Author note: This story is about pregnancy. It does contain parts about sex and stuff. The story is rated mature for a reason with strong warnings. On a happy note, I’m very excited to release my first fanfic. I hope everyone likes it : )
It was the summer before my sixth year. We were at the Potter Manor to start out the summer. Harry, Ginny, and the other parents decided to go out for the night. James decided to throw a party. Figures. Rose, Al, and I were up in Al’s room.
“Mum’s going to kill him.” Al muttered when we heard the music start.
Al was right. Ginny Potter was going to murder her eldest son for throwing an underage party that involved alcohol.
“Should we go make sure anything isn’t…”
There was a loud noise and a ‘Sorry Bro!’ following it.
“Broke.” Rose sighed.
James Potter knew how to throw parties. It literally took less than five minutes for it to start. It just sucked for the ones who had to fix everything, which was us. I grabbed my wand off the side table and shoved it in my back pocket. Al opened the door and we headed downstairs. Where did all these fucking people come from?
“Alexia!” James smiled, walking up to me with a bottle of Fire whiskey in his hand. “Did you, Baby Al, and Darling Rose decide to join my party?”
“More like keep it under control.” I tossed back.
I really hate the git. James Potter was the world’s biggest git.
“Loosen up Love.” He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I pushed it off. “Have a drink. Don’t be such a pansy.”
“Why Potter, it sounds like you’re trying to get into my pants.” I smirked, turning this around on him.
“Why Lexi, it sounds like you’re too much of a wuss to take a drink.” James sent back.
Now, I’m a complete idiot. And I refuse to let Potter get the best of me. I snatched the Fire whiskey bottle out of his hand. I took a long swing of it, holding the bottle close to my chest.
“I’m no wuss.” I smirked, taking another drink.
It only took a bottle and a half before I was drunk. Rose was disappointed with me and Al just laughed at me. I’m a terrible drunk. I never really slurred my words but I stumbled and fell all over the place. I got giggly and very happy. I may not be able to hold my alcohol, but I was pretty fucking awesome when wasted.
“James!” I laughed. “Dance with me!”
I took a swing of my drink before grabbing James’s hand.
“Alexia.” Rose warned.
“Rosie poo, I’m fine. James and I are gonna be friends tonight. Right James?” I giggled.
“Right.” He answered with his famous smirk on his face.
I smiled at Rose and lead James over to the crowd of grinding teenagers. Who were all these people anyways?
“Come on.” I giggled.
I pressed my body close to James’s. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out a squeal of laughter and started moving my hips against him. He let his hands slide down to my side.
“Potter!” I giggled, spinning around to face him, my hands resting on his chest.
I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss before giggling and freeing myself from his grip. James grabbed my wrist, turned me towards him, and stole another kiss.
I woke up in a bed. A bed that wasn’t mine, Rose’s, or Al’s. I let out a groan. My head was throbbing and I felt like complete shit. I wonder how much I drank last night. I went to get up out of the bed when I realized I had no clothes on. Where the hell were my clothes? I rolled over in the bed and almost let out a scream. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself. James Potter. I was naked in bed with the bane of my existence who also happed to be naked. Holy mother of fucking Merlin. Did I shag him? Was I that drunk that I shagged someone that I absolutely hate, that I despise? Shit. Shit shit shit. I jumped out of the bed and searched for my clothes. We were in a guest bedroom. No wonder why I didn’t know where I was. I wasn’t familiar with the guest rooms because I had my own room when I stayed here. James was still sleeping when I was finished getting dressed. I grabbed my wand and quietly left the room, heading down to the kitchen. When I got down there, it was a complete mess. Oh, Ginny is going to kill James. She was bustling around the kitchen, muttering spells at everything.
“Alexia, where’s James?”
I’m in trouble. The only people who called me Alexia was Rose or when someone was about to yell at me cause I was in trouble. Most people called me Lexi.
“I don’t know.” I answered. “Maybe he stumbled into a guest room or something.”
I laid my head down on the kitchen table. It was throbbing so bad, as if someone split my skull open and was beating on my open brain with a hammer.
“Alexia, are you hung over?” Ginny asked.
Obviously. I look worse than death itself.
“Yeah.” I muttered.
Because your stupid son challenged me to drink and then proceeded to steal my innocence. I was by no means a virgin. I shagged a guy or two. Shagging James was different though. I might as well have been a virgin cause I feel as if all my innocence has been stolen.
“I’m disappointed in all of you.” Ginny said.
I looked up to see James and Al in the doorway.
“James Sirius Potter, I can not believe you!” Ginny yelled. “Throwing an underage party when your father and I go out with family. I have half a mind to snap your wand and send you through muggle schooling.”
“Mum!” James protested.
“And you Albus.” Ginny Potter continued on her other son. “You’re the good child. Why didn’t you control your brother?”
“I tried Mum.” Al argued. “Rose helped too. James bullied Lexi into drinking.”
“I’m sorry.” I muttered before Ginny could yell at me.
“Your parents will know about this Alexia.”
I groaned. My parents are going to kill me. Getting completely wasted at 15 was not something they approve of. Thank Merlin they’ll never find out about me and James. They’d probably leave my body out for the werewolves or something.
“You should be.” She replied. “Now go.”
“Come on. Let’s go wake Rose.” I muttered to Al.
I tried my best to avoid James. I don’t want to mention what happened last night ever again. I don’t want anyone to find out about it.
No. I don’t want to talk to him.
“What?” I asked.
“Can we talk?”
Can we talk? If I wanted to talk, I wouldn’t have snuck out of the bedroom this morning.
“Sure, let’s talk.” I said, turning around and placing my hands on my hips.
“Privately?” James asked.
I gave Al a look that told him I’d be fin and would be there in a minute. Al waited for a moment but kept going up the stairs. I followed James into a guest room.
“Talk fast.” I said.” The less time I'm with you, the more brain cells I have left after last night.”
Yes, I was a complete bitch. But James was an arse. It was fuel for my bitchyness. It was well deserved bitchyness.
“You don’t hate me.” James smirked.
“Oh yes I do.” I tossed back.
“Nope. Deep down in that cold little heart of yours is some love for me. Besides, you were pretty good last night.”
And he winked at me. The fucktard fucking winked at me. As if I was some stupid blonde bimbo he was trying to make swoon or some bullshit like that.
“Really?” I asked. “Cause you kind of sucked. All those girls you’ve slept with and it sucked. I give you a T.”
I really don’t know how good it was. I can’t remember. But he doesn’t know that. Maybe it’ll knock his ego down a bit.
“You know Lexi.” He whispered into my ear. “Just admit that you like me already.”
I leaned over to his ear, my boobs basically falling in front of his face. He saw me naked last night. I don’t have much shame anymore. Let him want what he can’t have.