A/N: Alot is revealed in this chapter ;). Enjoy!!
I was numb.
Completely and absolutely one hundred percent numb. But for some reason, my legs kept pumping anyways. Up and up and up the marble staircase I went. I knew that I was heading to the Gryffindor Common Room, but my mind couldn’t think about anything other than what just happened mere moments ago. My lips were still burning and my skin was still extremely hot. The places where his fingers touched along my thighs were tingling.
Holy shit, this really did happen.
I stood in front of the portrait of the Pink Lady, who eyed me warily with a look of distaste on her face.
“B-Bowltruckle,” I spat at the frowning woman. She rose an eyebrow at me before swinging open to reveal the portrait hole. I stumbled in clumsily and headed straight for the stairs, ignoring a very shocked Lucy Weasley, who had ended up abandoning the ball to catch up on her work. (Seriously, who the fuck does that?)
I burst into my dormitory, the door slamming violently on the wall. There sat a very uneasy looking Rose Weasley talking to a haughty Lily Potter. In any other given circumstance, I would’ve been demanding to what I had missed, but I couldn’t form any coherent words or thoughts.
Rose’s expression immediately morphed from uneasy to concerned as she took in my appearance. I would be too. I probably looked like somebody had dumped a whole bucket of steaming hot water on me and then stoked me over a roaring fire. Yes…I know that I was that red. I literally felt it.
“Elaquay….” She started, immediately standing on her feet.
I bit my lip violently and then ran to my bed, where I collapsed on it, put the pillow to my mouth, and let out an awful ear-splitting screech. I could tell that both Rose and Lily were probably frightened at this point.
Once my screeching had subsided, I kept my face buried in my pillow and focused on breathing in and out, which proved to be extremely difficult due to the fact that all I could think about were his lips, his scent, his fingers, and that damn metaphorical fire that felt pretty freaking real to me…
“Elaquay, what happened?” Rose asked hesitantly. I could feel the shift of her weight on my bed.
I didn’t respond. I just tried to clear my mind. This couldn’t be healthy. It was just a kiss.
Oh what the fuck am I kidding, it sure as hell was not just a kiss. I freaking made out with the bastard. He had me pinned to a wall for crying out loud. If we hadn’t stopped I would probably be up in his dormitory or in the room of requirement with him right now doing the dirty. Yeah. That’s how intense it was.
“Elaquay…” Rose started again soothingly.
I choked a bit and then took in a shaky breath.
“What the fuck did the bugger do this time?” Came Lily’s demanding voice.
I knew that she was referring to James. Her voice seemed to calm me for some reason, despite the fact that her voice was very intimidating.
I sat up and looked at both Rose and Lily. They were looking at me expectantly, Rose with a gentle expression and a hand on my back, and Lily with her arms crossed and a fierce look across her pretty face.
I took in another breath and answered, “He kissed me.”
Rose’s jaw dropped and Lily was looking at me with wide eyes.
I twiddled my fingers and focused on breathing in and out…in and out.
“Are you serious?” Lily asked in a flat voice.
I nodded. Rose’s expression was still frozen in shock.
After a few more seconds, the two looked at each other and grins broke across their faces.
Oh fuck, here it comes…
I barely had time to cover my ears before the both of them squealed at the top of their lungs and started bombarding me.
“I told you that he fancied you!”
“So cute together…”
“Cute little children…”
“So glad that you two are together…”
I protested, “Stop! STOP!”
The two finally stopped after I started flailing my arms like an uncoordinated bird.
“We’re not together,” I stated.
The two were absolutely silent.
“But…why?” Lily asked.
I shook my head slightly and answered, “Well, after he kissed me, he was all ‘fuck’ and he looked horrified. So I booked it.”
Lily slapped a hand to her fore head. “Elaquay, you stupid dolt! You don’t just run away from him after you kiss him! He’ll think that you don’t fancy him or something and I’m going to have to deal with his moping for the rest of my existence…”
“Oh, I’m sure that he knows I like him,” I deadpanned bluntly.
“How?” She asked.
I gave a grim smile and replied, “I kissed back.”
“Was it a full on snog?” Lily asked as she climbed on the other side of my bed.
I bit my lip and nodded before telling them the details. I know that I should be more considerate, as I am describing what it’s like to make out their cousin, but I needed someone to rant to, and Lily and Rose just happen to be here.
“Well, damn.” Lily stated with wide eyes. Rose had a strange mixture of shock, repulsion, and fascination on her face.
I nodded before collapsing onto the bed once more and covering my face with a pillow.
“What the FUCK am I supposed to do? He’s been my best friend for almost half my life and I like him so much! I don’t want this to be awkward!”
My voice came out muffled due to the fact that I had a pillow smothering my face.
“I would talk to him tomorrow, Els. You need to sleep this off.” Rose said, patting my arm gingerly.
“I say you go back down to that bloody dance and jump his arse,” Lily stated in an authoritative tone.
Did she seriously just say that? I took the pillow off of my face to stare at her. She just glared back with her hands on both of her small hips.
“What?” She demanded, “It’s the only way that anything will get through that miniscule brain of his.”
Rose hid her laugh with an awkward cough, but her face was red and her lips were turned upwards.
Speaking of which….putting my problems aside, since when were Lily and Rose on speaking terms?
I sat up and stared from Rose to Lily, who were both staring back at me.
“What happened?” I asked cautiously, running my hand through my tangled mess of curls. Shit, James really messed my hair up more than necessary.
“What?” Rose asked, a confused expression coating her face.
“I mean…” I motioned between the two of them, “Are you guys okay now?”
Both Lily and Rose exchanged a knowing look, small smiles on their faces.
“I guess you can say that. Though Rose has to be a bloody bitch and won’t let me off easy,” Lily scoffed, though her usual snappy undertone had a strange aura of happiness. It made my lips turn up in a grin.
“Of course not! You attacked me at the burrow, wouldn’t accept my original apology, and then used Malfoy just to make me go mad! I’m not going to just kiss the ground at your feet and give you the impression that all is sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows!” Rose exclaimed, her tone snappy and irritated. But she wasn’t angry. Thank Merlin.
“Okay, so what’s going on now?” I asked, finding this bit of info interesting.
Rose smirked and responded, “Lily has to turn herself in to her mum and dad. She has to tell them everything about the situation. She also has to do my laundry over the holidays.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Lily’s face reddened while she scoffed. It really is hard for that girl to admit defeat.
“Don’t forget your part of the deal!” She spat at Rose, who gave a large sigh and said in a nervous tone, “And I have to tell my mum and dad the real reason why I attacked Lily. It wouldn’t be so bad…but I have to tell them who this boy is and that I’m…I-I’m….”
I gaped at her.
“Your dad’s going to freaking murder you,” I deadpanned.
“I know, but it’s only fair. Plus, knowing mum, she’ll find out sooner or later and if I’m not the one to tell her about it, I’ll find myself with a howler. I don’t find the idea of my mum’s voice screaming at me from a letter in the middle of the bloody great hall about how I didn’t tell her about losing my virginity to Malfoy particularly enjoyable.”
Rose had a mixture of fear and anger mixed on her face. Lily just continued smirking her famous smirk.
“So, what about Malfoy then? Are either one of you his girlfriend?” I asked, wagging my finger between them.
Lily’s eyes shifted to Rose, who starting twiddling her fingers.
She opened her mouth and spoke in a hesitant voice, “Erm…no. You see, Malfoy confronted me with Lily and demanded that we forgave each other, which we did. Then after Lils left, we sort of…erm…”
“Please don’t tell me you two screwed each other again,” I pleaded with a disgusted tone.
Rose hastily shook her head and answered, “Merlin, no! I’m not an idiot! We just snogged…”
That just makes everything so much better,” I cried out sarcastically, feeling a mixture of exasperation and amusement in the whole situation.
“Shut the fuck up, Elaquay! Let me finish!” She spat at me, her eyes flashing. Lily and I exchanged slightly amused looks.
“Well, after we snogged, I-I punched him.”
Lily almost shrieked, her eyes wide with shock as she let her hands slip from her hips.
“I punched him. It’s finished. Done. I don’t want anything to do with him. If he really wants me, he’ll have to grovel and kiss my arse until his bloody lips fall off. Then maybe I’ll consider taking him.” She gave us a small smile as she said this. I’ve never heard someone so sure in my life.
Lily just stared at her cousin, her expression stony. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, “So, you’re telling me that the chances of you taking him are essentially slim to none?”
“Yes,” Rose answered, meeting her cousin’s eye.
Lily just stared back at Rose with a steely expression. I held my breath. I don’t think I can handle another atomic explosion right now.
I bit my lip and mentally poised myself to be ready if one of them pounces, but something remarkable happened. Lily’s expression settled into a smirk. The corner of her lips turned up as she said, “He has more of a backbone than he thinks. Let’s see how much he’ll grovel to win you over.”
Now I am beyond accused. Is Lily supporting this whole ordeal? Either this girl is batshit crazy or there’s something else going on here, something I never caught onto.
I studied Lily’s expression slightly before allowing myself to ask, “How do you feel about this, Lils? I thought you liked him?”
Lily shrugged and responded, “I did. But I found that actually helping someone for a change is much more fun and rewarding. Especially when you can just sit back and watch. Anyways, I’m off to bed.”
With that extremely vague answer, she smirked at the two of us before prancing out of our dormitory with the slam of the door.
Rose and I gawked at the doorway.
Lily Luna Potter is just a fucking mystery. She’s the most complex fourteen year old bitch I have ever had the pleasure and/or misfortune to meet.
One thing’s for sure. As established before, Lily Potter is a conceited and self-absorbed bitch who likes to mess everything up just because she can. I know there’s more to her than that, but it’s really hard to grasp. I don’t know why I am friends with her now that I look at it. But I am and I’m glad that I am.
Then, something else struck me. Before we went to the prefect’s bath, I had talked to Lily briefly about making up with Rose. She had said that she’ll make up with Rose, but she’s waiting for someone else
to fix the situation between them. I hadn’t really thought about it before.
Didn’t Malfoy instigate Rose and Lily’s renewed relationship?
And what was Lily going on about helping somebody?
Why was this making it all sound like she was helping
Malfoy not only grow a backbone by blowing this whole situation out of proportion, but helping him…dare I say it…win over Rose?
Well, if that was the case…what had she accomplished? She’s got Malfoy finally standing up for himself. But Rose won’t take him.
However, Lily also did imply that she is going to see how much Malfoy is willing to grovel in order to get Rose.
It’s almost like she made this whole situation more difficult than it had to be to ensure that Malfoy hardened up and proved himself before he could go anywhere near her cousin.
That little bitch.
I will never understand her.
She has enough cunning to be in Slytherin. But then again, this is just a thesis that my overactive mind came up with. There’s still everything else to consider.
The awful fights between Rose and Lily, the pure and real animosity between them…
Could it have been an act on Lily’s part? Is she really that ruthless?
I don’t know.
I don’t think I’ll ever ask her. Because I know that she won’t tell me shit.
That girl is a shallow bitch on the outside, but a girl of many layers on the inside.
And I guess that if my thesis were to be true, Lily can be seen as doing a kind act on Malfoy’s and Rose’s behalf…in a weird sort of…twisted way. Even if it just for her own personal enjoyment.
I shook my head and turned back to Rose, whose confused expression bore one similar to mine. She met my eyes and just shook her head before saying, “She may be my cousin, but I’ll never understand her.”
I just sighed and collapsed back onto my pillow, my thoughts about Lily being replaced by James. I cannot believe what just happened. I know I’ve said that about a trillion times, but I…I just didn’t expect that. And I didn’t know that it would feel that amazing to kiss him. If I could do it again, I’d do it in a heartbeat. His skin, his scent, his eyes, his hair, his arms….it just swirled around me, sending a sultry chill to cascade through my body.
After a little while longer, Rose announced that she was exhausted as she collapsed onto her bed and drifted off to sleep. I was anything but exhausted.
I was restless.
That night, I tossed and turned, thinking of James and the way he kissed me and the way he smiled and the way he…alright, I’ll stop now. You get it.
The thing that troubled me was why he did it.
It would seem obvious wouldn’t it? He obviously has feelings for me. A kiss like that isn’t just a spur of the moment mistake. It wasn’t like the kiss I had with Albus at all. This was a full on pre-sex make out and I’ve never had one of those before. Sure, I’ve made out with Derrick a lot, particularly in the attic…but…it’s just not the same. I had control of myself then. I was in my right mind.
With James, if I were to kiss James again, I know that I wouldn’t be able to control myself. All rational thought just sort of goes bye bye and I feel weightless.
So when did James decide to actually like me? That’s what I’d like to know. It’s not like I’ve given him enough reason to suddenly start seeing me as more than his annoying friend. Last time I spoke to him before he kissed me was almost three weeks ago after my unforgivable drunken rendez-vous. And it was after he caught me kissing Albus. We all know that it wasn’t necessarily a pleasant conversation.
What if he really doesn’t like me? What if just thinks he does because he misses me so much? What if he’s disgusted by his decision right now and regretting it? He did look horrified after all. He did cuss a few times. So I was scared and I ran.
I gritted my teeth. Why did I run? Gryffindors aren’t supposed to run from their problems! I should’ve talked to him and demanded to know what the hell is going on?
Where do we stand now?
Are we friends? Acquaintances? Friends with benefits? A couple?
What if we can never talk to each other again because of awkwardness? I can’t stand that!
An icy feeling went through me as I tossed on my bed, attempting to find a comfortable position.
I shifted to the left.
Still not comfortable.
So I turned my body over so that I lay on my stomach.
Fuck! Leg cramp!
I groaned and attempted to clear my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the door open, followed by the hysterical giggles of Hannah and Ellie. There was a loud thump and then a small, “oops!” and then more thumping and more laughing.
I may not be able to sleep, but I don’t think I could stomach waking up and telling those two what happened between James and I. Not now anyways. I’ll tell them in a few days maybe after I’ve got this all sorted out…and after I know where James and I stand.
I pulled the pillow over my head to block out both Ellie and Hannah and I cursed myself for not drawing by bed tapestries. They’re there for a reason!
Finally, after much more tossing and turning and thinking and reflecting and cringing at my stupidity of running away, I fell into an uneasy sleep.
Yeah. I dreamt.
I dreamt that I was on top of Hogwarts looking over the vast landscape. I was wearing a long white dress that billowed in the breeze and my long red hair was swirling around my face. Epic imagery right there am I right? Then, I felt a light hand touch me on the shoulder and I turned very dramatically and in slow motion to face a very sexy and shirtless James Potter. With an intense look on his face, he grabbed my face with both of his hands and kissed me. And it was awesome and intense and freaking mind blowing.
And now that I think about it, the corniest and most sappily dramatic dream I have ever dreamt. If I saw my dream played out on a movie, I would laugh so hard that my ass would fall off. Literally.
I opened my eyes wearily and realized that they stung. Light filtered from the window and straight onto my bed. Winced and forced my body to sit up. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table to see that it was almost ten o’clock. I gave a huge sigh and realized that I wasn’t tired at all. Yes, my eyes were stinging and I felt groggy, but that was because I didn’t sleep much.
I glanced over at the other beds in my dormitory. Ellie and Hannah were still passed out, but Rose’s bed was perfectly pristine and clean.
Events from last night flooded through my brain again and my breath hitched. James had kissed me. Really kissed me.
And I ran.
As fast as a cheetah.
No, I outran the cheetah.
The cheetah died from lack of proper ventilation when it tried to catch up with me.
Because that’s just how fast I ran.
I shook my head quickly and headed toward the bathroom. I tripped over my suitcase and went sprawling on the ground. Of course that would happen.
The loud thump made Hannah spring up from her bed with a start. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were wide and bloodshot as she yelled a very coherent and literate, “yaaahbloooo!!”
I impulsively snatched my pillow from my bed and hurled it over at her. She gave a squeak as it hit her in the face and she turned to look at me with irritation.
I rolled my eyes and continued toward the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and almost screamed. I forgot to remove all of my makeup before I went to bed last night.
The mascara and eyeliner smudged around my eyes and ran down my cheeks, making me resemble a rabid raccoon. My skin was all blotchy with indent marks from where I slept weird and my lips, which had a light layer of lipgloss on it, were all puffy and swollen. My hair, which was in perfect cute curls yesterday, now resembled Hermione’s ginger cat Crookshanks if he had been smashed flat with a pan.
I groaned and ran out of the bathroom to grab my wand. I found it lying among my mob of twisted sheets. I realized that Hannah and fallen asleep again and was snoring lightly, her mouth wide open. Now that’s what I call sexy.
I ran back into the bathroom and carefully siphoned off all of the crap on my face. I didn’t do as good of a job as Rose would have, but it was good enough. I then proceeded to work on my hair. It didn’t do much good, but it was better than having Crookshanks inhabiting my head. After it looked semi-normal (which is messy and crazy), I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. I stared at myself blankly for a minute, seeing if I had changed in anyway after last night.
No change. Same ol’ same ol’.
I don’t know why looking into a mirror and seeing that I’m still me comforts me so much. Maybe I have issues. Wait…nope…I think that’s been established.
I do have big issues. As I’ve said before, I’m psychotic, melodramatic, impulsive, rash, and uncoordinated with the added baggage that I’m loud, annoying, stubborn, pissy with mild (or not so much) alcohol abuse issues.
So why would James kiss me?
I’m not exactly ideal dating material.
I could see why we were friends. James and I are perfect friends.
And even though I’ve ranted about how much I absolutely adore him, I don’t see how he could adore me back.
I looked away from my reflection and proceeded to brush my teeth. Once I was done, I did another wipe down of my face to get the excess makeup off that I had missed and then hurriedly put my hair up into a messy ponytail.
I walked out of the bathroom and searched through my suitcase for anything comfortable. Today was a Saturday and since both Hannah and Ellie were asleep, I could wear my comfort clothes without getting attacked by the two of them.
I slipped on my red Gryffindor hoodie that had a lion and my last name on the back, along with my number, and then a pair of gray sweats. Ahh, nice and toasty. Just the way I like it.
I silently crept out of the dormitory and started to head down the stairs when I suddenly realized that in a matter of moments, I will go down to the great hall. And in the great hall will probably be none other than the oh-so-magnificent kisser James Potter. My stomach flipped and my heart about jumped out of my chest. I can’t talk to him yet! I can’t do it.
I froze halfway down the steps and considered hiding in my dormitory for the rest of the day. But I knew that I wouldn’t last.
I was so immersed in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed a small red head with a mischievous smile and twinkling brown eyes sitting one of the armchairs.
Lily Potter is going to be the death of Tetra. I can’t count how many times she has been in detention because of her violations of dress code. But I guess since we’re talking Lily…it doesn’t really matter.
She wore an extremely low cut almost see through shirt/dress that exposed way more than necessary. It had no sleeves or anything. Only spaghetti straps…which I found freaking stupid. Summer kissed my ass goodbye a while ago.
Also, this shirt/dress stopped just about a palm’s length down her hip…and because she’s Lily Potter…she wasn’t wearing stockings or leggings. No. She was wearing torn fishnet stockings. Fucking fishnets!
Oh, and it added to the effect that she wore extremely high heeled killer cut-off boots that stopped at her ankles. Are those even called boots? Whatever.
She sat at the armchair with her legs crossed in a “classy” way. Her long red hair (which was crimped today and decorated with a few peacock feathers), glimmered under the sunlight, and on her lap was propped the latest edition of Witch Weekly.
I hate those magazines. I tried the love-luck test in there, and it said that I would end up being a damn hermit who lives by herself in a shack with nine cats. Who the fuck comes up with this shit?
However, due to the mischievous twinkle in her eye, I knew that she wasn’t reading the magazine. That twisted mind of hers was thinking. About what…I don’t know.
So I walked down toward her and collapsed on the armchair opposite her. She didn’t make any movement to acknowledge my existence.
I cleared my throat. After a few seconds, her brown eyes found mine. My throat almost closed when I realized that her eyes were identical to James’s, especially under this light. She smirked and said, “Good morning, Elaquay. Sleep well?”
Eh…might as well be honest.
“No,” I answered flatly.
She gave a small chuckle and resumed “reading” her magazine. Her lips were turned up and I was pulled with a sudden curiosity.
I knew that I said I wouldn’t ask about the whole dilemma, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to have a tiny bit of insight on Lily Luna Potter. Looking at her now, I can see that she has the makings to be a very hard-pressed ruthless woman. She was very…um…Machiavellian. But I’m sure that even Machiavelli would cower under Lily’s hard pressed dominance and “do what you gotta do” philosophy.
“Lily, did you set Rose and Malfoy up?” I burst out.
She didn’t respond for a few seconds. She just turned a page in the magazine before looking up at me slowly and asking, “What gave you that idea?”
I’m so literate. I should teach English.
She closed the magazine and tossed it to the side. She gave me a light smile and said, “I want to hear your opinion. Do you think I did?”
“Um…I don’t know?” I said weakly.
I know she did. Definitely.
She smirked and said, “I misjudged you, Els. I always thought that you were unobservant. I guess you proved me wrong.”
My mouth dropped open.
“S-So, it was just an act? All of it?” I spluttered.
Lily ran her fingers through her hair gracefully before shooting me another serene smile, “Hmm…some of it.”
“Like…” I motioned for her to continue.
“I did genuinely fancy Scorpius and I was angry at Rose. I really did put all of my effort into fighting with Rose and she still kicked my arse and I really do like Scorp as a person,” She said in one smooth and confident breath. She looked so nonchalant about it. It unnerved me.
“Wait a minute, so using Malfoy just to spite Rose….that was fake?” I asked.
“In a way, I guess. I was still furious with her about the burrow incident, but I stopped fancying Scorp ages ago. Like after I found out that he shagged Rose.”
What the fuck?
“I knew that he fancied Rose. A lot. And I knew that he fancied her too. But we all know that Scorp is a spineless twat. He could never handle Rose since she can be a cold and heartless bitch. So I just decided to spice things up. Make things a bit more difficult in order to challenge him to grow a pair. So really, by making Rose detest him more and more, I’m actually bringing them together.” She gave a small laugh and twirled a lock of her hair around her slim finger.
“How the hell does that work?” I asked, rather intrigued.
“Rose loves effort and persistence. And even though she fancies Scorp, she won’t take him because she has too much bloody pride and she finds him to be rather pathetic. I did all I can now. Rose and I are all goody-goody again and I think that he can fend for himself without me. He’s definitely got a spine now and I know that he’ll be relentless in trying to win Rose over. Even though she won’t admit it, Rose will like that and she’ll cave. It’s really not that hard. All I had to do was be a completely incompatible bitch and fuck everything up so that he’ll just keep fighting harder and harder for what he wants. Plus…it’s fun to see those two. Their insanity is my source of entertainment.” At this long speech, she threw her head back and laughed, a confident smirk plastered on her lips.
Holy shit. I cannot believe what I am hearing right now.
This bitch is whack.
Again, why wasn’t she in Slytherin?
“Why help Rose and Malfoy?” I asked.
Lily gave a small sigh and answered, “Rose is my cousin. She’s a big neurotic bitch and I can’t stand her half of the time, but I am a stickler when it comes to family. I knew that she really liked Scorp, so I sort of had a heart to help out a bit. Plus, I have gained extreme respect for her. She challenged me. She fought me and brutally kicked my arse. I know I was pissed and I hated her for it, but now that I look back on it, I find that I sort of admire that about her. I’m not as soulless as you might think, Els.”
A look of fresh sincerity crossed her face as she gave me another light smile. It was unlike any other smile I’ve ever seen her have. It was a nice and genuine smile.
“One more thing,” I stated. “What about when I kissed Malfoy that night? Were you not bothered by it at all?”
Lily shook her head slightly and responded, “I was absolutely furious with you. But not because you kissed him. It was because you demeaned my brother. Again, I’m a stickler when it comes to family. I know you didn’t mean what you said, but I still couldn’t handle it. I really didn’t care for the whole Scorpius thing. In fact, it probably helped a little bit.”
She grinned at me and I couldn’t help but grin back.
Then in a flash, her genuine grin was gone and was replaced by her mischievous smirk.
“Speaking of my brother…I want to know what you plan to do about your little problem with James,” Lily wagged her eyebrows at me.
At the mention of James, my stomach flipped upside down, my heart thumped against my chest, and my skin started to erupt in goosebumps. My breath hitched and I clenched my fists.
Lily rose an eyebrow and asked, “Are you going to talk to him?”
“I can’t,” I said flatly.
“And why is that?”
Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly before staring back at me.
“Elaquay, if you want to keep your friendship with my brother, then you have to talk to him about this. Sure, it might be awkward, but you’ll know what the hell is going on between you two. Who knows? Maybe you two will do the dirty in the forbidden forest.”
“The forbidden forest?” I asked skeptically.
She smiled, “Yeah. Think about it. Those trees can be damn sexy if you look at them at a certain angle.”
I just stared blankly at her and she laughed.
“Elaquay. You are going to go down there right now, find James, and talk to him otherwise I will get myself involved. Trust me, things will be messy when that happens,” she stated firmly.
Lily? Involved? Me and James?
I immediately jumped to my feet.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go talk to him now,” I stated as I shakily turned around to exit the common room.
“Good luck! If you end up pregnant, I call dibs on the middle name!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I spat nervously, my heart drumming against my chest, my limbs shaking, and my stomach turning upside down at very fast intervals.
I don’t know if I can do this….holy shit, I can’t do this.
Yet, I still kept walking. On and on I went down the corridors down the marble staircase…but I didn’t have to walk much further.
For coming up the corridor was none other then James Sirius Potter himself.
I almost collapsed. My knees felt weak as I looked at him.
His glittering brown eyes found mine and I almost lost it.
“E-Elaquay…” He stuttered breathlessly as he nervously walked in my direction. He stopped once he was a few feet away from where I stood. I was a frozen mass of chaos.
His dark hair was ruffled and messy as usual. I watched, mesmerized, as he slowly ran his hand through it nervously. I looked at his lips. Perfect lips. Lips that had met mine.
A chill shot down my spine and I forced myself to look anywhere but him.
“I-I was looking for y-you,” I stuttered, shuffling shaking foot. My heart was literally in my throat.
“Me too, actually. I was just coming to the common room,” He responded. His voice was a bit strange. It didn’t have its usual confident undertone. He was nervous. Maybe as nervous as I was.
I let out a shaky sigh and said, “We need to talk.”
That is the most clichéd line ever. I almost groaned out loud at my usage of it.
I dared myself to look up at him and he had his head turned to the left, a troubled expression on his face while he ran his hand through his hair. Yup. Definitely nervous.
“Erm…yeah. How about in er…that classroom?” He motioned toward a deserted classroom whose door was wide open.
I nodded numbly and followed him into the room. I studied his movements, his arms, the back of his head….Merlin, he is just perfect. Forget the damn talk. I just want to make out with him again.
Of course I didn’t make a move. I just walked in front of him and waited until he shut the door behind me. The tension in the room was freaking thick. I was suffocating in it.
Once the door was shut, he turned to look at me with an unreadable expression on his face. My heart jumped to my mouth and I could hear it drumming mercilessly in my ears.
“E-Erm…yeah,” I said stupidly.
That’s when he lost his resolve. He looked downright irritated and confused as he demanded angrily, “What the fuck is going on Elaquay? We don’t talk for weeks and then suddenly we decide to make up and then literally five bloody minutes later, you kissed me…”
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa…hold up. You’re
the one who kissed me.
Don’t start mixing the facts up,” I snapped angrily at him, my whole body quaking.
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter who kissed who. The fact is is that it happened,” he spat angrily.
I have said a thousand times that he is freaking hot when he’s angry.
Well, when he’s sexually frustrated and angry…you get the idea.
“And then you run away, Els. What the bloody hell was that? How do you think that makes me feel?” He was stepping closer and closer to me.
“Well you kissed
me! How do you think that makes me
feel, James? The world doesn’t revolve around just you, you know. You’re not the only one who lost sleep over this.” I was pissed. Yet, it didn’t take anything from the fact that I wanted to jump his socks. They always say that angry sex is the best sex…not that I plan to do it or anything.
“Fuck, Elaquay! I don’t know! I-“ He trailed off and just looked dejectedly at his feet.
“I just miss you, I guess. I want us to be friends again more than anything,” He said quietly.
My insides seemed to fall.
Were my worst fears just confirmed? That it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing and that he just didn’t know what to do? Was it just his hormones? The right atmosphere? The right position?
I felt the tears sting my eyes as I choked out, “How do you feel about me?”
He looked me straight in the eyes, his expression hard to read. His eyes were glowing.
“Elaquay…” He started, a warning tone laced in his voice.
“How do you feel about me?”
I demanded with more force, the tears now spilling down my cheeks.
I couldn’t help it. I was crying. Again. Crying over James Sirius Potter for the billionth time in a span of a few months.
He backed up slowly, still looking at me straight in the eyes. He shook his head with a pained expression on his face and said, “I can’t do this, Els. I can’t.”
I spat at him.
I don’t understand him. Not at all. What’s he so afraid of? Why can’t he just tell me how he feels about me and be done with it?
He just stared at me from across the room, tight lipped, his eyes wide.
“Fine,” I choked. “Just leave.”
I turned around to face the opposite wall, biting my lip to prevent my escaping sobs. Tears streamed down my face and dripped down my chin.
It was a mistake.
It was a fucking
I should’ve seen it coming. How could he have feelings for me? I was being ridiculous for thinking that he could.
His aggressive voice made me jump in surprise and I was overwhelmed by the chill that tickled my neck and ran down my back at the sound of his voice.
But before I could do anything else, I found myself being pushed harshly against a bookcase, causing many of the books to topple over. How the hell did I end up against a bookcase?
But it didn’t matter, because in the next second, his lips were on mine again.
And I felt it…again.
The aggressive surge of passion and fire course through me, the overwhelming feeling of weightlessness and euphoria overtake me….it was as fresh and as invigorating and as new as ever.
He had somehow taken out the elastic band in my hair so now his hands were tangled in it. I had my arms around his neck as I deepened the kiss by pulling him closer.
Due to my short height, he grabbed me by the hips without breaking the kiss and hoisted me up so that we were in a similar position as last night, with him pinning me against the bookcase. I straddled his waist and shuddered as the roaring fire burned intensely once again, consuming both James and I….enclosing this room, protecting us, lifting us up….
“What the devil was that noi – OH MERLIN!!”
James and I broke apart clumsily at the noise and we both toppled onto the floor. I landed on top of him and was disoriented for a second.
I could still taste James’s on my stinging lips and I knew that my hair was a freaking hay stack.
At the doorway stood a very tight-lipped and furious Professor McGonogall.
“Thirty points from Gryffindor and detention for the both of you! My office at seven sharp tomorrow night! Now clear out!”
She spat at us.
I felt my cheeks redden as James and I managed to untangle ourselves and book it out of the classroom. We ran for a little while until we were far away from the angry professor.
That was so embarrassing. Of all the people to catch us, it just had
to be ol’ Minnie. Of course that would happen.
I was suddenly aware of James beside me. I dared myself to look at him. His hair was extremely messy, he had a dazed expression on his face, and his lips were swollen.
My heart did a little jolt at the sight of him.
His eyes were on me. He slowly backed away a few steps before looking down at his feet awkwardly and running his hand through his hair.
“So…” I started, unsure of what to say or do.
He sighed and shook his head, “Look Elaquay. Can…can we just be friends? For now?”
I felt like I was being broken into a billion pieces. I bit the insides of my mouth.
I glared at him fiercly, willing the tears not to fall.
“Please?” He pleaded in a desperate tone. His eyes were glittering at me intensely and I gulped.
This is it then.
“Fine,” I answered flatly.
I offered my hand to him in a formal way.
He looked slightly taken aback as he took it, but he never broke eye contact as we shook on an agreement that I absolutely hated.