The story of a new kind of best friends, and how they changed one another for the better. a womaniser, and an almost feminist, an unlikely love story? Not really.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter I just love it very much and love to play pretend.
Once again dedicated to my lovely Lydia, oooh this kid makes me giggle, (hey Lydia try to spot me in the fic!). Also to the fabulous miss Alex Kurtz for being a genuine legend and all round good friend, even from the other side of the Atlantic.
Ahh Thursday, I thought to myself as I rolled out of bed, the sun was shining, I was 16 years old and the son of the most famous wizard and witch of the age, and I have Quidditch practice today. Could life get any better?
As I was purposely messing up my hair in front of my mirror, I mentally planned my day; "Katie in double Herbology this morning." I thought and an image of Katie Delany flew into my head: Muggleborn, Ravenclaw, blonde and legs that went up to her armpits. She was also desperate for my attention, perfect.
"Marie in transfiguration third." Marie Davies, a curvy brunette little Gryffindor who was a sucker for badboys, quite literally sometimes. Easy.
"Finally we have Georgina Leapvaughn in double history of magic last."
She had a sexy black bob and huge boobies and loved a little touchy feely under the table during a boring lesson.
I brushed my teeth, pulled on my uniform and checked my self out in the mirror again, messy black hair like my father, chocolate brown eyes like my mother, shirt always tucked in and sleeves rolled up to show off a toned stomach and not to muscley arms.
I made my way through the common room and through the crowd of people staring at me, till I reached the portrait hole and the person who waited for me there.
"Come on Potter you prick, stop strutting, I'm fucking hungry!" my best friend Isolde greeted me in her usual style and I ruffled her fake neon red hair.
"Good morning, my sweet Isolde! And how are we today?"
"Don't fucking call me that." Izzy smiled and punched my shoulder, which she only just reached. We ate breakfast in the great hall the same way we had since our first year, talking in our own little world as if no one else was there.
"No way Potter!" Izzy began. "Accio love is not the weird sisters' best song, it is defiantly final breath!" she said enthusiastically.
"I'll show my arse if it is!" I replied and Izzy laughed.
"You'd do that anyway."
"Fair point Wykendell." I told her and laughed myself. "
Isolde Wykendell had been my best friend since 1st year; she was a metamorphagus, and a half blood, two things I was rather familiar with. She had shoulder length fake red hair, brown eyes like mine and all the qualities you could need in a best friend. Izzy was sweet when she needed to be, sharp as a tack when it came to humour and had lots of strange quirks like a love of burlesque dancing and being terribly afraid of things touching her neck, but most of all she was trustworthy, loyal courageous and generous.
"Why are you looking at me like that James you fucking weirdo?" Ha-ha did I mention she loved to swear more than my uncle Ron on the firewhiskey?
"No reason Iz, I just fucking love you mate." I smiled.
"Now you're talking my language arse face." She laughed and messed my hair for me. "But that was feminine, even for you." I slung my arm around her shoulders and we walked to Herbology.
The day went by swimmingly, Herbology was a dream I flirted at my best (me and Izzy high fived on it later.), I got a blow job. I was on fire in Transfiguration and got a serious snogging session in a cupboard somewhere, and felt up a girl in history of magic. It had been a great day.
And when I got back to the common room I was rather tired.
"Big P." Izzy greeted me as I sat down in my favourite squishy chair by the fire.
"Mate, hows it hanging?" I said our traditional greeting.
"Like a blue whale," she continued and smiled. She crossed her legs in her chair. "So how was today stuuud?" she emphasised the last word into a girly voice she rarely used.
I recounted to her the days events and she laughed and "nice one,"ed
In all the right places.
"James Sirius Potter, you are a disgrace to boy kind." My rather feminist cousin Dominique spat at me.
"Hello dom." I laughed.
She walked off and made a peace sign at Izzy which she respectfully returned. Ahhh women.
"Anyways, I'm off to bed." I told Izzy, I bent down and kissed her on the cheek at the same time she kissed mine. We were a different kind of best friends the kind who could share a bed and not care, the kind who would have their arms around each other and not think anything of it. We were close beyond belief.
"Night dick face." She said. I walked up the stairs to the boy's dorm, and for some reason I held my hand the spot where she had kissed my cheek, it still felt tingly as I dropped off to sleep.
"Night dick face." I said. And as James walked away I held the spot on my cheek where he had kissed me.