To my loyal readers and reviewers, this is not the aformentioned sequel James story, which will be on its way soon, but it does fill in the gaps of exactly when/how James and Holly got together. It's quite a raunchy story showing them both as their true selves (with a bit of fluff!!). I just liked the characters so much that I wanted to show their beginning! There are only 5 chapters but please review!

Holly Weston was secretly a little bit jealous of her best friend standing at the front of the room in the beautiful white dress; all because Rose Weasley had found, and was marrying, the man she was destined to love. It was a man she had known all her life and only fallen in love with recently but it was true love and everyone knew it. However, Holly didn't begrudge her friend her happiness; she had been through a lot to get to the altar and Holly was still ecstatically happy for her. What she was really a little green eyed about was that it was all happening for Rose while Holly was single, yet again, and at the end of the night would be returning to her new, empty home alone.

The two girls had been friends since their first day at Hogwarts when they were only eleven years old and had been through everything together. At school they had shared their deepest secrets with one another; talked about boys together; cried about boys together and even fallen out about boys on occasion too! However their friendship had always weathered any storms and when school was over they had remained as close as ever. Their friendship had continued to strengthen as they met and dated different men, helped each other through the break ups and enjoyed good times along the way too. Rose had always had more trouble with men as she clung to them desperately, trying to force their love and until she had fallen for her childhood friend, Salamander Longbottom, she had always been unlucky in love because of it.

When Rose's heart had been broken because of Sal's ex-girlfriend, Holly had finally moved into the spare bedroom at Rose's house, where she had practically lived anyway. Not only had she found herself becoming even closer to her friend she had also become closer to her vast family who had visited frequently to try and coax her out of her melancholy. One of the visitors she had most enjoyed seeing was Rose's elder cousin and the biggest crush of Holly's school days, James Potter, who had been the most popular boy in school. At just a year older than she and Rose he had been drop dead gorgeous with jet black floppy hair and deep brown eyes, unfortunately though, he had known it.

During their school years he had dated tons of girls; he had sat in the common room snogging them or showed off on his broomstick in front of them by the lake but he had never so much as looked at his cousin's best friend. In the six years they had shared a common room he had barely said two words to her and it was only now that she was getting to know the real James Potter (who still knew he was gorgeous). She had grown out of her crush as she matured and though she still found him attractive and would never turn him down she had turned into a bit of a whirlwind dater herself, much like he was, and for a few years had had the time of her life. Watching her best friend finally find a loving and lasting relationship though had made her see that she wanted to find someone too, someone she could have a meaningful relationship with, and Holly knew that the time to stop being so promiscuous was drawing near.

Quite recently she had met a man called Goran who she had been chatted up by in the Leaky Cauldron; by the end of the night he had been in her bed and for a few weeks they had dated frenziedly. However, it had fizzled out when they realised that wild sex was the only thing they really had in common and though they had hooked up a couple of times since for a bit of nooky Holly now knew she was looking for more than that.

So here she was, at her best friend's wedding, dateless and being quite avidly and obviously stared at by the best man who just happened to be James Potter. She had noticed his peculiar stare when she had reached the bottom of the aisle behind Rose but knew he was actually staring a little further south than her face where her ample cleavage was on show in the fitted pale green robes she wore. Holly smiled when he caught her eye; he winked at her and she found herself feeling quite pleased that she had caught his attention, even though she knew he would only be after one thing. But one last promiscuous evening wouldn't hurt anything; especially if it would satisfy the teenager inside of her who would have done anything to get James Potter to wink at her once. As he continued to stare and smile suggestively she chuckled to herself as she thought it had not taken him very long to get back to his old ways. James, a serial womaniser for many years, had just ended the first serious relationship he had been involved in, which had lasted for almost two years, because the girl had broken his heart by sleeping with another man.

"You may kiss the bride," said the short wizard who was marrying them and everyone began to applaud the happy couple. A few minutes later the handsome James Potter held out his arm to Holly so they could follow the newlyweds up the aisle and out into the garden.

"Might I say you are looking mighty fine today Miss Weston?" he said with a wicked smile as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Any particular part of me?" she chuckled back glancing down at her chest.

"The whole package," he replied knowing exactly what she meant but trying to cover his tracks.

"Well, thank you," she said nodding her head in acknowledgement then she looked him up and down with a cursory glance and added, "I suppose you don't scrub up too bad yourself!"

"Cheers!" he laughed pretending to look hurt.

At the end of the aisle they parted ways and Holly allowed herself a hidden smile at his comment; the teenager inside of her rose again and enjoyed the flattery.

The rest of the day passed quickly as they took photographs, sat down to a four course meal and then started to dance the night away beneath the starry sky of the enchanted marquee ceiling. Throughout the day James kept giving Holly sly glances and curt nods and she smiled back at him feeling the teenage heart in her leap at his attention.

Standing with Dominique she watched on as the happy couple took to the floor for the first dance and chuckled along with her as Salamander struggled to keep up with the steps. She was so busy laughing when he tripped up again that she didn't hear anyone approaching her until she felt a hand slide round her waist and heard a voice whisper in her ear, "Care to dance?" Before she even had time to answer James grabbed her hand and twirled her around in the direction of the dance floor spinning her to face him and pulling her body close against his. He dropped one arm back onto her waist and the other took her hand so they could waltz around the empty parquee floor with the newlyweds. At the closeness of his body Holly felt her heart begin to race but she hid it from him as she put one hand on his chest and danced.

"I must say you have been a fantastic bridesmaid to Rose today Holly," he whispered spinning her around swiftly and then pulling her back against his muscular chest. "Apparently it is my place to thank the bridesmaids on Rose and Salamander's behalf," he continued in a cocky tone.

"In your toast," she laughed seeing a boyish twinkle in his eye.

"Well I thought I'd thank you personally," he whispered in her ear as they continued to slide around the floor.

"All of us?" she joked with an impish grin, "Even your cousins?"

"Well…" he paused and leaned back to eye her up and down before continuing, "…no, I was hoping that I might be able to thank you enough for all of them!" He wiggled his eyebrows at her again suggestively and Holly wanted to drag him off to bed there and then; however, despite her own promiscuous tendencies, she wasn't about to give in to James' charms too easily.

"Oh did you now?" she asked as the song ended and he leaned her over his arm dropping his face close to hers so their lips almost brushed, but when he put her back on her feet she pecked him on the cheek and walked away leaving him alone on the dance floor watching as she wiggled her hips provocatively.

James was hot on her heels and when she reached the chair she intended to sit down on he pulled it out and then said, "Can I get you a drink Holly?"

After she sat down she turned to look up at him demurely. "Yes, thank you," she answered, "vodka and pumpkin juice please."

"Coming up," he said bouncing away quickly in the direction of the bar while Holly watched him go. She had never dreamed that James would ever make a play for her and though she knew it would only be a one night stand her own curiosity told her it could be a very wild one night.

He was back within minutes carrying her drink and his own along with a couple of firewhiskey chasers which he set down on the table between them before sitting down in a chair beside her. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked with a wicked smile.

"Maybe," he replied, "do I need to?"

"Maybe," she answered demurely fluttering her eyelashes at him as she picked up the shot glass, "but for now you'll have to excuse me," she went on downing the firewhiskey with a tiny wince and then picking up her other drink, "I need to visit the ladies' room!" Then with a small smile and another gentle peck on his cheek she left him sitting alone and swaggered away from him in the direction of the toilets. She knew he was watching her go and when she got to the door she turned back to give him another small smile.

For a few hours she carefully avoided contact with James by talking to various friends and guests always finding excuses to move on every time he caught up with her but she kept offering him sly glances so he knew she was somewhat interested. Eventually people began to peter away from the celebration and Holly decided to get a little fresh air; she left the huge marquee but chanced a glance at James as she reached the door and caught his eye before walking through the linen draped entrance way. He winked at her and then excused himself from the group of people he was talking to as she passed through and he made to follow her out.

Walking down the side of Rose's grandparent's home she headed towards a large oak tree on the edge of the wood which ran beside it. She was feeling a little drunk from all the champagne and vodka and knew James' firewhiskey had not helped either. When she reached the tree she backed herself up against it and closed her eyes for a moment gently breathing in the cool fresh air. The sound of a twig snapping made her open her eyes and peer into the darkness but it was so shadowy beneath the trees she could make out nothing; however a nearby voice reassured her as she realised who it was. "Are you leading me on a wild goose chase?" James asked appearing from the shadows and leaning against the tree next to her.

"No, I was simply getting some air," she answered feeling her heart begin to beat madly again. Being alone like this with James was something she never dreamed would happen to her but she still wasn't going to make it too easy for him.

"And you didn't want me to follow you?" he whispered glancing over at the marquee where Rose and Sal were saying goodbye to more guests.

"Not especially," she lied.

"Well, I'd better be going then," he replied pretending to sound hurt and pushing himself away from the tree.

"Well…seeing as you are here now…you might as well keep me company," she said nonchalantly.

"Are you sure?" he asked turning back and placing one arm on the tree trunk trapping her against it with his body which was barely a hair's breadth away from her.

She looked up into his face which was only inches from her own and nodded slowly, "Well…it…is a…little lonely," she uttered trying to control the tinge of nervousness in her voice.

"I told you; you wanted me to follow you," he breathed leaning in even closer to her so their chests touched and sliding his free hand up to her waist making her shudder slightly. "Are you cold?" he whispered leaning down until their lips were almost touching.

"No," she murmured feeling her resolve to make him work harder crumble as his masculine odour filled her nostrils and his nose grazed her own.

"So how about that thank you?" he whispered, carefully dropping his lips against hers. With a soft groan she returned the rugged, passionate kiss he then gave her. Their heads moved simultaneously as it deepened and Holly felt James' hand slide down to her bottom which he squeezed gently pulling her closer to his body. When they pulled apart she felt breathless and he was panting but didn't let her go, "Maybe we should…get out of here?" he suggested and though every part of her mind told her she shouldn't give in so easily her body disagreed.

"Maybe," she answered breathlessly bringing her hands up to rest on his chest.

"Only maybe?" he repeated leaning down to give her another passionate kiss. "I was hoping for a yes," he added confidently when they broke apart again. By this point Holly had gone weak at the knees and felt like a love struck school girl trying to hold herself steady and not give away her true desire to rip his clothes off there and then.

"A little too sure of yourself," she answered with a smile, "what makes you think I'm that easy?"

"I don't think you're easy," he answered taking his other hand from the tree and sliding it around her to join the other hand on the small of her back, "you certainly haven't been easy tonight!"

"But you have," she chuckled sliding her fingers along the edges of his waistcoat, "maybe you ought to play a little harder to get!"

"If I played hard to get too though I definitely wouldn't be getting a shag tonight!"

"Says who?" Holly whispered leaning up to give him a quick kiss and then catching him off guard she gently pushed him away with the hands she had on his chest and ran down the hill behind the tree hoping he would follow her. She wasn't disappointed when she reached the stream and heard a rustling noise behind her.

She squealed as he grabbed hold of her waist and spun her to face him, "You little tease!" he growled placing his hands on her bottom again and forcing another kiss on her which she gratefully received. "So…your place or mine?" he asked confidently. "For coffee," he added with a wink when she pretended to put on a look of outrage. She knew that he thought he was betting on a sure thing but he added, "Come on, you have to give me something; at least you know whether you're getting laid tonight or not!"

"And you don't?" she asked.

"Not with you!" he laughed, "I can't tell if I'll be lucky or not! But a coffee wouldn't hurt anything would it?" he finished with a sly wink.

"Well…I know I don't have any…coffee," she said fluttering her eyelashes again.

"Then it's lucky for you I bought a new canister just yesterday isn't it?" he said suggestively.

"Just lucky for me?" she grinned.

"Shall we?" he said with a cocky smile.

"I'll…see you there," she answered knowing she was going to make him sweat for a few minutes before she turned up at his door.

"As you wish Madame," he joked stepping back and offering a low bow before he fixed her with a stare; turning on the spot,swiftly he left her alone in the darkness by the waterside.

Holly took a deep breath and waited a while before apparating to his flat; she bided her time throwing pebbles into the water feeling like a teenage schoolgirl getting giddy about her first kiss. She knew this was going to happen now, and so did he, and she was totally excited by the prospect. After the longest ten minutes of her life she took another deep breath and then apparated to James' door. Her heart pounded as she knocked on it and his footsteps on the other side seemed to stomp to the beat of it. When he opened the door he leant against the frame with one elbow and ruffled his hair, "I thought you might have changed your mind!" he said with a grin.

"I didn't want you to feel too sure of yourself; there are plenty of other places I could get a coffee!" she replied nonchalantly as she slipped under his arm and into the flat. James turned around and closed the door of the flat as she took the liberty of sitting down then he walked into the kitchen.

"One lump or two?" he asked before heading in to make the drinks.

However he had only just lit the ring beneath the kettle when he heard the door swing open behind him and Holly whispered, "Er…James, I forgot…I don't really like coffee."

At the sound of her voice he turned to face her and his jaw dropped.