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Life According to Demeter by xoxo_jpotter
Chapter 26 : Chapter 26
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Sara Evans

Beep. Beep. Beep

"Turn it off," I moaned, burying my face in the pillow. James's obnoxious alarm kept ringing, disrupting my once peaceful sleep. I heard him fumbling around before he clicked the button, shutting it off.

"Dem," he yawned a few minutes later.

"Hmm," I grunted, not looking up

"We need to get up."

"Why?" I nuzzled further into his pillow.

"Because we have these things called classes." He brushed my hair back, exposing my eyes to the bright sun. I clamped them shut.

"Five more minutes," I plead.

"I could think of a much better way to spend the next five minutes," he said huskily. I felt his lips against my shoulder.

While the idea was appealing, a girl has got to have her priorities. "No. Sleep." I pushed his head away and rested mine on his chest, feeling his chuckles underneath me.

After our fight, we'd been spending all of our time together. Honestly between all of our classes, quidditch practice, and studying together, we were turning into one of those couples. The ones that are never separated and make people gag. Hell, we even slept together. To make things worse, I can't even bring myself to stop. I like spending all of this time with him.

"Why is your cat in here?"

I peeked my eye open to find Phoenix licking his face while he scowled. "Well I couldn't just leave her alone. Who knows what Melissa would do to her." I scooped Phoenix into my lap and sat up. "Plus, she likes it up here."

"Great," he muttered.

My retort was cut off by his hangings being ripped open. Phoenix and I both hissed at the flood of sunlight. "Get up," Dom commanded. She had apparently slept up here with Kyle last night, but she had already gotten dressed.

"Why?" She gave me a warning look. "Fine." I started putting on my uniform that I had brought up. "Although it was rather rude to just burst in here. We could've been doing something."

"Oh please," she scoffed. "I would've heard if you were doing anything. You're not the quietest, Dem."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I had never had anyone complain.

"Why don't you ask James."

We both turn to him, Dom wearing a smirk. "Uh, coming Kyle!" he called, standing up.

"I didn't hear him call you," Dom said.

"That's because we communicate with our minds," he covered. I gave him a hard look that went ignored. "See you at breakfast, yeah?" He gave me a kiss on the forehead before going into the bathroom, shutting the door.

"Am I really that loud?" I asked Dom, who rolled her eyes and began walking down the stairs. "Wait! Come back!" She continued walking as I chased after her.

Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.


Lindsey, Sara, Dom, and I had been best friends for ages. It used to be impossible to see the four of us separated. While we had hung out a little over the summer, we'd barely seen each other all year. Between classes, studying, boyfriends, and quidditch, it seemed we had drifted apart. So, we decided that once a week, we'd set aside time for all of to hang out and talk with no interruptions.

As per tradition since our third year, we all gathered in the kitchens. Partially because we wanted to talk in private, but mostly because of the food.

"Professor Dingleberry gave Kyle and I another detention," Dom complained while stuffing an entire cookie in her face. This was the girl who has an aneurism every time I talk with food in my mouth.

"I'm sure Professor Twinkleberry wouldn't give you so many detentions if you stopped snogging in the middle of the hallway," I reasoned with a smirk. Dom and Kyle had barely separated since they started dating, and it was honestly becoming disgusting.

"Well at least we don't shag in the hall like you and James," she replied easily, arching an eyebrow.

"That was one time, and we-"

"Well as much as I enjoy hearing about everyone's sex life," Lindsey cut in loudly, "can we please talk about anything else."

"Sure," I agreed, "is there anyone you're interested in?"

She shook her head, blushing lightly. Lindsey, while very pretty, was not as outgoing as the rest of us. She preferred books to boys, no matter how many of them tried banging down her door. The only time she'd ever dated was back in third year. It was a disastrous date with Hades, and I think they were both put off dating after that.

"What about that cute sixth year Hufflepuff?" Sara suggested. "He looked like he was into you."

"Gross, not a younger boy," Dom said, crinkling her nose. "We're better than that."

"Didn't you date that sixth year earlier this year?" Sara asked defensively.

"Which further proves my point."

They continued their little spat, and Lindsey and I rolled our eyes at their antics. Looking at Lindsey, anyone could see she was pretty, in an innocent sort of way. Her short black hair had grown past her shoulders, and her big brown doe eyes shone with brightness. Normally, I would be meddling and trying to get her a boyfriend, but she was different. I knew when she was ready, she would find someone.

Sara was completely different. She had a string of guys, but they hardly turned into anything. Now, however, Lindsey claimed she'd been leaving all the time for mysterious 'study sessions', returning late or sometimes not at all. This definitely sparked my curiosity as we never kept secrets, but she refused to budge.

"I've got to go," Sara said quickly, interrupting the conversation we were all having.

"But we've only been here less than an hour!" Lindsey cried.

"Sorry.. study session." With a swish of her red ponytail, she left.

"Well, I guess that's it for today," Lindsey sighed. "I'll see you guys later." She got up and hugged us both before leaving as well.

"Guess it's just the two of us," I said, turning to Dom.

"Er- actually."

"Oh, just go find your boyfriend. I was going to find James anyway." She smiled and left.

Apparently James was going to be the only one who gives me attention.

James POV

"-and I'm dying to know who Sara is hooking up with," Dem rambled on, flipping through Witch Weekly. "Who do you think it is?" She looked up at me, actually asking me to speak for the first time in two hours.

"I don't know," I shrugged. She seemed satisfied and continued to talk about a bunch of people I barely knew.

I don't think I ever realized just how much she could talk. Since she'd come up here, all she had done was talk. That, combined with her blouse being partially unbuttoned, meant hardly any of my homework had gotten done.

"Dem," I sighed, cutting her off, "I'm trying to do this Potions essay that's due tomorrow, but you're breaking my focus."

"Really? I finished that ages ago." I glared at her. "Sorry. I'll be quiet." She pressed her finger to her lips and silently started flipping through her magazine again.

Unfortunately, being quiet for Dem is not the same as being quiet for everyone else. First, she noisily flipped through her magazine. Then, she huffed and threw it down, turning to stare at me with pleading eyes. After five minutes of her continually sighing, I'd had enough.

"Are you done?" I asked, putting down my quill.

"I'm bored."

"Sorry," I deadpanned.

"Give me attention," she half demanded, half whined.

"I have to do work," I said as her lips worked their way up my neck. She ignored me and adjusted herself onto my lap.

"Do it later," she whispered in my ear before tugging on it.

"Now, Demeter," I scolded. "What would your mother say if she knew you were distracting me from my studies. Am I going to have to write her?"

"You're annoying," she grumbled, flopping down on the bed. The one way to control any of the Altons was to threaten to call their mum. She got things done; plus, I was her favourite.

"Yep." I ignored her glare and continued writing my essay.

"Most guys would love to blow off their homework to snog their incredibly hot girlfriend," she pointed out, pouting slightly.


She sighed in defeat and put her head on my shoulder, watching me write. Since our fight, we'd been spending almost every second together, but I enjoyed every moment. I was turning into such a sap, and I didn't even care. I liked Dem, and the more time I spent getting to know her, the more I liked her.

"Oh my gosh," she gasped when I was finishing up my conclusion. She sat up and faced me. "Your birthday is next week!"

"Yeah," I replied distractedly.

"Well, what are we doing?" she pressed.

"I don't think I've made any plans. It's not a big deal really." I shrugged and wrapped n arm around her waist.

"James, birthdays are such a big deal!" she declared. "We need to do something! Oh, I need to get your present! I don't know how I forgot about that! Merlin, I don't know what I'm going to do! Hogsmeade isn't until next weekend! Maybe-"

"Dem, relax," I told her calmly, pulling her back to me. "I don't want to do anything big. It's only my eighteenth birthday."

"Fine," she huffed.

"And you don't have to get me a present either."

"Don't be stupid. Of course I'm getting you a present." She looked at her watch. "I think if I send Persephone out now, I'll be able to order it on time, so it'll be here the day before." After giving me a quick peck on the lips, she ran downstairs, most likely in search of her owl.

Now, I wasn't against birthdays. Who doesn't like their birthday? But after Zeus threw the biggest party Hogwarts had ever seen last year, I'd been hesitant to do anything on that scale again. People were hungover for weeks, and the professors definitely got suspicious. This year, I just wanted to relax and stay under the radar. That isn't exactly Dem's thing. Far from it actually. I just hoped that she didn't do anything too extravagant.


"Sara, you're leaving again," I whined as she started packing up her things.

"I've got to study," she said hastily.

"For what? We take the same classes," Lindsey challenged.

"It doesn't hurt to study," she huffed, flustered. "I've got to go."

Not to long after she left, we all left as well, not feeling right without her. Dom and I headed to the tower, where she was meant to meet Kyle.

"If I have to hear about how great he is one more time, I'm going to be sick," I groaned. "Gosh, Kyle is so perfect, I love him." I did a false impression of her voice.

"Well at least I can admit my feelings," she snapped. "Oh, I'm Demeter, love is for suckers." She faked a deep tone.

"I don't talk like that!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Nargles," we both yelled at the Fat Lady, who jumped slightly before opening the door.

"What's going on?" James asked when we entered the common room.

"Nothing. Come on, Kyle," she cooed. He grabbed her hand, and they tried to leave.

"Kyle, practice in five minutes. Laps for every second you're late," I called. Dom glared at me as he pushed her away and ran upstairs to get ready. Around the room, the rest of my team had also heard and were stumbling about, trying to get to the pitch on time.

"Dem, aren't you being a bit rash?" James asked.

"No! Where's Al?" I asked, noticing he was the only one who hadn't been down here when I made the announcement.

"Probably in his room." James and I dashed up to the sixth year boys' dormitory, and I forgot to do what I always did.


As soon as the door opened, I heard a yelp and two people fumbling around. They didn't move fast enough, so I saw one of the most scarring things since Zeus and Dom. Al, totally naked, on top of Sara, in the middle of doing something that would probably give his mum a heart attack. Al blocked her from our view while she covered herself up, her red hair wild and knotted.

"My eyes!" I cried, turning my face to bury it in James's shoulder. "Why does this always happen?"

"Shh," James soothed me, stroking my hair. "You'll be fine."

"Maybe if you would knock," Al mumbled.

"You're too young to be doing anything like this anyway," I snapped, turning to him. Thank Merlin they were dressed now. Sara avoided my eye.

"You're a hypocrite."

"You have practice. Five minutes," James said coldly.

Sara kissed Al on the cheek before legging it out of there, not looking at me. We left Al to sulk by himself; meanwhile I was considering washing my eyes. I had certainly not seen that one coming.

"Dem," James panted as we ran our thirtieth lap, "can we please call it a night?"


"It's almost my birthday. I'd like to live to see it." He stared at me pleadingly.

"Fine." I only agreed because it was almost his birthday. Everyone know that the birthday boy/girl gets whatever they want a week before their birthday. Well, at least they should.

I called my team down, and they all cheered when I ended practice early.

"What were you and Dom fighting about?" James asked as we headed up to his empty dorm. "I didn't think you ever fought."

"Nothing," I said shortly.

"Are you-"

"Can we just drop it? I really don't want to talk about it." I pushed him against his bed. "I don't want to talk at all."

Instinctively, he kissed me back, putting a hand behind my neck. I let him distract me from Dom, but him being chivalrous, he pulled back.


"You know I'm starting to think you don't want to snog me," I said lightly.

"You know that's not true, but I can tell you're upset." He brushed my hair back and held eye contact with me until I cracked.

"Well, of course I'm upset. I'm fighting with the girl who's supposed to be my best friend!"

"Want to talk about it?"


"Dem, isn't it a rule that the birthday boy gets what he wants?"

"It's nothing really," I sighed. He raised an eyebrow at me. I covered my face with a pillow. "Well, I'm annoyed about her talking about Kyle, and she got offended, so she talked about me thinking love is for suckers. That's totally not true! I just think we're too young to even know what love is. It's not my fault she falls in 'love' every two seconds!"

Everything I said was muffled by the pillow, and I hoped he hadn't understood me. This wasn't anything I liked talking about, especially not to him.

"Dem," he said after a few minutes, not sounding angry in the slightest. He tried pulling the pillow off of my face. "Come on."

"You're not mad at me?" I asked, pulling down the pillow slightly.

"No. Should I be? I'm not going to get mad because of how you feel. I understand."

"You do?" I took the pillow off completely.

"Yeah. Dem, we all have things we're not comfortable with, and I know that if your feelings ever change, you'll be sure to let whoever it is know." He had a warm smile, and I think I finally understood what people said about their heart melting.

I didn't say anything. I just kissed him.


The night before James's birthday, I was second guessing his present and had no one to talk to. Sara was avoiding me, Lindsey was confused, and Dom was still mad. I decided to swallow my pride and talk to her. After all, she was my best friend.

"Dom?" I peeked into her bed. She was sitting there with her blonde hair piled on the top of her head.

"What?" she replied in a bored tone.

I sat on her bed "I'm sorry."

"Me too," she blurted out immediately. We hugged each other. "Let's never fight again!"

"Okay," I agreed.

We'd always had a simple way of working things out. We were Dom and Dem, and it was as easy as that. Best friends until the end.

I told her about my present idea, and she pushed me to do it, saying it was great, but she didn't want to hear anything about it. At exactly midnight, I made my way up to his dorm room, and snuck over to his bed, almost waking up Robert Roberts.

After securely closing James's curtains, I took off the shirt that had been covering my black, lacy lingerie. Of course, I'd also gotten him a watch and some other things, but this was supposed to be his main present. And I looked pretty hot if I said so myself.

"James," I whispered, leaning over him. I kissed his neck.

"Dem?" It took a second for his eyes to adjust, and when they did, they almost popped out. "Holy..."

"Happy Birthday." I smiled and sat down on his bed while he continued to gape.

When he finally recovered, he didn't say anything. He pulled me onto him, kissing me hungrily and gripping my hair in his fingers.

I think it was safe to say he was happy with his present.

A/N: I'm so sorry for being so lame lately! I promise that the next chapter will be quicker and (hopefully) longer! Also, I'm sorry for the lame filler/fluff! I'm working on it, so don't hate me!

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