Chapter 6 : Jaded James
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(A/N: Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.)
James woke up with a start, glancing at his watch, it nearly 01:00hrs, he flung his feet out of his bed and yelped slightly when his feet came in contact with the cold floor. Not bothering to wear a T-shirt, he slowly made his way down the crooked stairs into the kitchen, it was hot and his throat was parched. It was deathly quiet in the house, the only light that poured into the house was from the moon outside. The sound of a cupboard door being shut made James jump for his wand, cursing, he realised that he had left it under his pillow. He said in a hushed tone, “Who’s there?”
A gasp and on ‘Ow!’ came from somewhere near the sink, someone emerged from under there and the light from outside showed that it was Blanca.
“Merlin, Potter, you gave me a fright!” she said, not taking her eyes off her stubbed toe. James could not help but ogle at the sight that was before him, in the incandescent light of the moon, Blanca looked a beauty. Her hair had slightly curled up due to the humidity and it gave her that frazzled bedroom look, she was wearing only a T-shirt that reached only to her mid-thigh and her angry pout which he had seen a million times before, looked very attractive today.
“Uh, Potter, your mouth is hanging,” she said, “You might want to close it.”
“Shut it Thomas,” James said roughly, “Anyway, move. I came to get some water.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll have to move you then.”
“I dare you.”
In an instant, James had his arms around her waist and he heaved her up in the air, Blanca was kicking and thrashing, commanding him to put her down in a hushed tone.
“Shut up!” he whispered.
“How dare you invade my personal space like that! Have you no respect for-”
Before he knew what he was doing, his lips were on hers. She responded with such a force that James was taken aback, her tongue was prodded at his lip and he let her in, briefly allowing her to explore his mouth before taking dominance. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, she was tip-toeing so she could be level with him, his hands left her waist and found their way to her bum and squeezed lightly. A small moan escaped her lips as he lifted her up and let her wrap her legs around his waist, he walked over to the kitchen counter, set her there and continued to kiss and touch every part of her body he could reach.
James was beginning to slide her T-shirt off when he woke up with a start- this time for real.
“Shit!” James swore as he ran a hand through his messy hair, his entire body was soaked in sweat, he looked over to Fred who was snoring soundly.
“Stupid cow, that Thomas girl,” he muttered as he lay back on his bed. Why was she doing this to him? Blanca Thomas was not the kind of girl he would fancy for himself, actually, she was on the other end of his Girl-0-Meter, on the end where he had the girls he would only shag if he were really desperate, and James was never desperate.
James’ kind of girl was tall, 5ft6 was the shortest he would ever go for: Blanca was a mere 5ft1, James loved long hair: Blanca kept her hair short, James was a sucker for blondes: Blanca would look ridiculous with blonde hair, James liked skinny girls, the model type: Blanca was slightly plump and had defined curves, James loved boobs, the smallest he would go for was a C-cup: Blanca was sure to be a B-cup, James loved long legs: with Blanca’s height of 5ft1, that was not something she would have. The list could go on for ages, James had at least a million and one reasons why he couldn’t be attracted to Blanca, and that was only in the physical category alone. Personality wise, James could go on for days why he couldn’t be attracted to her, fine, she was smart and could be funny sometimes, but that was overridden by all other aspects.
James let out a frustrated grunt, “it’s just sexual frustration,” he said to himself, trying to dismiss his thoughts. He needed release, glancing at his watch, it was 02:38hrs, the dead of the night. James was cracking, it had been nearly a month since he had felt a girl against him, this was causing him problems as he now started to dream of that Thomas girl. Stuff like that did not happen not happen to James Potter, he did not dream of girls that he hated with all his guts. No, he needed release, now!
Picking up a T-shirt and a pair of jeans from the floor, James got his wand and snuck out of the house, bloody hell! He was 17, he could go wherever the bloody hell he wanted to go. Turning on the spot, he apparated to Diagon Alley.
During these hours, only hags, drunks and a few crazy wizards walked the streets, there were very few ordinary looking people.
“Hey big boy,” a voice seductively purred in his ear, “They say the dead of the night belongs to the poets and the mad men, which one are you?”
James spun to see the person the voice belonged to, she was a dishwasher blonde, her dark roots clearly visible, there was a large wart on her chin and had what looked like three teeth in her mouth which smelled heavily of Firewhisky. James decided he was not desperate enough for that and quickly walked away, clutching his wand tighter. He thought about what his mother would do if she knew he was out here, worse off, his grandmother. Shuddering, he shook the thought off as he quickened his pace to get into a pub he knew only too well. Hoping he would find something human that legs and wore a skirt, James pushed the double doors open and made his way in.
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