highly doubt that, he has the Potter charm in him somewhere. He is a Slytherin, but that isn’t why we don’t get on. He is just the total opposite of me. Apart from Quidditch. Of course he has the Quidditch blood in him, he plays Seeker for Slytherin. He gets on really well with my father. Sometimes I think my mum and dad forget about me. Dad has Albus, his perfect soon to be Head Boy, Quidditch star son. Mum has her adorable, angel like Lily. I’m the troublemaking, rebellious older brother who according to them can take care of himself. Albus is still holding a grudge against me because I kissed his girlfriend in third year. He was only twelve years old and it was a kiss on the cheek! I mean, I don’t think she was even a witch. She didn’t attend our school and I’m pretty sure she was older than him.
I just don’t feel like handling Transfiguration at the moment. It is my best subject, but I just can’t face McGonagall. I wish I didn’t have to go. Thinking about my family just gets me in an annoyed mood. Of course, I do adore my little sister Lily.
By the time I arrive at Transfiguration, McGonagall has already started writing notes down on the board. I quietly slip through the room and take a seat at the back of the classroom next to Luke Wood, he is a nice bloke and a pretty decent Beater, and overall he’s a cool guy. He slaps me on the shoulder as if welcoming me to the seat next to him and I give him a nod of appreciation.
“Please excuse Mr Potter rudely interrupting the class” I hear the voice of Professor McGonagall echo down to the back. Usually I would argue. I just quietly mutter a sorry to the class, who have all turned to look at me.
“You will stay back after class thank-you” She says sourly to me. I knew it was coming, I missed breakfast what else could she punish me with? I just nod as she starts teaching the class about the Animagi. Since I already know everything on the Animagi I zone out. All I can hear is the scratch of Luke’s quill against his parchment. It looks like he is the only one I know in this class, not many of my friends take Advanced Transfiguration. Not many students do really. All I can think of is my grandfather secretly becoming an illegal Animagi with his mates. When Al and I were really small, about seven years old we made a bet to see who could become an Animagi first. I don’t think he would remember by now.
The class ends, finally. I was actually considering casting a spell on myself that keeps my eyes open, no matter how tired I am. Something Uncle George taught me. I stand, with the rest of the class and nearly forget I am supposed to stay behind at the end. I slowly make my way over to McGonagall who is sitting at her desk, practising wand movement.
“Mr Potter did I not just warn you about putting your act together?” She states. I don’t answer her and just decide to look at my feet. “So now you have nothing to say?” She says sourly.
“I’m sorry” I reply, not really caring what she says to me next. “I’m sorry Professor but being late to a class really doesn’t matter to me at the moment. I could recite your whole lesson to you if you want” I say after she doesn’t reply.
“You cannot speak like this to me Potter. You do realise I am the Headmistress and if you don’t care about being late to lessons then why are you even here?” She demands, placing her wand down on the desk calmly.
“Professor I didn’t mean it like that-”
“You will write a 6000 word essay on the Animagi, if you were listening this should be no problem at all then should it?” She mocks me, McGonagall certainly isn’t liking me this year. 6000 words? What does she think I am Albus?
“Uh, yeah sure, ok. No problem. In fact, you’ll be seeing that essay in your office by this afternoon” I reply. Why did I just say that? Thank Merlin I have free period now.
“Don’t push it Potter” She replies, not even glancing up at me, “You aren’t Albus” She didn’t mean this in a bad way either. She thought I would laugh at it, most people do. But no I’m pretty insulted.
“What you don’t think I can do it just because I’m the other, perhaps the stupid Potter” I unexpectedly snap back at her. She takes this by surprise and is a little taken aback. Nearly shocked,
“No of course not why would you think that?” She states, shuffling through some papers. How can she have so many when it is only first day of classes.
“Because you just said so” I know I am being a smart arse, and McGonagall certainly doesn’t allow it. I nonchalantly glance at the parchment and quill secretly hovering behind me, scratching every word down and fall silent.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult you Potter, but it is unacceptable for you to speak to me that way” She states, “Now, so I know you are doing this essay, you can stay in here with my supervision and write it.”
I slump back down at the nearest desk and begin scratching down every sentence I remember McGonagall saying in today’s lesson. It was really quite easy but by the time I had finished it was only about 4000 words. So I had to start naming people I know are an Animagi including illegal ones. She didn’t let me leave until she read it and was thoroughly impressed. This caught me by surprise. She flicked her wand and the Monitoring parchment vanished behind me.
“Everyone welcome to Gryffindor Quidditch Tryouts, I will be running you through a set of drills to see who makes best fit for the team. And remember just because you were on the team last year doesn’t guarantee you a spot this year” I shout to a crowd of about 100 students all gathered tightly together on the Quidditch Pitch. I can see Summer sitting in the stands by herself, nearby to her was the Slytherin Quidditch Team, all gathered here to watch who I pick. Including my younger brother.
The afternoon was very slow. I picked the same team I had last year and it was a total waste of time. I head over to the stands where Summer is and take a seat down next to her while she watches the rest of the team start packing away spare quaffles and bludgers.
“Still not keen on this sport” She says as I escort her to the changing rooms to meet Dom. I knew they would be best friends, they are absolutely two peas in a pod.
We arrive inside and Summer closes the door behind her.
“It doesn’t look like anyone is in here-” But before I can even finish what I was saying she had smashed me against the closed door and threw her lips onto mine forcefully. I was so taken aback I would have fallen backwards if she didn’t push me against this wall. She thrusts her tongue in my mouth and I kiss her back just as passionately as she runs her hands through my messy black hair. I pull her waist in so there is absolutely no space between us and she moans. I smirk into the kiss as she pulls me off the wall and throws me into one of the showers. She walks in there after me as if she is a hunter, and I am her prey. Is this how it works at Beauxbatons? If so, I’m moving.
“You are all dirty from your Quidditch practice” She turns the handle of the shower and a cold sensation flies down my neck. She pounces on me and I catch her by surprise as she thrusts her hands up my shirt. I grip her arse in my hands before she smacks them away with a sly smile on her face.
“I don’t understand you. You know, I really don’t” I mutter as she leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and onto my bare stomach from where she threw my Quidditch gear off. She flicks her wand and muggle police handcuffs tie my hands together. She stops kissing me and brings her face up to be mirrored with mine.
“This, is for calling me a Slytherin” She gives me that insanely gorgeous kiss on the lips I desire and gathers up my clothes.
“What-” But before I could do anything she was gone. With all of my clothes except my bottoms. At least she was kind enough to leave me those. I try to get up but realise the handcuffs are charmed to the shower. I am saturated, with no clothes but trousers and am locked in the Quidditch change room. What a fucking brilliant plan of hers, one I can only admire.
I sit there. Puzzled for quite a few minutes before someone comes in. Fred Weasley looks at me, and then breaks down with laughter. I actually join him as I explain what happened. It was just so funny, even I had to admire what she had done.
“Yeah right it was Summer. You wish James, was it some Slytherin you aren’t proud of?” Fred chuckles as he tries to figure out the counter curse for these handcuffs before getting frustrated with them and blasting them off me. My hands were on fire for a small amount of time before he put the fire out.
“Mate, it was Summer!” I reply with an angry tone in my voice, why doesn’t he believe me?
“I saw Summer with Dom only a minute ago, how could she do this to you so fast?” He replies. I decide to leave it, if she wants to play it that way, then I will play it that way.
We walk back up the castle grounds together and round the corridor to head up the Grand Staircase when we saw them. Fred looked as if he was going to explode on the spot. He was just a little ball of fire that erupted. It was Alice Longbottom snogging the living daylights out of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain, Ryan Abbot. Before I can do anything to stop Fred, he has blasted not just Abbot, but also Alice off their feet. I see him blast three more purple looking spells I didn’t even know at Abbot before stalking over to Alice.
“Never again, will I ever forgive you” He snarls at her, I have never seen Fred actually be so, what’s the word? Dominique-like. He doesn’t look like his usual cheerful self when he turns back around to me. I hear the soft moans of Alice as she sobs and tries to get up to follow Fred, who had stormed right passed me. I step in front of her before she can go any further though,
“You heard him, Alice. I think he really means it this time” I snarl in the same tone Fred had used, she gives me a look of terror. “Just realised how wonderful he is, didn’t you?” I smirk at her as she crushes herself against the wall for support.
I look over at the unconscious Ryan Abbot, watching large purple snail looking animals crawling out from underneath his face as he shivers on the ground. Where Fred ever learned to produce that spell puzzles me, where he ever learnt how to do non-verbal magic also puzzles me. I mean, basic spells are simple, I can do them. Yet strange ones like the one he just used. He is a real genius when he wants to be.
The crackle of the fire is just the welcoming I need in the Gryffindor Common Room. There is no sight of Fred, he probably didn’t want to talk to anyone and went straight to his dormitory. I can see Lily and her silly little boyfriend sitting together on the couch and nearly pop with fury when I see him lean in for a kiss. I launch myself across the room but am too late, she has responded almost too keenly. I pounce into the middle of them and they break apart, partly taken aback.
“So, Lorcan” I say, faking a smile. I’ll never admit it to him, but he does a pretty decent job as Gryffindor Seeker. But since he is two years older than her, I really do need to keep my eye on him. He is only a year younger than me and most definitely like any other sixteen teenage boy. “How was your Christmas?” I ask as he awkwardly shuffles further away from me, frowning slightly.
“Oh please James, just piss off won’t you?” Lily snarls from behind me, whacking me over the back of the head,
“Now, now Lily. I’m just making sure Lorcan here knows what he’s dealing with if he ever happens to break your heart” I give Lorcan a threatening smile, and Lily whacks me again.
“What he’s dealing with? You can’t be serious” She snarls, I can see her hair getting even redder with fury.
“Oh, but Sirius is my middle name” I smirk at her as she nearly dissolves in fury.
“Oh please. Come on Lorcan, let’s go somewhere more private” She grabs Lorcan’s hand and tugs him off the couch and they leave the portrait hole together leaving me deserted in the common room.
I glance around the room for any sign of someone I might know, but all I can see is a small group of girls all giggling and glancing at me. I vaguely begin to wonder where Summer might be as the three girls approach me,
“Hey James, I’m Willow” The tallest one says, fluttering her eyelashes at me. She is pretty, but not nearly as gorgeous as Summer, the other two seem to have left her as I scan the room for them. Usually I would be ecstatic, having a right good snog before dinner is always nice. But the only person I can think of snogging is Summer. “I was just wondering what you were doing on the first Hogsmeade visit?” After a short pause she adds on, “It’s this weekend you know”
“Oh yeah I hadn’t really thought of it” I reply, thinking of Summer’s gorgeous face lighting up if I ever asked her to go to Hogsmeade with me. No James. You must ask this pretty brown haired girl and Fred won’t think you are crazy. “Well, I-” But thank Merlin someone had cut me off,
“Charming another girl now are you James?” Summer pops up from behind me and I give her a sly smile as Willow looks so taken aback, it is as if someone attacked her. I think of playing the game and smirk.
“Yeah and I was just about to ask her to Hogsmeade before you interrupted” Willow’s face was so extremely happy, it was as if she was an eleven year old opening a Christmas present. But the look on Summer’s face mirrored Dom’s when Logan insulted her hair. Before Summer can say anything Willow throws her arms around me and pulls me into a forced embrace,
“I knew it; I knew you liked me James!” She makes a very high pitched girly scream before kissing me on the cheek and rushing over to her friends and they all start screaming while running out the portrait hole. I look at Summer with a bewildered look on my face before she gives me a menacing glare before hoisting me down to her level by the scruff of my robes. No one in the room seems to have noticed.
“Nice try” Is all she says before kissing me on the lips again, but this time she doesn’t leave.
Usually whenever she kisses me on the lips, she leaves me instantly. It’s about time for dinner so I would have expected her to go down to the Great Hall but she remained millimetres from my nose. So I take advantage of this and bring her lips back down to mine. She doesn’t take this by surprise; I think she was almost expecting me to kiss her. I grab her arse before she smacks my hands back up her back and I smirk at her. I deepen the kiss and she responds with passion I had never experienced before.
I hear a loud yawn from the boy’s dormitories, and so does Summer, she jumps off me before I can stop her and down walks Fred. She presses her finger against her lips again and then brings up a casual conversation about Pygmy Puffs, where she learned to be so smooth and clever I would love to know.
“Mate” I hear the miserable voice of Fred who had walked down the stairs successfully, “What do you think about a night in Hogsmeade? Just me you and Logan, guys night” He glances awkwardly at Summer and says, “Dom and Summer can come too, if they want” He gives Summer a polite smile, who returns it.
“That is a brilliant idea Fred. Just what you- uh, I mean, we all need to get our minds off uh, you know, stuff” I clap him on the back,
“Excellent. Where are Logan and Summer anyway? We should leave now if we are going, takes about half an hour through the passageway” He wonders out of the portrait hole by himself and is probably trying to hunt down Dom and Logan. Who are probably wondering why we aren’t at dinner.
“What is Hogsmeade?” Summer asks after Fred has left. Not only did she ask but she came and sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, acting as though it was casual and we had been together for at least a year. I choose to ignore the fact that she is sitting on me and talk back casually.
“This village not too far from here. It’s banned for students to visit outside of Hogsmeade weekends, but we know all the passageways there and out so we visit regularly” I wrap my arms around her waist and she doesn’t seem to mind.
“What is there to do though?” She asks. She just doesn’t stop asking questions, does she?
“Plenty. We could visit the Three Broomsticks, go down to the Shrieking Shack-”
“Shrieking Shack?” She questions, loosening her grip on me a little, I smirk at her,
“No need to be scared. I’ll be there too” I flash her my charming smile before she hits me over the back of the head. I laugh as she rests her head on my chest.
“Is it a shack that shrieks?” She asks after a moment of silence. This does it, this cracks me as I struggle to breathe from how loud I had started laughing. “No, seriously James!” She snaps angrily lifting herself off me standing with her arms crossed. I still can’t breathe as I lie down on the hard Gryffindor couch trying to stop myself laughing.
“It’s just a rumour Summer” I manage to let out during my hilarious laughing fit, she is still standing crossly with her arms folded, “It used to shriek but it doesn’t anymore” I move over for her to sit down.
“Promise?” She asks, leaning her head on my shoulder again. I look down at her and kiss her on the forehead.
“I promise” I, James Sirius Potter have officially fallen in love with Summer Cohen, who doesn’t seem to think I have. I would never go to such great lengths as kiss a girl on the forehead that is what a boyfriend does. I am not going to be the boyfriend of someone. But I want to be the boyfriend of Summer. How is this possible? I don’t have girlfriends… I have lovely, regular shags with different girls.
“How long until we leave? I want to see this shack” She says in a curious tone. And to my dislike, she leaves our embrace and starts walking to the portrait hole. She pokes her head out and waves her hand like crazy for me to come, “There they are” she points to the three of them walking up the Grand Staircase, just as she is about to run down and meet them I grab her hand and hoist her back.
“Wait for me, I just need to get the Invisibility Cloak and the Map. I won’t be long just wait here” I shout after her and race up to the dorm to collect my stuff,
“What-” She says just as I slam the door shut behind me.
“You never said Honeydukes was here!” Summer’s voice echoes down the streets of a dark Hogsmeade night, racing towards the sweet shop.
“Wait up!” I hear the sound of Fred’s voice running to join her, Fred would have to be the reason why the owner of Honeydukes is so bloody rich. He buys about half the shop every time he enters.
Usually, Logan would be running to join them too but he looks a little side-tracked tonight, seriously it is like he has a completely different personality. Wherever I see him he looks suspicious. Dom is to my left.
“So Dom, how’s Ryan Connolly going?” I ask, Ryan Connolly is some Ravenclaw who is Dom’s most recent boyfriend. However, Dom never seems to keep a boyfriend for long. She has nearly dated half of Hogwarts, she claims she is searching for ‘the one.’ Even though I know she is just like me, a shagger.
I see Logan give a nervous glance at Dom, who doesn’t seem to notice as we walk the streets of Hogsmeade,
“You know what James, I don’t think it’s going to last” She replies,
“It isn’t?” Logan says exactly what was on my mind however I was going to say, ‘Big surprise’
“No, I really don’t. There’s much sweeter guys out there who care about me, you know?” She replies with a long stare at Logan,
“Like who?” I ask, becoming suspicious. She is usually a little sad to let one of her boyfriend’s go, no more shagging for her that way you see.
“Oh I don’t know. Sometimes they’re right under your nose” She replies.
“Who are you and what have you done with Dominique Weasley?” I blurt out letting out a nervous laugh. What the fuck does she mean under her nose? The only people under her nose are related to her.
By the time we catch up with Fred and Summer, they have already purchased all their sweets. Fred had seven plastic bags with the print ‘Honeydukes’ in his hand and Summer had none, coming out looking rather disappointed,
“Why didn’t you get anything? I thought you were excited?” Dom asks, as they join us on a spare bench.
“Turns out they don’t accept French money. I completely forgot” She replies in an upset tone, Dom lets out a small laugh and I can see Logan trying to hide his. Fred is too busy admiring his sweets to notice anything. A trip to Honeydukes makes Fred forget about most things.
“Here, I’ve got some money we can share” I jump at the opportunity to help Summer before Dom can even open her mouth. Dom gives me a look that is implying ‘crush’ but I ignore her as Summer jumps up and gives me a hug while squealing with joy,
“Really? Thank you so much! I never thought Honeydukes would be in Britain” She says, running off into the shop again and beckoning me to follow her. I get her every sweet known to man in the shop and nearly run out of money for a butterbeer when we enter the Three Broomsticks.
I volunteer to order the drinks and Fred and Logan decide to join me, since they aren’t sure what food they want to order yet.
“What’s with you and Summer?” Fred asks after he thanks Madame Rosmerta, an old lady who has owned the pub for a while,
“Nothing” I reply, picking up a glass for me, and one for Summer while Logan picks up one for himself and Dom,
“Do you like her?” Logan smirks,
“No” I reply, faster than I would have liked,
“Yes you do” They chime together,
“I do not love Summer Cohen” I snap at them,
“Woah” Fred lets out a small breath, “We never said love, we said like”
“Which means you do love her!” Logan says, nearly tipping half of his drink out as we make our way back across the table,
“No” I reply simply, they give me a look of disgust, “Come on guys. I’m James. I do not fall in love. Plus she is a little confusing if you hadn’t noticed” I snap, we fall silent and join Dom and Summer.
After about three hours Fred announces he is leaving without us or not. He had been wanting to leave for an hour for some reason, usually he wants to hit the clubs and get blind as a bat drunk and shag the nearest human he can call a ‘girl’ but this time, he didn’t. I decide not to point this out as he stands up,
“Aren’t we going clubbing?” Logan asks in a disappointed tone, I try to cover up my smirk,
“Just don’t feel like it tonight mate” He replies, not removing eye contact from the door,
“Well I do” Logan replies in an annoyed tone, spiking his hair up at the back of his head,
“Does it look like I’m stopping you?” Fred questions before leaving the Three Broomsticks by himself. We watch him hurry by himself down the streets of Hogsmeade, towards the secret passage we use to get here. They have nearly completely re-built Hogwarts so the Marauder’s map was useless until about a year ago when Fred, Logan and I decided to re-design it.
“Well I’m with Logan. I want to go clubbing. Fred’s a big boy he will get back to Hogwarts fine” Dom states, standing up. Logan claps his hands together, giving Dom a huge grin that isn’t like him to do.
“Are you two coming or following sensible little Freddie” Logan asks, faking a little kid’s voice,
“As much as I have a past of clubbing. I really want to see this Shrieking Shack place” Summer says, glancing out the window expecting to see a little shack pop up.
“You aren’t thinking of going by yourself?” I ask, she was frightened not too long ago. “And what do you mean a past of clubbing?” I ask suspiciously,
“Beauxbatons had a club just around the corner from the school. Used to go there nearly every night until-” But she stops talking suddenly, until what?
“Until what?” Dom says anxiously, as if reading my mind.
“I never said that” She replies. If I hadn’t heard her properly, I would have believed she didn’t say that she is that positive of a liar.
“Yeah you did” Logan says, furrowing his eyebrows together looking extremely confused,
“No she didn’t” I decide to step in and save her, this will mean she owes me. Which is always excellent. “She said ‘she used to go there every night with Kuban’. Who is Kuban?” I ask, pathetic lie, I know but it was the best I could think of on the spot. Kuban? Is Kuban even a name? It sounds like a fairy-tale country far, far away. Dom and Logan seem to believe me as Summer gives me an annoyed glance.
“Kuban is my cousin” She laughs at the misunderstanding, “Yeah we used to go there nearly every night” She pretends to smile and think of Kuban, she is such a good liar she could probably be a muggle actress.
“Oh, well let’s go clubbing then!” Logan shouts and nearly gets kicked out of the place before we leave, Logan and Dom take a right to the club but didn’t realise I wasn’t coming. Instead I chose to take Summer to the Shrieking Shack.
We walk in silence and when they disappeared, Summer’s hand instantly found mine. It is seriously like we have known eachother for years rather than days as I lead her down the path.
“I still don’t get you” I say as we settle down on a bench about 100m away from the Shack, she is staring intensely at it and I feel Goosebumps appear on her skin. “I mean, one minute you are bitchy-”
“You wonder why I’m bitchy when I’m always accused of being bitchy?” She snaps at me, there it is again.
“Look there it is again! The fucking monster coming out of Summer” I snap back at her, she gives me a look of disgust,
“What the fuck?” She yells, “We were getting along fine for once and you just have to go and fuck it all up!” She yells, her voice is about three times louder than a Howler. I’m frightened. I am actually frightened.
“Would you calm down Summer?” I yell over the top of her voice,
“I’m not Summer, I’m the monster inside her!” She snaps back at me,
“You- You’re just- What-” I stumble with words before she throws her lips onto mine again.
Snogging is the only thing we can agree on. The only way we can get along and the only conversation between us. Yet I can still manage to be in love with her fiery attitude and personality. I just don’t understand her! She slips her tongue in my mouth and I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer.
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“Have you seen Dom? She didn’t come back to the dormitory last night” I hear Summer ask a miserable Fred in the Great Hall at breakfast. He is piling scrambled eggs with broccoli on to his plate. Don’t ask me why, Fred is a little different in case you hadn’t noticed yet.
“Haven’t seen her sorry” He replies. This is not like Fred, he is very protective over Dominique, and so am I. Logan didn’t return last night either and I am beginning to worry. Why are they both missing? Did they get caught or something? Of course, it’s understandable for at least one of them to be missing, but both?
“You know what, Logan didn’t come back either” I join in on their conversation; Summer gives me a sour look. What the actual fuck. How much moodier can this girl get? It’s like the devil lives inside her at times and decides to control her or something. “What?” I snap at her,
She stands up, says something I can’t hear to Fred and moves gracefully through the great oak doors. Did I just say gracefully? Well isn’t this awkward. I don’t even know what gracefully means. Fred doesn’t seem to notice right now, since he has a very blank expression on his face and is staring at the salt shaker with intensity.
“Hey Fred” I say, waving his attention away from the salt shaker and back to me,
“Hey James, I was just thinking and realised that well, we are both single” Fred replies. I am surprised with the level of enthusiasm he showed.
“Well aren’t you observant” I smirk at him in reply, he shoots me a glare before continuing,
“I say we throw a party” He is getting excited just talking about it, the Gryffindor Common Room parties we throw are brilliant, everyone is surprised at how we can get alcohol into the castle and nearly half the students are squeezed in there. “Invite a bunch of girls, not Alice of course,” he shakes his head at the thought of his ex-girlfriend and I can’t help but be happy not only for him, but for myself. Not having to put up with her is a great relief.
“Excellent idea Fred!” I pat him on the back, why didn’t I think of that. Fucking hell James you are losing your mind. “This weekend, I’ll spread word around.”
I jump out of my seat the moment after I say this and stalk off to a bunch of girls who are just down the table from where Fred and I were.
“Hey girls” I flash them my charming smile before sliding in the seat next to the girl with brown hair before realising it was Willow and her group of friends. My memory is at top notch today, usually I wouldn’t remember a girl like Willow. They all greet me fluttering their eyelashes so fast I think it would be hard for them to actually see me.
“So, Fred, Logan and I are planning a party-” I begin to say before all the girls squeal with delight. That’s right. They squeal. “Anyway, it’s going to happen Saturday night, so it would be great if you helped spread word around”
“Oh this is going to be so great! We were hoping you guys would host one soon!” Willow says before grabbing my face and begins snogging me.
At the breakfast table it wouldn’t be a nice sight for some, but who am I to complain about a right snog before class? If I pretend that it’s Summer, it feels even better. Maybe if I pretend she is Summer, I might get through this Hogsmeade date she arranged. Maybe if I pretend she is Summer we could get married… Wait what? She breaks off and I wish she hadn’t, I was getting lovely views of Summer and I being together forever.
“Walk me to Charms?” She requests. Bloody hell I hope she doesn’t think I am willing to be in a relationship with her. I barely know the girl. All I know is she is a year below me and the Dom of her year, which doesn’t exactly bother me.
“I would, but I have Herbology. Professor Longbottom would murder me if I were late to a lesson on Gillyweed” She gives me a sympathetic smile before departing the Great Hall. I can’t deny that she’s attractive, because she is. But she just can’t compare to Summer.
On my way to Herbology I mention the party to as many people I can, including Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. I see Albus departing from the Herbology Greenhouse, waving good-bye to Neville with his best mate Scorpius Malfoy. Even though he is a Malfoy, he isn’t a bad guy. He spends the holidays with us sometimes, and my cousin Rose Weasley is insanely in love with him. I decide to be a top brother. A split second choice by myself.
“Hey, Al” I shout before he leaves my sight.
What with all the people around I could lose him with the blink of an eye. He glances around, wondering who said his name before I see Scorpius point at me and Albus rolls his eyes, but stops for me to catch up with him. I make sure Neville isn’t around to overhear what I have to say to Albus since he is Head of Gryffindor House.
“Fred, Logan and I are throwing a party Saturday night, you in?” I ask. I know, not the politest way to ask, he doesn’t look surprised.
“I know” He says,
“How-” I ask before getting cut off,
“Word got around the school” Scorpius answers for Albus,
“Well then?” I ask looking at them impatiently,
“What?” Albus replies with an equally impatient look on his face,
“Do you want to come?”
“Why would I want to come?” Albus suddenly snaps and starts walking up towards the castle, I grab him by the shoulder.
“Look, I’m trying to be nice to you. You can’t just blow me off like that” I glare at him, I feel Scorpius’s eyes on me,
“Why the fucking hell not James” He has anger flaring in his eyes and sounds immensely like our father.
“What have I done to you, to make you this fucking pissed off at me?” I ask, raising my voice a little,
“What have you done?”
“Yeah. Last time I remember doing anything to make you upset was four years ago. Four Albus” I snap at him. I vaguely even remember kissing his muggle girlfriend on the cheek.
“So you are denying it then?” He asks, taking a step closer to me. We are nearly the same height; I am just a little bit taller than he is. I panic. Deny what? I scan my head; I haven’t done anything else, have I?
“This morning. Breakfast. Who were you snogging the brains out of?” Albus says, fury rippling through his voice, some students have stopped to watch the only two Potter brothers brawling. Scorpius is standing nearby, not sure of what to do. He seems to have slipped into the crowd, among the shadows.
“What, Willow?” I reply and then my stomach drops.
All holidays Albus was raving over some girl that he liked and was going to ask out. All holidays he was preparing himself, practising with Lily, I remember it almost too clearly. That girl’s name? Willow. What the fuck is wrong with me. I am a horrible brother. I hope he punches me.
“I- I didn’t, uh, I” I stammer. Smooth. Real smooth James. There was a pause,
“Have fun in Hogsmeade with her too. Yeah, I finally worked up the courage to ask her out, and guess what? My own brother beats me to it” Before I can stop him he has his wand out, pointing it at my neck. I do nothing as he pushes me against the wall, holding the scruff of my robes in his hands.
“Al, I didn’t realise-”
“I bet you don’t even know her surname?” He asks, actually it was more of a demand. Now I understand why he is a Slytherin. I don’t reply and he starts laughing. Maniac laughter. We are blocking the suspension bridge entrance and I can see people poking their heads over the crowd to see what is happening.
“I forgot” I yell out, as loud as I can and I don’t know why.
“Oh you forgot?” He is smiling again, which scares me a little bit, he pretends to put his wand away as the crowd laughs. Why am I letting him make a fool of me? Because I’m guilty.
“Yes, I forgot and I’m sorr-”
“Sorry is going to make everything better, isn’t it Scorp?” Scorpius gives me a sympathetic look before shaking his head at Albus; at least he is a loyal friend.
“Diffindo!” Albus slashes his wand unexpectedly, a deep cut appeared on the side of my right cheek, he doesn’t let go of me.
“What the bloody fuck Albus!” I shout at him before throwing him off me. How dare he attack me over a bloody girl he likes? I would have done nothing if it wasn’t fatal injury. Diffindo causes deep cuts, and I mean deep.
“Oh, James, careful there you might get expelled. You know I’m prefect right? Anything you do I can report to McGonagall” He smirks, that smirk is mine. It was like looking in a mirror.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m your brother Albus. Does that not mean anything to you?” My voice has definitely raised, along with my temper.
“What’s wrong with you?” He mocks me, yet means it. We both have our wands drawed and pointing at eachother. I can feel the cut stinging. “Popular, bad-boy, Quidditch Captain James a little bit angry is he?”
Maybe Lily is right. We are jealous of eachother. I want to be the favourite of dad. I want to be the favourite of the Professor’s. I want to be noticed by the older generation, who seem to have no interest in me. Albus wants to be popular with the girls. Albus wants to be the bad-boy. I’m not a bad-boy anyway so I don’t know where he gets that from. He could do just as well as me with girls if he actually tried. He actually cares about the girls he dates. The only girls I care about are my relatives! And Summer…
I decide I am a horrible brother. I lower my wand and put it away. I glance at him, 3 meters away from me and begin to walk off, down towards the Greenhouses. Be the bigger person. That’s what I keep telling myself but I feel like a prick. I hear a distant yell but am too late to turn around.
I was thrown off my feet and plummeted several metres into the sky before landing hard on the ground again. This cracks me. I aim my wand at the rock and flick it. I learnt to do non-verbal spells in my fifth year and discovered my talent. The giant rock hits Albus straight in the shoulder. He tried to blast it apart but my magic is too powerful. I’m not being arrogant, but with some spells I am truly a master. It knocks him to the ground, he aims another at me but I duck and it narrowly misses my head.
“Stop! Stop it Albus!” I block three more of his spells. This was getting out of hand; I should never have attacked back.
“Attack back!” He screams, “Attack back, you coward!” He fires another three spells in a row at me and I deflect them all.
I flick my wand and he is thrown off his feet and into the crowd. I continue making my way down to the Greenhouses and he does it again. A huge, deep cut has been slashed through my robes and starts from the back of my neck, down to my lower back. I collapse. You would too if your back was split open. I hear him laugh in triumph. I never knew he liked her so much. I didn’t even mean it… I hear footsteps running down to where I was right before I black out.
I’m wake with a start and instantly regret it. Looks like Madame Pomfrey couldn’t find a potion to fix my back that felt like it was split open. I vaguely wonder what time it is, it looks to be early morning by the sounds of the birds outside. I sit up and try to stand before Poppy, (that’s what I call her since she loves me and I’m nearly always in here) rushes over to me.
“James! James Potter you lie back down this instant!” I sigh and decide to do what she says, even though she is most definitely over-exaggerating.
“You need to rest and let that cut regrow” She explains and after a long pause she blurts out, “The Headmistress has reported a meeting with you, your brother and your parents this afternoon. I was told to keep you here until she comes to collect you”
“Thanks Poppy, once again” I flash my charming smile and she blushes. Lovely little old woman she is.
“Mr Zabini and Miss Weasley were in here not too long ago either, they had to leave for class” She explains,
“Did they say where they- uh, did they mention anything?” I ask, I probably shouldn’t let slip that they both hadn’t returned to their dorms last night.
“Actually yes” She gives me a worried glance, “They said not to worry, they weren’t far away” She leaves the room hurriedly after that and there was silence.
What the bloody fuck am I going to do all day lying in this stupid bed? I hope someone will come and visit me. Surely not everyone I know would be in class right now? I regret it though. I regret saying that when the doors reveal Willow. Willow something.
“Oh my goodness James! I am so sorry I caused a fight between you and your brother!” Like hell she cares, it has probably raised her status easily.
“It’s fine, you know I really think that Albus-”
“Of course I don’t pick Albus over you, I’m glad you asked” She smiles before grasping hold of my hand. Why is she doing this to herself?
“No, I never asked that. I said I think you should choose-”
“I mean” She continues, not bothering to listen what I had to say. “You are obviously the nicer brother. He attacked you! I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was rather sweet how he asked me though you should have seen what he did”
She rambles on about how Albus bought her one hundred roses and placed them from her dormitory to the Great Hall where he actually got down on one knee and asked her if he could take her to Hogsmeade. I never thought Albus had it in him.
“But the way you approached me, you know” She smirks, “Confidently and all, as if you already knew what my answer was. I just couldn’t forget that” She smiles before pecking me on the lips.
“But I didn’t send you any roses? I didn’t go to that much trouble like Albus-”
“I thought it was a bit creepy” She continues, it looks like I’m some invisible person to her because she didn’t notice I had even said anything. “How he knew where my bed was. At first I thought it might have been you…” I decide to tune out. This girl is insane. She deserves Albus, not me. Not that I even want her.
I imagine Summer sitting next to me, holding my hand instead and feel much happier. It is just something about her… ever since I saw her I knew she was a challenge. I am going to get her if it is the last thing I do. And I’m worried that it might actually be the last thing I do. For those of you who haven’t noticed, she has a little piece of bloody Voldemort living inside her sometimes.
“And then, when I said ‘no’ to him, he stormed out of the Great Hall, I never expected him to find you though” She says and for some miserable reason I think she has stopped talking for once in her life. “Oh I’m so sorry! I should have stopped him James! I never thought he would do this to you!”
I would rather confront McGonagall than be in here listening to Willow (don’t know her surname) talk for hours and hours. I begin to think she will never leave. Ever. But when Rose Weasley and Lily Potter enter, she flees. She actually flees. It is probably Rose, she is a lot like Dom. Sometimes worse. They don’t get along the best, her and Dom and it is sometimes funny watching them bicker at Christmas.
“Lily!” I exclaim, “Rose! Please do not ever leave” I mutter as they take a seat each side of me, I grab each of their hands,
“Bloody hell James what’s wrong with you? When have you ever want Lily and I not to go?” Rose laughs and sounds immensely like Uncle Ron.
“Willow was in here and she is Siriusly driving me insane” I reply, the sound of her name makes me flood with guilt, but did you see what I did there? Siriusly…
“It’s not like you don’t deserve it” Lily mutters at me, she can be very cold and sour when she wants to be. Like now. I take in every word she says, because it is almost always right.
“I’m not saying I don’t deserve it” Lily shoots me a glare, “Fine. I’ve been a piss of a brother lately but I seriously didn’t realise that she was the girl Albus was fawning over” I snap at her,
“How many ‘Willow’s’ do you think there are in Hogwarts?” Rose smirks at me,
“Fuck up Rose. I had totally forgot and she’s lying, I never asked her to Hogsmeade! I would be more than happy for Albus to take her!” I exclaim. Why is everyone acting as if this is my fault?
“I suppose it wasn’t an excuse to slice your back in half” Lily agrees, “I’ve already talked to him and he knows he should never have done it”
“Didn’t sound like it to me when he laughed” I mumble to myself, they both hear me and have nothing to say. “I mean, I didn’t even attack back and he still felt the need to do this to me”
“That’s why he did it” Rose says impatiently, “Because he wanted to be better than you at something! I’m not saying he isn’t. But well let’s face it you are a brilliant Chaser and you are more popular. He wants to show you up, prove he is just as good as you”
I don’t reply.
“What about with the family? Who do they all love the best? Albus. Grandma, Grandpa, Bill, Percy, Audrey, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, Angelina. Even my own parents” I snap at them, “No one seems to notice that I even exist”
They don’t reply to this because they know it’s true. Albus has always been the favourite of the Potter brothers.
“You two are unbelievable” Rose states and throws my hand away, “I mean you are basically a copy of eachother and you don’t get along!” She storms out of the Hospital Wing. What the bloody fuck Rose Weasley, Lily gets up to leave to,
“Lily! Are you insane? You can’t leave me she might come back!” I shout as she runs out after Rose. She shrugs and closes the door behind her. Well thanks a lot relatives. I have what? Ten relatives at this school and two of them have come to visit me? They are just lovely human beings.
McGonagall eventually comes to collect me and when we arrive back in her office there a four chairs, three of them occupied with my younger brother, my mother and my father. I take a seat and can’t help but feel guilty as Albus starts to explain what happened.
“I can’t believe you James!” My father says with a disappointed tone to me. I was expecting this. He always seems to find a way to blame me if something happened. Even if it wasn’t my fault.
“Why not? I mean, it is the type of thing he would do” Albus says with a smug look on his face. If I were the one who sliced my brothers back open, I would feel a little bad, but he doesn’t seem to mind. That is the difference between us.
“Yeah, it is” I decide to say. Because it is true. It would be the type of thing I would do. But this time I really didn’t mean to. “Let’s just avoid the most important part of the situation why don’t we?” After a moments silence I decide to continue. “I mean, it’s not like Albus sliced his brothers back in half because his brother kissed a girl he liked” I snap at them sarcastically.
“Kissed? You probably shagged her for all I know!” Albus says, at the word ‘shag’ my mother turns very pale. McGonagall gives me a shocked expression and even my father avoids eye contact.
“Why not? It is the type of thing I would do” I mock my brother’s words,
“Fine then! While you’re at it you may as well shag the remaining girls in the castle you haven’t yet! That’s only about two or three of them, right James?” His voice remains casual, as if he is discussing his favourite colour or something.
The room turns very awkward. And I find that everyone is avoiding eye contact with me. My parents wouldn’t want to know who the fuck I have shagged, bloody hell Albus.
“Shall we continue then?” McGonagall breaks the awkward silence that erupted in the small office, “Since James didn’t actually use his wand to hurt Albus, he may leave. The punishment however will only be discussed with Albus and his parents alone so I must ask you to leave James” She tries to smile at me but the corners of her mouth just twitch.
“Didn’t do anything to hurt me?” Albus spits at me, his temper rising by the second.
“Look, Albus” I grunt at him, “I’m sorry” I don’t think the word ‘sorry’ has ever left my mouth. Ever. Because I shouldn’t be sorry for anything, everything happens for a reason.
“Yeah right, you’re probably laughing with victory on the inside” He yells back at me, causing several of the portraits to leave, probably to go to a more quiet side.
“Oh yeah” I reply sarcastically, “It’s not my fault she chose me over you!” I know I shouldn’t have said it but it’s not like he doesn’t regret slicing my back open.
This pushes him to the limit as he jumps out of his seat to try and reach me. Before he can my father grabs him by the shoulder and coaxes him to take a seat again,
“I hope you’re happy James” He says to me with that same disappointed tone. Honestly, what in Merlin’s beard have I done to make him disappointed? “Just leave”
I laugh at him, “I know, that’s all you’ve ever wanted me to do, right? Leave” I snap at my father, the last I see of my father is the look of shock written across his face as I slam the door shut.
Thank you for the chapter image of the crazy Willow by lefebvres tda!
“Well, on the bright side” Logan says as we weave our way through tones of students with Fred towards the Gryffindor Common Room, “At least Albus didn’t mentioned the amazing party we have planned”
“Great” I mutter as a reply,
“Why are you pissed off at us? We weren’t the ones who cursed you mate” Fred says, this is basically the first thing he has actually said to me since his break up with Alice and it doesn’t only surprise me. I see the look of shock mirrored on Logan’s face.
“Coming from Mr Sunshine himself” I grunt back.
I know I’m being a complete git, and I don’t even know why but it is making me feel the tiniest bit better. Summer keeps ignoring me for some reason or another, not even the sneaky kiss for me either. It’s been a horrible week.
I haven’t seen Albus since that night in McGonagall’s office and my whole family seems to be steering away from me. Even Louis and Hugo, who have always looked up to me and wanted to be exactly like me, have stopped talking to me. Dom and Fred are about the only ones who understand. My own sister can’t even seem to look at me.
“Right, well I’m going to the Owlery” I state after many minutes of silence.
“Don’t blame us if Flitwick cracks it at you then” I hear the distance voice of Logan, he’s right. If I don’t get this Charms essay done by next lesson he’ll be sure to tell McGonagall, which isn’t exactly what I need.
I pass a bunch of Slytherin’s but can’t seem to spot my brother in there; I do however see Scorpius Malfoy with Albus’s other friend Xander Nott. He has some friends with some fucking strange names I can tell you that. I stop in the corridor and make my way over to them instead,
“Mind if I have a word?” I ask Scorpius, ignoring the fierce glares from the rest of the group, he looks surprised but excuses himself from the group and steps into the corridor with me leaving his disgruntled friend Xander behind,
“How is he?” I ask, not quite sure if I can even say his name for some reason, I know I pissed him off big time but Scorpius has always been friendly enough to me,
“He’s as good as he can be, you know?” Scorpius gives me a confused look as I nod charismatically trying to keep the conversation up,
“What happened to him? I mean, what did McGonagall do to him?” I couldn’t help myself, I absolutely needed to know. It has been all that was on my mind for the past week.
“Not much really, just banned him from the library for most probably been expelled.
“But I suppose for him, that’s the worst punishment he could get” I laugh, Scorpius snorts at this since he knows it’s true.
“He’s had a horrible week. I mean, you would know” He quickly corrects himself, “but how would you feel if he was snogging Summer?” I nearly trip over when he says Summer’s name.
“How do you know Summer?” I ask suspiciously, and how does he know how I feel about her?
“She’s my cousin, has she never told you?” Scorpius looks surprised, “I thought you guys were close. The way she was talking about you to me anyway” My heart skips a beat. She has told her cousin about me? Bloody fuck.
“Well what did she say?” I ask a little too eagerly, snap out of it. I am here to see how Albus is. But somehow, that just doesn’t seem to matter when I hear her name, voice or anything about her really.
“She knows you like her” He raises an eyebrow at me,
“I don’t like her” I retort back, way too fast.
“And when Summer knows something, she prefers for the guy to work. I mean, I think she does like you, but you can never tell with her. That temper of hers changes with the push of a button” He laughs,
“Yeah trust me, I already know that, but I don’t like her” I say again, if he tells her I like her than I am going to have to pound him into tomorrow. I don’t. I love her. But no one has to know that,
“If that’s what you think” He shrugs, “But I know better”
“I’m not here to talk about Summer” I dismiss the subject and he smirks at me,
“Why are you talking to me then?” He asks, “I mean, why don’t you just talk to Albus about this?” He sighs at me,
“Because you and I both know he would lose his mind if I waltzed up to him and started a conversation like I did with you”
“You really don’t know your brother” He replies. I can feel the expression of my face feel stunned. I really don’t know my brother. I just can’t get over the fact that he doesn’t care about me.
“What do you suggest I do then?” I ask impatiently, he takes a deep breath,
“It’s best to just say whatever is on your mind. Al likes to get straight to the point, so don’t ask any stupid questions like you asked me” He says,
“Alright, what do I say?” I must sound hopeless, because right now I feel like the greatest coward to have ever walked the Hogwarts halls.
“Mate,” Scorpius says clapping me on the back, “That one’s up to you. I really should find Lily now. She’d kill me if I were late” He gives me a sympathetic smile,
“Lily?” I ask in confusion, I honest to Merlin thought he had a thing with Rose.
I should never have been nice to him if he was going to shag my sister. That’s an exaggeration, I know. But I can nearly feel my knuckles whitening and Scorpius’ face being a magnet.
“Did I say Lily?” He lets out a nervous laugh, “I meant Rose. Yeah, Rose I’d better go find her” He pauses for a minute as if expecting me to say something, but then leaves in a hurry.
Well wasn’t that fucking strange?
“Wait a moment!” I shout as loud as I can, at least three separate groups of girls turn around and smile at me, probably hoping I was talking to them, “Scorpius!” I shout again and can see him stop; he’s right near the group of friends he was with.
“What? Mate seriously I think you should just talk to Al” He gives me an annoyed look before continuing to walk down the corridor away from me, I follow after him.
“No, this doesn’t have to do with that. Just – Just make sure you turn up at the party ok? With Albus? It would be a huge help, I can just talk to him there”
The party is being thrown tonight, so hopefully it’s a good turnout. Who am I kidding; it always is, let’s just hope it doesn’t get out of hand. Who am I kidding again; it always gets out of hand. I chuckle at the thoughts in my head; I am just so irresistibly funny and charming I don’t understand how Summer can resist me.
“I’ll be there” He smirks at me, “But don’t expect Al to be”
“Can you at least try and persuade him to go?” I ask, more like beg,
“Mate that is honestly a huge favour you’re asking of me” He sighs, rubbing a hand against his head,
“Yeah well, I might go a little easier on you guys in the first match of the season, ok?” I grin at him,
“No need. We’ll kick your arse anyway” He smirks and walks hurriedly away down the hall, he really must be terrified of Rose.
“You wish Malfoy” I yell, I hear him laugh before he is engulfed within the crowd.
One thing I know about Scorpius Malfoy, is that he will try his hardest to get what he wants. Not necessarily in an arrogant way, but he will. He would probably die before losing a Quidditch match easily. I’m a little surprised he wasn’t placed in Gryffindor, I mean, for a Slytherin and the son of a Malfoy he is rather easy to get along with. But I don’t see him as a brave type; he would probably save himself three times before someone he deeply loved.
By the time I get to the Owlery it feels like I’ve run a marathon. Honestly, it’s like they don’t want any fat students walking the corridors. If thy tried to get to the Astronomy Tower on a daily basis I think they would die. Not even joking. I’m a fit Quidditch player. How do you think some fat kid would do this? I snatch the black family owl Lily, Albus and I use called ‘Padfoot’ and attach the letter I wrote to my parents. By the way, I named it Padfoot, I remember all the stories my father used to tell me and Albus when we were smaller and just love my middle name.
Mum and Dad,
I’m sorry you had to come in to the school like that because of me. I know it isn’t the first time and it probably won’t be the last so be on the lookout. I honestly didn’t realise what I did would hurt Albus so much and he can have the girl! She is a lunatic! Anyway, I know I shouldn’t have walked out on you guys like that, and I hope you don’t think any less of me. I would never have tried in any way to provoke Al and the last thing I want you to think is that I’m a man whore. Which I’m not. Ask Lily.
My mother will be shocked that I even know the word ‘whore’ she tends to think that sometimes I am still eleven years old. So I really am lucky Lily is here, she can’t get over how fast Lily is growing up. And I fucking agree. I personally think she is far too young for a boyfriend.
“Daydreaming there sunshine?” The beautiful voice of Summer echoes throughout the Owlery. I nearly jump out the window of shame when I hear her approaching me.
“A little” I reply, remember James. Don’t say anything stupid. She has already fucking told Scorpius about you and she thinks you like her. Which I don’t by the way remember? I love her. But she doesn’t like me. Which is a real punch in the gut.
“Thought you would be helping Fred and Logan. You should see them running around the castle frantically worrying if the drinks have arrived yet” She laughs at the memory,
“I know, they’ll kill me” I snort, picturing the look on Fred’s face when I finally show up to help them, “Let me guess; they got Dom involved and she’s already broken at least three glasses?”
“Only two so far”
She gives me a sly smile before edging a little closer to me, this is the first time we have had a normal conversation in about a week and she acts as if I’ve spoken to her about an hour ago. Why? Is she trying to make my head explode? Is she purposely driving me insane? She seems to always find me when she wants to. And then she kisses me and leaves. I’m not going to let that happen this time.
“So I was talking to Scorpius before” I say, and see a panicky look flicker across her perfect face before it quickly disguises itself, fuck she is good. “Anything you want to tell me?” I smirk at her,
She shoves me playfully into the wall before a smile stretches across her face,
“Well I didn’t see why you needed to know he is my cousin. You know, there are some things I don’t tell you, but there are other things that haven’t crossed paths” She is leaning on me and that is all I can notice, but did I hear wrong? Did she just say she hasn’t told me something? My head is buzzing.
“You know I never asked because I was a gentleman” I state, trying to keep my sanity level at a high, “But what happened at that club outside Beauxbatons?” She slightly pushes off me, but surprisingly her temper didn’t hit the roof which sort of scares me more.
“That’s what I’m not telling you”
She smirks at me before leaning in closer as if she were about to kiss me, but stops. Our noses are millimetres apart. If I turned my head the slightest I would probably knock her out. But I don’t move any closer. If she thinks I like her, she is going to have to work too, not just me.
“Why were you running away from Zane Carrow?” Suddenly remembering how I first met her on the train, “And why aren’t you telling me?”
“Not important” She whispers before smashing her lips onto mine.
Don’t judge me. It’s just too fucking hard not to kiss her lips back. They are so soft. Softer than those white birds that you let fly at weddings, you know? I don’t actually know if they are soft but they look soft. I can hear her breathing against my neck and it drives me insane.
I manage to let these words escape my lips before she grabs the end of my robes and pulls me in closer to her. I know I have no will power. You wouldn’t either if a beautiful girl named Summer was throwing herself at you.
I push her against the cold rock wall of the Owlery a little more fierce than I meant and I feel a smile stretch across her face. This time I’m in control. Not like in the Quidditch change rooms. I push my hands inside her robes and lift her so her face is level with mine and she moans. I lick her along her jawline before a menacing shriek nearly pops my eardrums out.
“JAMESY! HOW COULD YOU?”
It’s funny because I didn’t drop Summer. I didn’t even tear my eyes from her. Summer winked at me and whispered,
“You’re welcome, sunshine”
This was too much. Willow whatshername has tears pouring from her face and I currently don’t give on single shit. All I want is Summer, but she has already attached her robe back on and left the Owlery.
I see her pass Willow and it happens in a heartbeat. Willow smashes her into the door. Summer didn’t fall, she didn’t even look at Willow before breaking into a fit of laughter. I try my hardest not to start laughing like Summer did, but the distant echoes of her giggling was too much.
“HOW DARE YOU!”
Willow screams at me, she is approaching me so fast I thought she wasn’t going to stop. I thought she might continue running and break down the wall but she grabs hold of my shoulders in a very forced embrace and says,
“Nobody will know.” She lets out a shaky laugh, “We will be Hogwarts cutest couple and be voted the two most popular for graduation.”
“We will attend this party together and act like we are together in public.” By now I had backed away a few steps. Her eyes a widening and it looks like she has taken some kind of crazy potion.
“We will make everyone love us and only us”
It was more of a threat. And it actually sort of scares me. I know I’m in Gryffindor and everything. But this girl is a lunatic. An absolute crack pot.
“Why would I do that?” After a long pause, “Honestly why didn’t you just choose Albus?” I snap at her. Who does this girl think she is?
“Why would you do it?” She laughs at me, “You will do it because if you don’t, I will tell my father you took advantage of me.” I nearly laugh. Her father? Who cares about her father?
“By the way, my father is Minister for Magic. He will give you the worst reputation, you won’t get a job anywhere” She is talking to me in a polite, girly way, which is even scarier. It’s like her tears absorbed into her skin. What the fuck.
Honest to Merlin I have to stay with this girl for the rest of my life. If she tells her father, it will make the front page of every newspaper and magazine; I would put my whole family to shame. What the bloody fuck is wrong with this girl.
“But why would you force me to do it, when there is another Potter who likes you? Who actually likes you?” I ask,
“Because Albus Potter is quiet. He is smart, yes. But he doesn’t have the same features as you. Those popular, confident smirks of yours” She loses herself in a trance. She is actually dreaming about me. “Let’s face it you are more attractive”
I say in a hopeless groan. But by then she had taken my hand and I let her, what the bloody fuck am I supposed to do? Get her father to expel me from Hogwarts?
“Who were you writing to?” She asks with a fake smile stretched across her face. She is so fake it almost hurts my eyes.
“What, so now you act like we are a couple?” I ask, honestly it’s as if she can’t hear me when she grabs my hand and we start walking back down to the castle together.
“So here’s the plan” She smiles, “We are going to coincidentally walk past Georgie Rawlings daughter,”
I think she is expecting me to nod or something, but I have fucking no idea who Georgie Rawlings is. She sighs,
“My god James, she is the Editor of Witch Weekly” She rolls her eyes at me, “Right so Annabelle, that’s Rawlings daughter will get a photo of us kissing and send it to her mother” She smirks at her own triumph,
“So then it will be published?” I ask, “I’m pretty sure no one reads that stupid magazine Willow” Why am I even talking to her?
I vaguely remember Summer whispering ‘you’re welcome’ to me. Because she basically set a trap. How is it that it is always fucking Summer.
“That’s cute” She gives me a sympathetic smile before pecking me on the lips, as casual as she can. “Just imagine the response. Willow Nott and James Potter. We will be the biggest news for at least a whole month”
Soon enough she has begun raving on about how we are to spend our holidays together. By the time we get to the castle she has invited herself over to mine for the holidays, organised our exact wedding plans and named our four children. I hope this is one large practical joke Fred and Logan are playing on me.
But it wasn’t.
She was serious about walking past Annabelle Rawlings and coincidentally enough, she happened to be sitting next to Albus Potter.
“You can’t expect me to kiss you in front of my brother” I confront her, but she still doesn’t seem to care as she grabs hold of my hand even tighter and throws it around her waist.
“Relax, we will be a few tables away. You know, acting like we don’t even notice her. She is probably trying to interview Albus over his fight with you, she does a lot of secret work for her mother” But I don’t seem to be listening.
She pretends to greet her Slytherin friends a few people down from where Annabelle is. I can see her staring at my hand around Willow’s waist. Oh and by the way, now I know her last name. It’s Nott. Knowing her, it will soon enough be Potter though.
She already has her camera out. What is wrong with people. People in general, you know? Willow notices this though and orders me to kiss her. That’s right, she orders me. There was no need, really. She threw herself on me anyway. First it was one quick peck on the lips. I thought that was it.
But no. She plunged her tongue into my mouth as far as she could, it took me by so much surprise. James. Think of Summer. How she was kissing you. Just pretend you are there. I kiss back. After about a solid minute she breaks off and secretly orders me to kiss her on the cheek. I do. I don’t want my whole family to be fired from their jobs.
My heart aches when I see the look on my younger brother’s face. This must be paradise for Annabelle. I’ve ruined my chances at ever apologizing to Albus. I see him stand, the look of his face says it all.
I push Willow off me. He has just stood and excused himself from Annabelle,
“Hey, Al!” I shout over the crowd’s voices, he pretends he doesn’t hear me. But I know he did. I leap over the table of people to catch up with him and touch him on the shoulder,
“Don’t touch me” He mutters, and shoves my hand off him to keep walking away,
“Wait, please? Can I talk to you?”
“Why? To say that you are actually keeping her as your girlfriend for once? To rub it in my face? What more do you want?” At least he isn’t shouting. That’s all I can say.
“No, I’m serious this is important” Surely he will know, I mean, I’m not much of a serious guy.
“Don’t you dare tell him James! Just remember!” I hear Willow’s annoyingly high voice shout over the crowd, she has tears pouring from her eyes, what the bloody fuck? Is this an act for the cameras?
“Tell me what?” Albus asks, and actually seems interested to know. She will ruin my family if I tell him. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“I knew this would cause so much drama, but I didn’t think you would actually inform your brother that we had sex!”
“That’s not true!” I yell, and I don’t know why I’m yelling because my brother is right next to me.
“Oh come on James, there’s no need to do this to Albus, remember; I chose you” She gives me a sweet smile before burying her head into my chest.
I never thought I would ever know what torn feels like. You know when people say they are ‘torn’ on which path to choose? Well now I actually understand that.
All I’m left with is opening and closing my mouth three times.
“You thought he hadn’t told me already?” Albus mutters before exiting the room. There were frantic flashes of Annabelle’s camera throughout the scene too.
“Well, well, well isn’t this a bit of a tragic love story?” Annabelle smiles.
It’s not a love story.
It could be could tragic though.
I’m sitting in my favourite armchair by the Gryffindor Common Room fire, oh but you guessed it. Not by myself.
There is a raging party full of teenagers going on and I am being grinded against by an incredibly drunk Willow. I haven’t had a single drink. Not one single drink. All I can see is Albus. His face when I kissed Willow. In front of everyone. While being photographed. What is wrong with me?
The portrait hole swings open and I see Scorpius with that git of a person Xander Nott. Hang on. Nott… don’t fucking tell me Xander is Willow’s brother. Sounds about right. Perfect. Fucking brilliant. I am just a cauldron full of leprechaun gold.
I roll over to the side to see if Willow would notice if I left but am dragged back by her. Her stupid sheepish grin. So instead I lift her by the hips and place her feet on the floor, I grab her hand and drag her over to Scorpius and Xander. She looks pleased with me,
“Scorpius” I shout over the music and drunken voices, he looks up and dismisses himself from Xander. He glares at Willow. And then he glares at me. That doesn’t exactly surprise me. “I know you don’t need to lecture me, I’m a horrible person” I snap at him,
“Well yeah, you are” He states and claps me on the back, “Couldn’t have said it better myself, really” He grins at me but then glares again and Willow throws her arms around my neck,
“Let’s go and dance like the other couples James!” She tries to pull me away but I don’t budge, I bring her back into my arms,
“Why don’t you get me a drink first? I just need to curse Scorpius for being friends with Albus” I give her a reluctant peck on the lips and she saunters off.
“Shut it. Please, you don’t understand” I dismiss the topic, assuming he knows I wouldn’t curse him,
“You’re right. I don’t understand” He interrupts me,
“Forget it, did he come?”
“Haven’t seen him since this morning. Sorry James” He doesn’t say anything else. He just leaves. Well, he doesn’t leave the party, but he leaves me.
I decide to find Fred. I think he would be having a bit of trouble adjusting to the single life. He has always had a girlfriend. And it has nearly always been Alice Longbottom. Which was fucking annoying. I find him in less than a second. But he doesn’t look like Fred.
He has a girl on his lap, grinding on him and two on either side of him, who he is snogging and well, basically shagging with clothes on. Good on him. Three? I don’t think even Logan or I have done three at once. I will have to remind him in the morning, since he probably won’t remember.
The only good feeling I have right now is the absence of Willow. I can actually breathe freely. What should I do with my time? I need to escape. Get out of the Common Room. It’s past curfew, but I know all the secret hiding passages. It’s fortunate that there are so many that Filch doesn’t know about, yet he thinks he knows them all. Silly man.
Then again, tonight every single classroom, and broom closet will be full. Of two people. Who will most definitely be shagging.
I slip through the portrait hole and decide to go down to the Black Lake. It has always been my favourite spot to go, or the Quidditch Pitch. But because I’m an idiot and don’t think, I don’t have my broomstick. I should be allowed to enjoy a good party. One that I organized. But no. It’s always me. Always. Me.
I hear a faint giggle that makes my heart plummet down to my toes. Fucking hell people shouldn’t be out in the bloody corridors giggling and wait a minute. Snogging? That is definitely a snog I can hear. Maybe even a moan. Yes, I definitely heard a moan.
I change paths. I bet you anything it’s some stupid couple that are in love. Well they are going to get a piece of my bloody mind.
My voice echoes off the walls. My jaw drops to the floor, and I don’t think it will ever come back up. Because you know who are snogging. Albus. Albus Potter, my little brother, is snogging my Summer. My Summer. But how?
Yeah. I definitely know how Albus feels now. Is Scorpius Malfoy a fucking seer or something? Right now, I don’t care what I ever did to Albus, because right now I feel like smashing him to a pulp. Any bloke who touches my Summer.
Summer pulls away, and so does Albus. None of them whatsoever look in the slightest manner guilty. Which is a bit of a stab in the chest to tell you the truth.
Before I can even stop myself I have Albus pushed up against the wall by the scruff of his shirt, and I’m not even being soft. I have him pinned. I might even be able to push an Albus-shaped hole in the wall if I continue holding him like this for a while.
“What is the matter with you?” I snap at him. I can hear the anger in my own voice.
“The matter with me? You have got to be fucking kidding me” He laughs, “Of all people…”
“I am the one who sees you? Well the fucking corridor isn’t exactly deserted”
“Get off me. You are such a hypocrite!” Albus bellows,
“If you would just let me explain about Willow-”
“You’ll what?” He interrupts me, “You’ll tell me how many times you shagged her? Probably in my own fucking bed too, right?” He yells,
“That’s not true! I- I can’t tell you” My voice lowered a little when I said that,
I let Albus down. Surprised with myself, I turn to glare at Summer, who is sitting on the ground leaning against a wall,
“Albus? You snog Albus?” I confront her,
“You aren’t the only one playing the game you know” She replies with a smirk. I never knew this girl could be such a fucking bitch. Yet it makes me want her even more.
“You can do better. Maybe Logan? Or Fred? Not this git though” I make sure Albus can hear me. I don’t care what he thinks anymore.
I hold out my hand for her to take it. There was a long pause, where Albus had sat down next to her and I was being rejected.
“Please, just take my hand Cohen” I grin at her, I can see that she is incredibly drunk. I think that’s why she is sitting down. She might have collapsed when Al and I were fighting. Her eyes are drowsy and she doesn’t really have self-control. “I’ll take you to bed”
“So you’re going to cheat on Willow already?” Albus fires at me. I was a little taken aback.
“No I was offering to take Summer back to her dormitory because in case you hadn’t noticed, she is incredibly drunk. I don’t think she would make it up one flight of stairs before blacking out!” I snap at him.
“Whatever. Summer is coming with me” Albus stands and so does Summer,
And at the same time me and Albus take one of her hands. She looks torn.
“Albus. She is going to be confused. Just let me take her” I groan at him,
“No. She chooses me, don’t you Sum?” He asks. Sum? What is that another name for addition? Why doesn’t he just call her plus?
“I’m going to sleep here” She says before plopping herself on the ground. Actually, I think that was her last breath before passing out.
“Why do you care if I snog her anyway?” Albus confronts me, “You don’t like her do you?”
“Of course I don’t!” Why do I say these things? “She’s my friend!” I snap at him,
“You’re joking. I haven’t seen her with you once” He sneers at me.
I ignore him and scoop her up into her arms,
“I’m taking her to her dormitory” I state grudgingly, how dare my own brother snog my Summer.
“You’re just jealous that one girl actually likes me and not you” He yells, why must he yell all the time.
“Piss off Albus. You have no right to take advantage of this girl” I snap at him, she completely loses control when she is drunk.
“I have no right? What have you been doing to girls since what? Your third year!” He snaps at me,
I don’t reply to him. How can I when he’s right?
“Leave it Albus. She would laugh if she woke up in bed next to you” I know that’s a little mean, but I’m raging with anger right now and don’t think I can control myself.
“Well fuck you then James. Because I actually care about Summer. I know her surname. I know she’s a transfer student from Beauxbatons. I know she’s Scorpius’ cousin. I know she likes someone who doesn’t care or give a fuck about her. How? Because we fucking talked before we snogged. Something that makes you and me different” He shouts,
Why would Summer tell him all of that, and not me? Am I not trustworthy? I always thought I was. But now that I think about it, no one really tells me anything but Fred and Logan. Sometimes Dom.
I push her into his arms and he catches her by surprise.
“Take her then. I should probably find Willow anyway” I let out a frustrated breath and one quick glance at Albus. And then I stare at Summer for a while.
Maybe she would be good with Albus.
And with some sort of strong will power I suddenly have. I turn and continue my path down to the Black Lake. Albus didn’t stop me. And I didn’t look back. No one can ever know. I have never been blackmailed before. And I can honestly tell you that it isn’t exactly nice.
The next morning was chaos. There were at least fifty detentions set due to students found shagging in a public area. McGonagall was outraged.
“Was this you Potter?” She stomps up to me that morning. That’s right. Me. Not Fred or Logan. Not Dom or Summer. Me.
“Of course not, Professor. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t there, but I can honestly say that I didn’t organize, nor set up any party in the Common Room” I give her a sweet smile. I wasn’t exactly lying.
“I’m having a meeting with Professor Longbottom tonight. He knows every detail. So if I find out it was you and you were lying to me. You are expelled” I don’t even worry. I doubt Neville would tell McGonagall it was me. Which in truth, it wasn’t.
“I’m not worried. Are you?” I grin at her and she rolls her eyes and her lips go thinner than I have ever seen them before. Scary.
I’m with Dom down in the Great Hall at breakfast. No one else has come down yet, half the castle isn’t down here this morning. I’ve scanned the Slytherin table five times in three minutes and I don’t see Albus there yet.
“So Al didn’t show last night?” Dom asks while taking a mouthful of scrambled eggs. Pleasant Dommy.
“No” I say through gritted teeth,
“Where were you? I saw,” She pauses for a moment, “Willow there but you weren’t with her. A bit odd if you ask me” She smirks, “What you see in her I will never know”
“She’s pretty” I say. Why must I be such a stubborn prick at times. Willow isn’t even around. Maybe if I tell Dom, she won’t think I’m insane.
“She’s pretty?” Dom repeats,
“Well, yeah I suppose she is” I confirm,
“Drop the act James. Are you seriously with her because you are pissed at Al for cursing you?” She questions me,
“Fuck this isn’t you. This isn’t James. When was the last time you had a steady girlfriend? I don’t actually think you ever have” She raises her voice a little, “And her of all people”
“What did your cousin just say about me then, Jamesy?” My heart drops to the floor. Why? Why must Willow fucking Nott be here?
I don’t say anything as she sits down next to me and glares at Dom, who glares back. To tell you the truth I would be pretty fucking scared of Dominique Weasley if she were looking at me like that.
“Are you going to say something to her?” She has a threatening look on her face, as if to say she will owl her father in the next hour if I don’t defend her.
“Dom, I would appreciate it if-” I begin to say but then see Logan and Fred sit down opposite us,
“Fuck James, what is wrong with you? Don’t bother joining us guys, we’ll leave Jamesy with his precious” Dom dramatically stands up and I see both Logan and Fred give me an apologetic look and follow her down to the other end of the Gryffindor Table.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Willow smirks at me,
She wraps her arms around my neck and sits on top of me, giving me a very sheepish grin. Imagine it is Summer. Just picture her face, and then you can kiss her without feeling guilty. I throw my mouth onto hers and wrap my arms around her waist. Maybe, if I’m really clingy she won’t want me anymore.
But this seems to do the opposite.
Instead she puts my hands up her shirt which would be the most pleasant site for all the little first years. I break the kiss when I see the girl I wanted to walk in. With my brother. Who was clutching a magazine for some reason?
I’m just about to jump up and walk over to them when Willow pulls me back down.
“If you go over there and talk to that girl our plan will be ruined!” She hisses at me, but to the table it looks like she is whispering something pleasant in my ear.
And then I see the girl next to me, about third year holding the same magazine. And to my horror, it is Witch Weekly with a picture of me on the front cover.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I borrow that?” I ignore Willow’s angry hisses and the girl looks like she is about to faint.
“O-Of course James, here. You can have it!” She beams at me and leaves the magazine to run out of the Great Hall, giggling uncontrollably. Unbelievable.
I quickly grab it before Willow can and scan the title,
James Potter – Finally Settled Down?
I flip to the next page and see the picture Annabelle took of me and Willow in a deep, and it looks as though to be a loving snog. There are many other smaller pictures in the background of all the other girls I seemed to have kissed in public. About twenty other photos actually. Mum would pass out if she saw this article.
It is rumoured among the Hogwarts Castle that the Casanova, James Sirius Potter has finally chosen the girl he would like to settle down with. After choosing Willow Nott, who is none other than the Minister for Magic’s only daughter it seems as though he knows how to pick them. This star couple had its rocky way of finding eachother.
A reliable source, known to be one of James and Willow’s very friend’s states, ‘Albus Potter, James’ younger brother had been in love with this girl for nearly a year before James had pounced on to her. They even had a duel over to who would get the dazzling, Willow Nott. The duel was deadly and resulted in James being escorted to the Hospital Wing. But after Willow heard that Albus had done this to her man she always knew who to pick. Like most girls would seem to pick, James Potter’
The handsome James Potter, son of Wizarding World Saviour, Harry Potter is what most would call ‘The Golden Boy’ having passed every owl he went for, being captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and even for being a little ‘mischievous’ when it comes to Professor’s is every girl’s dream. Lucky Willow. I hope their relationship works out perfectly.
So this is what Albus was holding. Why Summer seemed to be comforting him. The magazine is making him out to be ‘the bad guy’
“Beautiful article, isn’t it” Willow says in a dreamy voice beside me,
“Well it missed out the part where you forced me into this”
“That part won’t ever be found out, will it? Because if you break my heart, everyone will be on ‘gorgeous me’ side. They will feel sorry for me being played by you. And daddy won’t be happy. No, certainly not” She smiles,
“May I please go and speak to Albus?” I plead, I honestly feel stupid and controlled for asking, but what would happen if I didn’t?
“Of course you can. It will just make the story even better!” She smiles, “Talk to that disgusting Summer at your own risk though” She snorts at me.
So I bravely decide to approach the Slytherin Table. I can see him very clearly, re-reading the article for probably the seven hundredth time. Summer is next to him, looking over his shoulder and Scorpius is opposite them.
Why I keep trying to talk to Albus I don’t know. I must be insane like Willow. But just as I am about to tap him on the shoulder someone pulls me back and I fall into the seat beside my younger cousin Louis.
“Don’t be so fucking stupid” He snarls at me, “What were you going to rub it in his face about the article?” I can’t believe he wold even think that.
“How do you know about that article?” I snarl back at him,
“I don’t exactly live in a hole James” he replies sarcastically,
“Well no, I wasn’t going to rub it in you git. I was going to-”
“What? Apologize? What good would that do it’s not like you wrote the article. I’d say it’s better to leave him for a while mate. I mean after what happened with, uh, the girl” No one in my family can even say her name.
I bet they are all wondering why I’m even with her.
“Did you get that essay finished?” I ask Logan. The three of us are sitting in the Common Room way past curfew really and are just staring at the fire,
“What essay? Potions, Transfiguration, Charms or History of Magic?” He smirks at me,
“Charms” I grin, “But now you mention the other three I should probably get those done too” Fred laughs,
Fred has been a little more himself since he slept with those three girls. I really think it helped him figure out that even if he is alone, any girl would want to shag him. I laugh at the thought.
“Can I just get one thing straight?” He asks, propping himself up against the bottom of the lounge, “Why? And I repeat, why Willow? I mean, of all girls mate” He is mainly talking to himself. The dreaded question.
“Like I told Dom” There was a long pause, “I just want to give this dating thing a try and she makes me happy” I lie,
“Yeah, but with her. No offence mate but she is a bloody bore. I was listening to her talk to you about types of flowers last week. I mean, flowers” He states dramatically, Logan snorts.
“Is it to piss Albus off? Because mate, that would be pretty low, especially for you” Logan says,
“No, I find her interesting. End of story” I reply, and truthfully, she is interesting. But not my type of interesting. Maybe you know, Azkaban interesting.
“I hear Albus has a bit of a thing with Summer anyway” And as soon as Logan says Summer’s name I feel wide awake. I was dreadfully tired three seconds ago. Why?
“Really? They don’t make a very good match” I can’t help myself. It honestly slipped out.
“I thought they were a pretty good match. Saw them walking up the corridor together before and they were really interested in eachother” He says,
“Well she’s older. That’s got to be awkward”
I find anything I can to prove to the two of them that my Summer and Albus are not a good couple. But they keep disagreeing and for the past hour I have made no success.
“Are you jealous or something James?” Fred finally sneers at me,
“Of course not. I’m just giving you my opinion” I recover smoothly,
“Right, I sort of thought you liked Summer before the whole, uh, Willow thing happened” Fred smirks,
“Well you thought wrong” I snap back at them,
“What is the fucking matter with you? I swear to bloody Merlin you are not even James anymore!” Logan suddenly bellows at me, pretty loudly. It wakes several portraits.
I run a hand through my hair frustratingly.
“I know. Look, there’s something going on, right?” I state, maybe if I warn them, Willow will never know I actually told them. Not if I tell them the full story. I mean, she definitely put a jinx or something on me which warns her if I have blabbed. “Willow… she, well she said something to me that made me consider the relationship”
“What the fucking hell are you speaking? Elf?” Fred laughs at me.
“No- No Willow, she persuaded you could say, she persuaded me to stay with her because of” But then I stop. How could I possibly re-word the next part,
“She persuaded you to date her? What are you on? James doesn’t get persuaded” Logan asks,
“Exactly!” I bellow, “I’m not persuaded, so that means that she…” I wait for them to finish the sentence but they don’t.
“You are just as insane as she is” Fred comes to the conclusion of this after about three minutes of them guessing.
“I can’t explain it” I laugh at the expressions of intensity,
They burst out laughing,
“No shit” Logan says in between breaths.