Time stopped, the earth came to a standstill, and the moon stopped moving.
It felt as though my entire planet was reeling, shocked into stillness and here I was…kissing Al Potter.
Me. Kissing. Al Potter.
It was electrifying and mesmerizing, this feeling. Almost…ethereal. Like I’d fallen into a dream of some sort, where everything is hazy and dazed and iridescent and perfection and just a million other ways to say absolutely and completely, incredibly… breathless.
All I could live in was the moment, the feel of his lips moving against mine, and his hand against my waist and in my hair and against my face and along the length of my arm, then down my leg, then over my waist and back in my hair...
It was almost aggressive, the way we kissed. Desperate. Needy. But at the same time, sweet and tender. My arm, seemingly of its own accord, moved out from under my head and wound around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as my other hand splayed out along the base of his neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him, and then I was nearly on top of him, kissing as if I’d never be able to do it again…
And that’s when I decided that kissing Al Potter was probably the best feeling in the entire world. Just, what he does with his lips, and, Merlin, what he does with his tongue, and…Merlin...
…and that’s when I realized that I’d gone utterly insane and needed to get myself to a mental hospital soon.
Or, you know, after I finish kissing Al. That works, too.
For a moment, it was blissful mindlessness, and then I realized that his rough, warm hand was against the skin of my back, his thumb brushing back and forth over the side of my ribs in a mesmerizing way...and reality dosed me with what felt like a bucketful of cold water, trickling down my back like lightning.
I moved away faster than I thought I was capable of.
“What’s wrong?” he asked right away, sitting up like I did. I couldn’t help but stare – his hair was tousled and glinting, his eyes a shade of dark green and electrifying fire, and his lips pink and swollen. I closed my eyes and swallowed forcefully – I did that to Al Potter…Fucking hell.
“I can’t do this,” I said wildly. My voice was high, adrenaline pumping through my body. Merlin, this boy makes my dopamine levels go all wonky.
“Why not?” he asked, his expression neutral. His hand inched towards mine to pull me against him again, but I moved it away from him.
“Because this is completely wrong, I –”
In a flash he was in front of me, his mouth hovering dangerously over mine and the pad of his thumb brushing and back and forth against my jaw. His fingers were in my hair and if I wasn’t careful, I’d do something I’ll regret later on.
“You’re afraid,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my lips again and again. I shivered.
“I’m not afraid,” I shot back, my voice shaky. I could help but watch with fascination the way his mouth moved to form words…puckering outwards to make the ‘Y’, brushing against his teeth to form the ‘F’, then finally trailing away in a hypnotizing way at the end of the sentence.
“I just don’t like you,” I finished.
“Bullshit,” he said again. “You like me a lot more than you want to believe. You’re attracted to me.”
“Bullshit,” I echoed stubbornly. “I am most certainly not.”
His mouth curled into an amused smirk, and then the next second, he was kissing me ferociously and I was kissing him hungrily back, completely abandoning all pretenses because, honestly, who cared?
Hold on – I do! Oi! Brain! Come on, now! Must you be so bloody incompetent at a time like this?!
I pushed him away, but he barely moved.
“Stop doing that,” I gasped.
“Face it,” he pressed his lips briefly against mine in a searing kiss that was too short, “you,” kiss, “want,” kiss, “me.” This time he kissed me long and hard and I was panting for breath by the time he finished.
“No, I don’t,” I huffed out in between deep breaths. I shook my head desperately, my nose brushing slightly against his in the process. I just wanted to grab the back of his hair and pull his face to mine, and –
Nope. No I don’t. Not at all.
My brain needs to shut up and stop being confused.
“Then why do you keep kissing me?” He kissed me again to prove his point.
“You keep kissing me,” I pointed out breathlessly.
“You don’t seem to be complaining.”
He has a point, there…
No, no, no, no, no! This is not the time to start agreeing with him.
Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now.
Okay. I got this. Move, Adele. Move. Move.
MOVE, YOU STUPID BODY. MOVE YOUR BLOODY SELF AWAY.
He kissed me again.
Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now: Aborted.
Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now: Aborted: Reinstated.
Bloody fucking hell. Merde. Merde, shit, damn it. Fuck, now I’m cursing in fucking French, what the hell is wrong with me?
I tumbled off of the bed, landing on my feet in a dizzy sort of way. It was nothing short of a miracle that I’d managed to detangle myself from him in the first place, but the way he’s looking at me right now, with those eyes and that hair and that expression –
“Don’t you dare run away from me,” he said in a low voice.
Giving him a sarcastic smile and wave, I apparated to my house.
Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now: Aborted: Reinstated: Successful!
I appeared with a muffled crack in the middle of my room and was just about to bury myself in my bed, when –
I whipped around, my heart still thumping ferociously. “Mum!” I said in a surprised, guilty voice. She was sitting on my sofa, reading one of my favorite books.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. My eyes darted around briefly.
“Um…hiding?” I said weakly.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “From who?”
Shit. I took in her worried expression.
“We were playing hide and seek,” I blurted, wincing slightly at my very pathetic lie.
She looked at her watch in confusion. “At midnight?”
Er… “Yes!” I nodded vigorously. “We have tons of fun playing hide and seek…at all hours, you know…” I laughed weakly. Merlin, just let me go back to Al’s room.
“Well, you’re cheating!” she looked scandalized.
“Aw man, I feel horrible. Guess I’ll just go back. Cheaters never prosper! Bye mum!” Without waiting for her response, I turned on the spot and apparated back into Al’s room, gasping slightly at the sensation of cold water that doused through me as I went through their protective wards. The wards were still getting used to me as a Potter and liked to attack me sometimes. Not fun.
Al was sitting on his bed, the same way I left him about five minutes ago. “You came back?” he asked in disbelief.
“My mum was in my room,” I said grumpily, stomping over and sitting on his bed. He immediately moved towards me, but I put my hand on his chest to push him away.
“I’m not shagging you, Al,” I said firmly.
He looked surprised. “When did I ever say we were going to shag tonight?”
“You say it all the time!”
“Merlin, I was joking,” he rolled his eyes. “Is that why you ran away?”
“Partly,” I admitted. “I don’t like being treated as though I’m nothing more than a good shag.”
He grinned. “Don’t kid yourself love, you’d be a horrible shag.”
I opened my mouth to tell him off (way to contradict yourself, you little shit), but he hauled me towards him and kissed me. I decided to let him do it for a couple of minutes, but then pushed him away slightly. He let out a frustrated noise.
“What?” he asked me petulantly.
“This isn’t anything serious, is it?” I confirmed.
He rolled his eyes. “We’re married, you idiot. But if it makes you feel better, then no, I still don’t like you.”
“I don’t like you either.”
“Great. Can we go back to snogging now?”
Eh, might as well.
By the time I woke up the next morning, Al’s lips were already on me.
I let out a little groan to indicate I was awake and stretched obnoxiously, feeling slightly miffed when, instead of moving away like I hoped he would, he merely kissed further down my neck. I shivered despite myself.
“GetoffameAl,” I mumbled, putting my hand on the top of his head and pushing against the silky strands. He stopped kissing me, but moved his face so that it rested against the side of mine. I sighed slightly. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this at all.
Right, you’re going to forget I said that. I’m delirious. Still sleep-ridden. My brain isn’t functioning properly.
Then again, when is it ever?
I hummed quietly. “Morning.”
“Good morning, love,” he said jovially.
“What’re you so happy about?”
“Snogging you is actually more enjoyable than I thought,” he responded, sounding disgustingly cheerful. I grunted.
“That’s nice. Don’t get used to it.”
“I shouldn’t?” his voice was sly and I knew that if were to open my eyes and look over at him, he’d be smirking.
“Nope.” I sound like a naïve little idiot.
“Why not?” he still sounded like a bloody Slytherin who was about to get something he or she wanted.
“Because we don’t like each other,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy snogging each other,” he responded. Before I could open my mouth to retort, he ran his lips under my jaw and I melted a little.
“We shouldn’t,” I breathed, unconsciously tipping my head back so he could get better access.
“Why?” he asked against the skin at my collarbone.
“Because it’s wrong,” I said weakly, letting out a loud gasp right afterwards.
Bloody hell! He fucking bit me!
“Al, what the – fuck…”
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up and be rational. Today I’m just going to enjoy the hell out of this situation.
“Is that a hickey?!”
“What, where?” I spun wildly around, my hand immediately flying to my neck. Lily and James were staring at me with wide eyes as I felt frantically around my skin as though I would somehow be able to feel the hickey with my fingers.
“On your neck!” Lily said, still looking shocked beyond anything. She walked up to me and pried my hands away from my neck. “Merlin, you’ve got three.”
“Three?” I asked incredulously. My face flattened into a vicious glare. “Where is that little bugger? I’ll bloody kill him,” I muttered under my breath, pushing past James and Lily (still staring at me as though I’d proclaimed my desire to overtake the universe with a purple sock) and marching towards the stairs.
“You and Al are fu – ouch, Lily, fine, I won’t use ‘crude-bloody-language’ - fornicating? (Happy, you annoying little brat?)” James asked from behind me.
“Since when? (Yes, very, you irritating brat.)” Lily followed up.
“Oi, I’m not a brat! I’m manly!”
I stomped up the stairs and to Al’s door, letting myself in loudly and closing the door with an ominous click. “You. Left. Three. Hickeys. On. Me.” I said through gritted teeth in a low voice, glaring at Al, who was lounging on his bed and watching an old Quidditch game.
“Did I?” he asked lazily, a smirk faintly touching his mouth. “Whoops.”
Calm swept through me in a moment of clarity, and a large smirk unfurled across my own face in response. “It’s okay,” I said sweetly. “I don’t mind.”
At this, Al actually looked away from his game to give me a wary look. “Er…you don’t?”
“No,” I gave him a dangerously lovely smile, “I kind of like knowing you’re the one who gave them to me.”
He was now sitting straight up, watching with fear as I sauntered towards him on the bed. “Uhm,” he squeaked, then cleared his throat, “what’re you doing?”
“I like Quidditch too, you know,” I said, settling myself against the pillows next to him. I very nearly cackled aloud at the way he gulped when I sat a little too close to him.
But I shall refrain.
“…right,” he said slowly, settling back tensely against his own pillows. I looked at him from the corner of my eye; he was watching the game, but his expression was a very poorly hidden ‘what the fuck is happening?!’
Heh. Heh. MWAH HAH HAH HAAH!
I quickly glanced at him again to make sure he wasn’t staring at me in utmost alarm. He wasn’t – thank Merlin, sometimes I forget to filter things from my brain to my mouth. Creates some rather awkward situations.
“Which match is this?” I asked, scooting a little closer to him and pressing my leg up against his. He swallowed and moved his leg a couple of centimeters away. I almost smirked again.
“Mag – Magpies versus Puddlemere,” he croaked.
“It’s good that you’re getting to know your team a little. “ I nodded seriously and put my hand gently on his knee. His eyes flashed down to it, and he swallowed convulsively again.
“Yeah,” he squeaked as I brushed my hand slowly upwards.
“I mean, you will be working with them for a very long time…” I was tracing his abs through his shirt now.
“Mmm-hmm.” His voice sounded strangled.
“And you’ll have to work together to win your games…” My finger was feather light as it moved up his chest. He seemed to have a little difficulty in breathing. This time I couldn’t entirely hold back a little smirk.
“Know each other just as well as you knew your Hogwarts Team…” I wasn’t quite sure what I was saying now, but he seemed out of it anyway.
“Hmm…” his voice was a breathy hum, a low rumble of pleasure at the back of his throat as I slowly kissed up his neck. It took all of my effort not to smirk like a bloody fool.
Heheh I just seduced Albus Potter. I’m such a boss.
I also left four hickeys on him.
That’s right, bitch.
Don’t mess with me.
“Adele…” Scorpius whined into the fireplace later that day as I sat talking to him. I threw a balled-up piece of newspaper at his face.
“Stop whining,” I snapped.
“But I need your help!”
I heaved an exasperated sigh, sending my gaze to the ceiling. “Obviously, when else do you ever bother talking to me?”
“I talk to you!” he argued, “All the time! You’re my sister, and I love you, so therefore I make it a point to converse with you –”
“Alright, what do you need my help with?” I cut across, smiling at him – he was just so Scorpius, and it was impossible not to love him for it.
(So…yeah, I’m in an insanely good mood. I guess it’s because I just got snogged against a wall by Al, but… it’s not like he’s the one making me happy! I need Albus Potter like an elephant needs a gerbil.
But the gerbil’s really cute…then what is that poor elephant supposed to do?!)
“She doesn’t want to date me!”
“Who doesn’t want to date you?” I asked, my eyebrows pulling together in alarm – I mean…dude, my brother’s really attractive; you’d have to be an idiot to not want to date him.
“Rose,” he said, looking hurt.
…or you’d have to be Rose Weasley.
“Are – are you – why?” I finally spluttered out. Rose has liked Scorpius since they were eleven, for Merlin’s sake!
“Hell if I know why!” Scorpius said, hanging his head down. I wondered briefly how much his knees must have been killing him.
“Why don’t you come over?” I suggested. “We can talk properly and I could even go and get Al and Lily –”
He tumbled out of the fireplace before I could finish my sentence. Well, someone’s a little eager.
“Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!” he pulled me into a hug, and I laughed as I hugged him back. Merlin, I’m really in a good mood. He pulled away and looked down at me. “What’s on your neck?”
I glared. Good mood officially ruined. “Nothing,” I snapped. “Let’s go to Al’s room.”
“Are those – Adele, are those hickeys?!”
“Those are hickeys! Why do you have hickeys on your neck?!” Scorpius looked fit to kill someone at this point. I ignored him as best as I could and continued stomping to Al’s room. Bloody Potter and his bloody obsession with giving me love bites – I swear one of these days I’ll just have a big hickey instead of a neck!
The door to Al’s room swung open before I could even touch the doorknob and he stood at the doorway, his eyebrows raised at Scorpius, who seemed to be threatening the general vicinity with possible death/castration because his precious baby sister had a couple of hickeys on her neck.
“Hey Scorp,” he said, cutting off a tirade on the sharpness of Scorpius’ knife.
“ – bloody cut off – oh, hey man,” they slapped hands and I rolled my eyes, “did you know that Adele has hickeys on her neck? Let’s go hunt down the tosser who gave them to her and kill him!” Scorpius said eagerly.
Oh, dear Merlin.
Al smirked. “Afraid I can’t help you with that, mate.”
Scorpius rolled his eyes. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t kill you, alright? Merlin, I can’t believe you’re already afraid of Adele…”
I wish Al was afraid of me.
Al’s smirk was threatening to overtake his face. “No, that’s not why. I just don’t fancy dying anytime soon.”
There was a short, awkward silence during which I stared resolutely at the ceiling to avoid meeting anyone’s eye, and Scorpius struggled to figure out what was going on. I waited for him to lunge at Al and start throttling him any second –
“Sweet! Get it, mate!” My eyes dropped down and I watched incredulously as the two of them man-hugged excitedly.
OI, WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING FIERCELY OVERPROTECTIVE?!
I jabbed Scorpius impatiently on the arm and gave him my ‘WTF’ look. He shrugged, winked, and grinned at me. “Bros before hoes, little sis.”
this was a whole chapter of flufffff <3
don't get used to this ;)
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