Chapter 7 : Family and Fluffiness
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"What you got girl, is hard to find,
I think about it all the time...
I just can't get you off my mind."
-Your love is my drug, Ke$ha
I glance at the clock, my eyes feeling heavy with sleep. It’s too early to be up. I don’t even have work today. So why on earth am I awake?
Groaning, I let my hand flop onto my bedside table and grab my wand. “Lumos Maximus,” I mutter, covering my eyes as light fills the room.
I roll out of bed lazily and make my way to the kitchen, summoning ingredients, even though I really don’t want to be cooking at five in the morning.
After a while of cooking I settle down at the table, eating whatever mess I just made drowsily.
I jerk upright as I hear a knock on the door. Making my way to the door and opening it, I ask with a yawn, “What do you want?”
James rolls his eyes at me. “Do you ever wear a shirt in the mornings?”
I muster as much of glare as I can manage and ask, “Why do you care? … And what the hell are you doing at my flat at six in the morning?”
James enters quickly, shutting the door behind him, and then quickly gasps, “If my family members don’t leave me alone I’m going to murder somebody.”
I roll my eyes at his overdramatic tone, and, shaking his head he says, “My Mum was watching me sleep. I opened my eyes and she was sitting in my flat staring at me. What. The. Fuck!”
I sigh slightly. “James, please, they’re just worried about you.”
“I know!” he cries. “I am too!” (Here I blink and mutter, “You’re worried about yourself?”) but he ignores me and continues, “They won’t leave me alone Scorpius! I can’t have a single moment without them watching.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So you came to hide in my flat?”
James looks at me helplessly. “You don’t understand! I need some peace and silence!”
“Yeah, well, you’re not getting silence yelling like that,” I moan, and he shuts up really fast. Letting out a sigh I tell him, “Fine. Sit down. I’ll go find a shirt.” Then, a smirk crossing my face, I add, “And I’ll find somebody to cook us breakfast. The egg slop stuff I just had wasn’t that good.”
James rolls his eyes as he sits down. “I see you still eat as much as a starving troll.”
I feel my brow furrow. “Maybe just a troll. Not a starving troll.”
James just shakes his head as I wander into my bedroom, finding a shirt and slipping into it, then I turn to the fireplace and floo Amelia.
I peer through the fireplace and spot her. As I expected, she is already dressed and has her feet tucked under her, a book in her hands, leaning on the side of the couch. I smile slightly and call, “Amelia!”
She jumps and turns to the fireplace and when she sees it’s only me sends me an exasperated glare.
“Scorpius, will you please stop doing that?” She asks, breathing out a sigh through gritted teeth.
I offer her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Lia.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I really thought you had stopped calling that,” she mutters to herself but then asks, “What can I do for you, Scorpius?”
I make my best pouty face and say, “I still can’t cook anything.”
She rolls her eyes. “You really should pay attention.”
“I know,” I admit, grinning at her.
Shaking her head she finally says, “Fine. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
“You’re the best!” I call to her as she leaves the room and then pull myself out of the fireplace.
I wander back into the living room and say to James, who is now slouched on my chair, “Amelia will be here in a little bit.”
James jerks upright and turns a furious red, glaring at me. “Why did you ask her to come over?”
I smirk at him. “I thought you liked her…?”
He bites his lip and mutters, “Yeah, I do… I think maybe a little too much.”
I roll my eyes at him, slightly confused, “How can you like someone too much?”
He gives a pointed cough, which gives me a moment of alarm, thinking it has something to do with the cancer but then he says, “As if you can’t figure that one out, Mr. I’m-in-love-with-my-best-friend-and-she’ll-never-notice-me-that-way.”
I glare for a moment and then ask, “Yeah, but why does that matter to you? Amelia isn’t your friend.”
He groans, putting his head in his hands and murmurs, “Look, I’ve had really bad experiences with dating, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It’s really scary, Scorpius.”
His hazel eyes watch me pleadingly and I shake my head in exasperation and tell him, “Just be yourself. You’ll be fine.”
“Um, Scorpius…?” he squeaks, “What exactly does being myself entitle?”
I open my mouth to retort when Amelia enters the room, a bright smile on her face as she hugs me. Suddenly, she spots James behind me and pulls back, blushing. James has turned red too.
I snicker, and they both give me odd looks.
“What?” Amelia demands.
“Nothing, nothing…” I say distractedly, and as I wander out of the room I say, “But you both resemble tomatoes.”
“Scorpius!” Amelia gasps, a hand covering her face.
James flushes an even brighter red and finally tells me, “Not cool.”
I flash a smirk at the two of them as I exit the room, but I can still hear Amelia say to James, “He can be a git sometimes.”
James laughs. “Trust me, no one knows that better than I do.”
Amelia giggles, and says, “He’s a wonderful friend though…”
“And from what I hear you are too,” James murmurs, and as I lean around the doorway to peer into the room I see him wink at her, his hazel eyes sparkling.
Weak, James, weak…
Amelia looks at him and then slyly asks, “Was that an attempt at flirting with me?”
James turns scarlet. “No,” he mumbles. “It wasn’t supposed to be.”
Amelia giggles a little, and I enter the room again, saving James from further embarrassment and asking, “Is anybody else hungry?”
Amelia rolls her eyes and goes to the kitchen, still smiling as she glances back at James. As she wanders away James leans towards me and asks, “Now what?”
I roll my eyes. “Ask her on a date, numskull.”
He glares at me and grumbles, “Fine.”
He makes his way to the kitchen and I follow closely behind, wondering if he’s actually going to do it.
I hear a nervous cough and then James says, “Amelia… Will you go out with me this weekend?”
There is a slight gasp and then Amelia says, “Oh my… James…”
I glance into the kitchen to see Amelia standing with her back to the stove, a pan in her hands, her jaw wide open. James is standing in front of her, blushing nervously, biting his lip.
After a moment of shocked silence Amelia tells him, her eyes sparkling, “Of course I will, James.”
He looks up at her and grins. He steps closer to her, as if he’s going to kiss her, but I wander into the kitchen at that moment and ask Amelia, “What’s going on?”
She flushes. “Nothing.”
James turns and glares at me, and I wink back, smirking, as I mouth, ‘I told you so’ to him. He scowls and turns away.
This is going to perfect.
A/N: I just realized I left really long Author's notes on this story. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed. :)
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