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Paparazzi by JewellyJJ
Chapter 1 : We Are The Crowd
 
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Chappy images and banner made by me!We are the crowd
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you


“James, have you seen Elle’s Gucci watch anywhere?” asked Dom Weasley, traipsing in to the boys dormitory, blonde hair flowing behind her, and giving her cousin a questioning look.  



“No, I haven’t. But I’ll tell you what I have seen of Elle’s” Replies James, a smug smile on his face, framed with black locks of hair.




“No you won’t if it’s what I’m thinking of. You sicken me sometimes James Potter. How does she put up with you?”




“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dominique. And I only sicken you because you’ve never seen anything below a male’s waist before.” He earns a hit for this. “And how does Elle put up with me? Well, I guess it’s because she love me. Everyone else does.”




He earns another hit for this. At that precise minute a tall black boy with dark hair tousled with ginger and a beautiful pale girl with thick brown hair and deep chocolate eyes enter the room.




“Alright you two? Not fighting again were we?” Asked Fred, their cousin and James best friend, slightly sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him.  Ellice Bardoe threw herself at James and pulled him into a clinch. He heard Fred and Dom gagging behind them and let his lips curve into a smile, his mouth still on the brunettes. They come apart, turning to see Dom pretending to be sick in a nearby bin and Fred shaking his head slightly at her. James gives him the look and Fred mouths to him:




“Are you gonna ask her?”




James nods back and gives Fred a wink. He grabs Dom’s arm and begins to drag her out of the room. He can practically hear Fred’s head thumping from Dom’s constant protests at this.




“Come on cuz, we’ve got to go and meet the rest of our lot. You weren’t even meant to be up there anyway. And please stop bitching and whining. Do you wanna go back up there? They’re getting it on you idiot and I don’t think you want to see that.”




“EWW! NO!”




“That’s what I thought.”




Elle (as he’s called her since the day they started going out in first year) gives a tinkling laugh and then turns to face him. Her smile is one most girls would die for. And it takes his breath away. He simply can’t believe she’s his. He takes her hand in his and begins to walk towards the dormitory door.




“Let’s go for a walk.” He says softly.




They walk through the deserted common room. Everyone will probably be at lunch or packing before they go home tomorrow. It’s his final day of sixth year and next year, they’ll both be entering their seventh and last year at Hogwarts. He’s a little nervous, but he doesn’t show it. He’s learnt not to. He can’t really, not with the paparazzi trailing around him like a herd of lost children. He hates it. He doesn’t blame his father in the slightest. Harry Potter never asked for any of this to happen to him or his children. James guess’ it’s just luck of the draw. They finally reach the sun kissed grounds and they sit underneath an old oak, their names carved into a love heart, done back in second year when they didn’t even know what love was. He realises that they’ve grown a lot since then. She leans back and lets her head rest against the oaks main body and turns again to face him.




“What did you want James?”




“I’ve been thinking, about us. Next year is my seventh and final year. And I want to do something amazing in that time.”




She looks warily at him. He knows what she’s thinking. She thinks he’s breaking up with her. He loves her for it. Because he isn’t. Far from it.




“I know I’ve done some shit things in the past. And I know I’ve hurt you before, but I’ve decided to make one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. It took me a while but I think I’ve worked it all out.”




“And?”




“And I was wondering if you would do me the honour of becoming my wife?”




Her jaw drops open and she mouths silently for a few seconds. Her lips then break into a smile. He reaches out, his fingers running along the crooked bow. She then manages to string the letters into words.




“Yes. Of course I will. When were you planning on having it?”




“Well, I was hoping sometime not this summer, but the next. I know it’s a long time, but I’m busy fuck with the exams as it is and we should really be focusing on doing well in them and getting the best jobs we can to pay for the wedding rather then picking out the nicest things possible and realising we can’t afford it. I know my parents have money, but I don’t want to put the pressure on them. Besides, Al and Lily would go apeshit anyway.”




She laughs again and kisses him firmly on the lips. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a flash goes off. He can only just see the light, the imposter crouching on the other side of the lake probably. They push off each other like they’re both radioactive. He grabs her hand and pulls her up off of the floor. How the paparazzo got in he doesn’t know, although he’s seen plenty of them in the school before. Unless of course it’s a student, trying to earn a few bucks by selling pictures off to Witch Weekly or something. They run into the main castle entrance, and then collapse with fits of laughter. Neither of them know quite why, but James looks deep into her eyes, and can see why someone would want to take a picture of a beautiful girl like her. He’s so in love with her, he can feel it pumping through his veins like a drug. They pick themselves up again and walk hand in hand to towards the hall. Just before they do, he pulls a diamante ring from his pocket and slips it onto her finger and then kisses her hand. They convey their love with simple actions as opposed to words. He then presses his lips to her head and she murmurs;




“I love you.”




He pushes open the door to the Great Hall and lets her enter first, trailing slightly behind, watching the way her hair catches the light and they way she never lets go of his hand, even when they sit down beside Fred and Roxie. He realises, that in some ways, he’s her very own paparazzi. 


Well guys, I thought I would do this as a little tester to see if anyone wants me to continue it. Let me know via the reviews section below I think :) All the lyrics at the top are copyrighted to Lady Gaga and her record company. And for the Disclaimer: J.K Owns all of this... except the characters I make up along the way.




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