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Teases, Winks, and A Whole Lot of Love by iheartyou
Chapter 10 : The James Sirius Potter Problem
 
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TWAAWLOL

Chapter 10

Sometimes, when a girl’s crush is whining around the school about a prank being played on him, she tries to help him out. Sometimes, when a girl’s crush is whining around the school about a prank being played on him, she helps him laugh it off like it’s no big deal.

In my case, I spent my time laughing at him any chance I got. Fred and Al dragged him out of their dorm, just to humiliate him and locked the door with a spell even I don’t know, so that he can’t get away from it.

James was grumpy all day, and the snow was not stopping. Neither was his changing hair color. McGonagall passed by him in the hall earlier, and she glanced at him while passing, before looking ahead again, and then stopped abruptly, to take a good look at him again. She was pretty surprised to see him with bright orange hair.

Rose and Roxanne had caught my eye multiple times throughout the day, but I smiled it off to them to let them know that I was okay.

“I just want to let you all know,” James irritably said at dinner that night, “that you’re all fucking pansies.”

“Noted, mate,” Nick sarcastically said. “Glad to know that you appreciate us.”

I smiled in my glass of fruit juice. Seeing James get so worked up was absolutely hilarious. It was downright the best part about that day.

“I want to know who the bloody hell decided it’d be fun to prank me and why the fuck they did it,” he went on.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Oi, Potter, when’s the next practice? We’ve got a game with Ravenclaw in three weeks.”

“Fuck me, I forgot about that,” he cursed himself.

Rolling his eyes, McLaggen threw an apple slice at him. “You nutter. If the Ravens beat us, I’m holding you responsible.”

“Fuck off, McLaggen,” he sighed. “It’s not my bleedin’ fault. I’ve got loads on my mind.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “What the hell’ve you got to think about besides who pranked you and why?”

James’ eyes fell on me shortly before looking away. “Just things.”

I stood up quickly and told Rose and Lily that I was going to go to bed early. The second I entered the dormitory, Montgomery began her screaming. It’s like she was sitting there, waiting for me.

I realized that I wasn’t as weak as I was in the start of the year. It affected me so much September first, but now, I can easily brush it off.

So that’s just what I did. I shoved her away from me and told her to shut her trap already.

She was shocked that I spoke back to her like that, and left me alone the rest of my night, leaving me to my thoughts.

Was he talking about me? Was James trying to say that he’s got me on his mind? Or is that too crazy to think about?

Who am I kidding? He’d never give me the time of day for something like that.

***

“What’s gotten into you?”

 I glanced behind me and then turned back to look forward again, stacking a few books onto the shelves of the library. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’ll have to be more specific.”

He frowned, messing his hair up a bit. James Potter may be an utter git, but he was quite an attractive git, who, when messes his hair up, makes ninety percent of the female population swoon, and that included me.

“I dunno,” he said in a lazy tone. “You’re just a bit…off.”

I spun around to come face to face with him. The snow hadn’t stopped, and the professors were far too amused with it to do anything about it, but James decided to just ignore it. “Look here, Potter, I don’t know why you’re so intent on this whole being nice one minute and cold shoulder the next, but I’m definitely not up for it, so go and find yourself another girl to go play games with and let me study in peace.”

I folded my arms together as I watched the expressions on his face change. I didn’t know what any of them were, but I did know that he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

“What?” he asked. “What do you mea-”

“I’m done here!” I hissed, grabbing the two books I needed, and storming off. He came running after me, but I hid in a corner after turning left, so he wouldn’t see me. He ran right past the spot and hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t running in front of him. I kept a lookout to make sure he wasn’t coming back, as I made my way back into the library, only to walk right into Rose. She grinned at me and pulled me with her.

“I’ve been researching ever since the day of the brutal Gryffindor versus Slytherin match. I’m intent on making you see that you are not bloody overweight and that you are perfect this way!”

I blinked. “Uh, Rose, I-”

“Shut up!” she interrupted, as she laid out books and papers in front of me. There was even a chart, explaining age, height, weight, and body layout. I don’t know how she found time to dig all this up, but it was really sweet that she had thought of me.

“Rose, I love you,” I suddenly blurted out to her. She gave me a bright smile back and a quick tight hug.

“Aww, babe, I love you too. That’s why I spent time digging this shit up,” she told me.

Rose Weasley really was the nicest person alive.

***

“Potter says we’ve got practice,” Abby randomly told me later that day.

“What?” I cried. “When?”

She checked the time and turned back to me. “In ten minutes.”

“At bloody midnight?! Is he out of his mind?”

She shrugged. “S’not like I wanted to go, either, but he’s still the damn Captain, and what he says, goes, so…” she trailed off, grabbing our brooms, and heading out of the portrait door. “Might as well just go and get it over with.”

The second I saw his fucking face (plus the changing hair and snow), I felt like slapping the living daylights out of him.

Actually, that’s kind of exactly what I did. I stormed up to him with that huge smile plastered to his face and neon green hair, with snow perched on top and in less than a second, I had my hand raised, and I slapped him with just such a force.

Everyone was dead silent, frozen on staring at me and at what I had done.

Even I was horrified afterward.

He sighed. “Guess I did deserve that,” is all that he said, before planting a quick kiss on my forehead and starting practice.

I had no idea what just happened.

Abby had her eyebrows raised so high that they were under her hair.

It wasn’t until halfway through practice, that it dawned on me just how badly Fred sucked as a keeper, so I flew over to him and all but shoved the bat in his hands.

“Freddy,” I said sweetly, “I think you and I both had our precious time switching roles, however, I do feel it’s time we give them back. You suck being a keeper.”

He snorted. “Thanks, Maggie. I sure appreciate that. No offense, but you have a terrible aim.”

“How the hell had we managed so well during the Slytherin match?” I incredulously asked.

“Beats me,” he shrugged.

“Adrenaline,” Potter says, stopping right next to me. “We were all running on adrenaline, and it caused your switch to work out. Unfortunately, Green is right. Fred, take the bat, Green, go back to the goalposts.”

“You know,” I had horrifyingly found myself saying to Potter, “the goalposts sort of look like giant lollipops. You know? Just, with a hole in it.”

To my surprise, he started chuckling. He didn’t leave after that though. Instead, his licked his lips, oh so teasingly slowly. “Can you stay afterward? I wanted to talk to you.” When he sensed that I was going to protest, he offered up his cheek, the one I didn’t slap. “Slap me again if that’s what it takes.”

I could only blink and stare in the moment. Why was he doing this?

I shook my head at him, patting the cheek he offered up to me. “That’s okay. I’ll stay. Sorry for slapping you before.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

With that said, practice continued and James was on my mind the entire time. What the bloody hell was he up to, exactly? If this was another game he was playing with me, I’d rather walk away.

“So you’re just going to do exactly as he says?” Abby questioned incredulously when we were changing back to our school attire.

“Hush,” I quietly told her. “The guys are on the other side of the lockers. There’s nothing stopping them from eavesdropping right now.”

“Oh, sorry,” Abby whispers back. “I just think you should think this through. I mean, he broke your heart, Mag. You can’t just let him off the hook so easily.”

I sighed at her. “But, Abs, you know it was unintentional.”

“What was unintentional?”

I nearly had a heart attack, as I slapped my body against the locker. “Fucking hell, Potter, do you mind? I’m kind of half naked here.”

All he did was smirk at me, though, while Abby glanced back and forth between the two of us. Potter, standing two feet away, arms folded, donning a lazy smirk on his face, watching me carefully. And me, pressed up against a locker, completely embarrassed beyond words, in nothing but my underwear, with no idea how to handle this.

“I think I’ll just…go…” Abby finally said, grabbing her broom and clothes, and running out.

Potter still doesn’t tear his eyes away.

I don’t know why I thought pressing up against a locker would help in any way. But I stayed put. “Seriously,” I found myself saying, “I’m totally not comfortable with this.”

He sighed dramatically and turned around. “I’m counting to ten, Green.”

“Arse,” I muttered, pushing myself off the locker, rushing to get my clothes back on. When I looked back at him, he was grinning down at me. I almost slapped myself. “You didn’t count at all, did you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pig.”

We stood like this, staring at each other carefully and intently, waiting for the other to speak up. It wasn’t like I could even think about the snow on his head or even his hair color changes to keep myself entertained for even a slight bit.

He had opened his mouth to say something on numerous occasions, but never seemed to follow through with it.

When I decided that I had had enough, I promptly shoved him backward, much to his surprise.

“Bloody fuck, woman, you’ve gotten violent,” he says, but I ignore it.

“James fucking Sirius bloody Potter!” I scream. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?” he questioned, seeming genuinely thrown off.

“No,” I told him. “Shut up. You don’t get to talk. I talk, you listen. Okay? First you go off and snog me and then you decide to avoid being even near me! And when you do, it’s because of a bloody fucking prank that Lily pulled off on you for being such a twat! And then you go off and spontaneously go and get this practice together at fucking midnight! Midnight! And then you have the nerve, the nerve, to tell me to stay afterward to talk? You wanted to talk? Why don’t you just go ahead and talk, Potter? Why the bloody hell do you make every little thing so damn complicated? If you hated me and my guts, just say it, for Merlin’s sake, stop playing these fucking games and ruining my entire schedule and shit, I mean, you might not have noticed but I don’t exactly function if I don’t get my sleep and seeing how this is going, I highly doubt I’ll be able to even sleep tonight and I swear to Merlin and Circe, Potter, if I’m a deadbeat drag in the morning I will have your head-”

And suddenly, I’m cut off, because Potter’s decided to spontaneously go off and crash his (beautiful, luscious, kissable…anything works) lips on mine for a good three minutes before pulling away.

“You done, yet?” he asked.

Unable to say anything, I nodded.

“Good. First of all-”

Then I fall out of my trance. “No. Stop. Stop right there. I am not doing this at two thirty in the morning in the Quidditch locker rooms.”

With that said, I spun and walked right out the doors, leaving a pretty shell-shocked James Potter behind.

Abby would be so proud of me.

***

“Are you insane?!” Abby screeched.

“What?” I asked, totally confused as to why Abby wasn’t proud of me. “What do you mean?”

“He was there!” she emphasized. “He was there in front of you, apologizing to you, bloody well letting you know how much you mean to him and you blew him off?”

Huh. I guess when she says it like that, I do seem a bit mad. Eurgh. Abby’s confusing me.

“Guys, would you shut up?” Rose asked. “You do realize that my cousin kind of broke her heart, right? If he wants it back, he’s going to have to earn it.”

“Agreed,” Roxanne pipes up. “Oi, Abigail, what’s going on with you and Freddie?”

Abby blinked and stared at her for a few seconds. “No…thing. Nothing, why?”

Rox just shrugged though. “I dunno. I figured you two might just get together or something like that.”

Abby just snorted. “Your brother is the most indecisive, uncaring, born idiot on this planet. He’s an abomination to males everywhere.”

Why can’t Freddie just go up to Abby and tell her he practically loves her? Then Abby can go and snog his face off and BOOM. They’re a couple.

At least then, there will be something good out of all of this.

“Hey, Rose?” I asked. She glanced up at me questioningly. “How are things with you and Scorpius?” I asked, hopefully.

She just gave one curt nod. “Fine,” she hissed.

Ooh. Damn. I thought maybe even Rose had it all good with Scorpius.

“What happened? Did he say something to you?” Roxanne asked.

Rose shook her head, though. “It’s not Scorpius. It’s Al. He went right mental when he saw us snogging. Told Scorpius that he wasn’t allowed to do such things with me. He made a list, too. No hugging, no snogging, no kisses, period. No holding hands either. No hogsmead dates. It was pathetic. So Scorpius argued that it wasn’t fair, especially when Al’s known how long he’s really liked me. And Al goes and becomes a little bitch, and tells Scorpius to choose, either me or Al.”

“And?” We all practically shouted.

She smiled. “I’m getting there. Calm down. Anyway, so Scorpius was freaking out at this point. I mean, Al’s his best friend. Above all, it should be Al. I wasn’t going to be mad at him when he chose Al, you know?”

“So he chose Al?” Abby asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“No,” Rose said. “He chose me. So Al punched Scorpius and shot a bat boogy hex at him before cursing at him and leaving. He’s not spoken to Scorp for days.”

“I can talk to him,” I offered. “To Al. I’m sure I can make him understand.”

“Oh, Maggie, would you?” Rose exasperated. “That would be so wonderful!”

I give her a small smile to let her know that I’m dead serious on this. Someone from this group needs a successful relationship.

Rose and Scorpius have the greatest chances of this.

***

“You can’t be serious James.”

“I am bloody well serious!”

“Oi. Would you just leave?”

“I will not allow you to speak to me like that, Finnigan!”

“JUST LEAVE.”

“Rose, shut up. I’m Captain, and as such, I’m eligible to hold practice whenever I want. And I’m telling Finnigan and Green to get out on that pitch right now or they’re off the team.”

“Abby will come down. Just leave Maggie out of this.”

This was literally what I had woken up to the next morning. Actually, I wasn’t sure it would even be considered morning, seeing as it was still dark out. Maybe five in the morning? We had practice literally five hours ago, that ended three hours ago (assuming my timing is correct).

“What do you mean leave Maggie out this?” James cried. “She’s my bloody Keeper! If she doesn’t show up there, I’m kicking her off the team!”

“MAGGIE IS THE GREATEST KEEPER OF THE CENTURY!” Rose exploded in his face. “You won’t replace her! You can’t replace her and you know it!”

Somehow, I don’t think this has anything to do with quidditch anymore.

“Bloody well watch me replace her,” James muttered. “Just get those two arses down on my pitch in fifteen minutes, Rose. I mean it.”

“No, James,” Rose protested. “That’s what I meant when I said to leave Maggie out of this. Abby’ll come down, but Maggie can’t.”

“Why the bloody hell not?” James asked, sounding seriously annoyed. “She looks fine and she’s not dying, so there’s no excuse.”

“James, you’re an insensitive little-”

“Oi,” I piped up. “Shut up, the lot of you. I’m coming, okay? Just give me ten minutes.”

James caught my eye and gave me a small nod before roughly turning away and sliding down the stairs when they turned to a slide at his touch.

“Maggie, you can’t go to practice,” Abby pointed out. “It’s your time of the month.”

About an hour after practice ended, I came to find my time of the month decided to show up. We’re not exactly best friends. She kind of likes to make it as painful as possible for me, and I have no idea why. She might be best friends with Montgomery.

I shrugged to Abby though. “I’ll handle it.”

“But-”

“I’ll handle it,” I repeated.

Rose tsked. “Mags, even Madam Pomfrey gives you permission to stay in the hospital wing, drowning yourself in potions for the pain. There’s no way you can go to practice. He’s a bloody idiot as well. I have no idea why he would have a practice at midnight and then schedule another one six hours later.”

Abby rolled her eyes as we went down to the pitch. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s the only time he can corner Maggie long enough to talk to her.”

“There’s no way,” I said when we entered the locker room, ignoring the painful stabs I felt in my stomach.

“Let’s go, ladies!” Potter shouted. “We can’t wait all day!”

Even mounting off the broom was painful, and balancing myself on it comfortably was just dreadful.

Potter kept throwing in the quaffle and I might’ve blocked two or three times, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pain.

Rose was sitting down at the side of the pitch, biting her nails and watching me carefully.

“ALRIGHT, EVERYONE STOP,” James shouted when I let another quaffle through the goalpost. He swooped down towards the ground, so we all followed suit. Hopping off the broom eased the pain slightly, but after a few seconds, I just doubled over, wrapping an arm around my stomach. “Green, what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked.

I didn’t have it in me to speak, so I just lied down on the ground, in fetal position, holding my breath when I felt major pain.

James cracked a worried look to Rose and Abby. “What’s wrong with her?”

“We told you,” both responded. “But you didn’t listen,” Rose finished. “You’re an arse.”

“Mag,” Fred soothingly said, holding an arm out to me. “Mags, come on, stand up. What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, taking his hand. “I’m fine,” I gasped out. “Don’t worry.”

Even James looked severely worried. Everyone stared at him, waiting for his command. He was Captain, after all. He watched me carefully for the first few minutes, before suddenly punching the side of the stands. “Fucking hell,” he hissed, punching one more time. “I’m such a tosser,” he said. “Practice is canceled,” he said. “You,” he pointed at me, “go get in bed and sleep.”

I blinked.

What just happened?

Then he rummaged through his robes and pulled out something with the shape of a rectangle, wrapped up. “Here,” he said, handing it towards me. “Chocolate helps.”

My eyes widened.

James Potter knew it was my time of the month.
 


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