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Breathless by dream_BIG

Rating: MatureStory Reviews: 1868
Chapters: 22
Words: 80692
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, Rose, OC
Genre(s): Fluff, Humor, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: OC/OC, Rose/Scorpius
Status: Work In Progress
First Published: 2009.10.06
Last Published Chapter: 2012.03.15
Last Updated: 2012.03.15
Favorite Story Of: 1058 users
Advisory: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

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The Situation? Life handed me a crapload of suck, and I responded by showing the maturity level of a three-year-old.  You know, hours of endless sulking, mental brat-fests, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize until later that maybe, just maybe, life was trying to teach me a little something called love – and the way it happens in the most unexpected of ways, with the most unexpected of people. Like, possibly, my husband.
Go figure.

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews Read
1 The Beginning of the End...of my life.

“Adele Potter. Mrs. Adele Potter. Mrs. Adele Ophelia Marilyn Jeannette Malfoy Potter.” James Potter finished proudly. “I like it.” He grinned at me again.
He didn’t just use The Full Name. HE DID NOT.
Does he want to die early?
Because, I mean, eighteen is a bit too early, don’t you think? He smirked at me again, and I suppressed an angry snarl. My eye twitched.
Must. Refrain. From. Maiming. Extremely. Annoying. Boy.

3178 71
2 Disaster.

I bet I was Hitler in my past birth, and am now repaying all my bad karma points in this life.
…or maybe Voldemort.
Or maybe both.

3796 63
3 Captain Obvious, to the Rescue!

Just bloody fantastic. Witch Weekly’s Hottest Teen of the Decade, and I only manage to attract a twelve-year-old.
Life sucks.

2224 66
4 I Battle A Rabid Rat.

Well, it can only get better from here, right?

2803 55
5 Well. This is Awkward.

I mean, how many of you would like to sleep on the same bed as Albus Potter?

Um. Don’t answer that.

5613 60
6 I'm Officially Creeped Out

My resemblance to an American gangsta is worrying.
So is the fact that I just used the term ‘gansta’.
…and this is where I stop think-rambling.             

3362 83
7 Gosh, Took You People Long Enough.

My brow furrowed – I don’t remember ever taking notice of him in school. I mean, I may have once or twice, since well, face it, he’s really hot, you know, with those eyes that just sort of –
Okay, I’m just going to stop talking.

4849 44
8 Then Let Me Know You.

Al ducked down under the table to retrieve his fallen glass, his face glowing. Mine was slowly turning a wildly attractive shade of puce as I continued to cough loudly due to the rather large piece of lettuce I had choked on.
Sexy, I know.

2475 68
9 This Is Insanity. Can I Go Home Now?

“You’re keeping a secret boyfriend behind your brothers’ backs?” I asked her, both awed by her bravery and irritated by her stupidity.
Wow, the epitome of Gryffindor.

4988 73
10 That Did Not Just Happen.

We're so in love it's almost sickening.

4697 109
11 This Could Not Get Any Worse.

 What is this, Come-To-Adele-With-Your-Girl-Problems Day?! Pretty soon I’ll have Al ambling up to me, hysterically proclaiming his love for some random chick he met on Diagon Alley.

Oh, what am amusing mental picture.

4702 88
12 Blurs and Whirlwinds.

  “Love, we have so much passion it’s nearly suffocating.”

4076 75
13 And Then Things Get Messy.

 His eyes were a million shades of perfection and it left me feeling breathless.

2868 72
14 Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now

 My brain needs to shut up and stop being confused.

3153 52
15 We Are Both Moronic Morons.

Wow, what a sexy troll imitation.

3081 78
16 Rainbows and Sunshine Unicorns.

 Insert: Uncomfortable Bowel Movements (translation into Girly Talk: Butterflies).

4028 126
17 Ten Million Fireflies.

I love you.

2277 74
18 And the Morning After.

 What great fun this is.

2599 113
19 Six Years, Three Months, and Four Days Later

You keep your shell up, and soon people are going to stop trying to break through. They’ll decide you’re a lost cause. 

3246 131
20 Donít Panic.

If my life got any better I’d start to worry.

4281 92
21 Green Eyes

Cool Mum status? I like it.

3807 85
22 Family.

I don’t like sharing.

4589 190

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