Amethyst

Chapter One

"How in the flying FUCK did James fucking Potter make Head fucking Boy?! There's gotta be a fucking law against it, I fucking swear to God!"

James smirked as he heard the feminine voice break out in profanities all down the corridor of the train as he slowed down to listen to her on his way up. He couldn't help but laugh. James Sirius Potter was an exceptional student despite popular disbelief, he was Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, he kept a solid E average in every class as well as being uncannily popular throughout Hogwarts. He wasn't overly surprised when he made Head Boy, his parents were incredibly proud, where as his cousin and best friend Fred had merely laughed at the notion. James figured it was just because the staff and professors at Hogwarts hoped it would calm his pranking antics, but he didn't plan on changing a bit. "It's McGonnagal, she's finally gone bonkers... Fucking James Potter..."

Finally making it to the compartment with the open door, he leaned against the door frame where he was meant to meet up with the Head Girl fifteen minutes prior and just watched her pace back and forth complaining to what he assumed to be one of her friends. He figured he'd be in right shit for being late, usually Ravenclaws got the position of Head Boy and Girl, but he didn't recognize the girl's name on the piece of parchment he'd received... not that he remembered it now. But he knew almost every Ravenclaw girl in his year. Smirking, James' eyes instinctively raked over her surprisingly fit body as he took her physique in with much appreciation. She was just about average height, but way above average form. She had legs that just kept on going, and what had to be one of the greatest asses in Hogwarts no doubt. One day James would have to thank the person that introduced leggings to the female population. How didn't he remember who she was?

"I'm going to assume it's because of my good looks..." James called out as he watched the girl whip around surprised. She was trim, but still had that certain appeal of curves to her that played James just right as he grinned and winked at her. She was a blonde bombshell, with some of the most gorgeous green eyes to die for, and a perfect explosion of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Adorable almost how they littered her face. He had no idea why it was he didn't recognize her. Her tight black pants and fitted top didn't leave much to the imagination but James was more preoccupied with her face now. She had sharp defined features, slightly sun-kissed skin, big bright doe eyes, and pouty lips James imagined would be heaven wrapped around his-

"Well it's about fucking time Potter." he smirked at her potty mouth as the other girl in the compartment giggled before excusing herself quickly without introduction.

"Sorry love... got caught up, you know how it is."

"Jesus Christ..." he smirked again as he listened to her speak. She had a London accent, but something about it was different, almost like she'd taught herself to speak with it. But he didn't question it, something like that wasn't significant. "Well it's pretty fuckin' pointless for you to be here now, I already finished the schedules for the prefects."

"Good to know you've got everything under control. I like that in a woman..." he grinned as she narrowed her eyes at him in a taut glare. Merlin could he get lost in those eyes.

Why didn't he know who she was?

He knew who every fit bird was in Hogwarts.

He'd already dated most of them.

It's true... Fred and him had a list.

Maybe she'd been one of Fred's girls then. James figured as he was pulled from his thoughts by her irritated sigh as he turned his attention back to her. "While I'd love to discuss the riveting details of this years patrol schedule, I'm more concerned with the fact I don't know your name... It's got to be as pretty as you though surely." He offered stepping closer to her as she scoffed and looked back at him.

"I've been in half your classes since third year Potter..."

"No, I would have remembered a pretty bird like you."

"Clearly not as well as I remember a petty asshole like you..." she deadpanned.

James smirked as he followed her out into the hall. "Come on now love, don't be like that..." he smirked as she huffed and continued walking.

"Seriously, a full year of this... I can't do it." He wanted to laugh at her talking to herself.

"Don't fight it sweetheart." he called out as she rounded on him with a glare set into her features. Still he thought she couldn't be more sexy.

"Don't call me sweetheart... We have a meeting with the prefects in ten minutes. When we get there, just sit down, and shut up. Alright?" she demanded as James smirked at her. "Actually, how about you just do that for the rest of the year." he grinned slightly as she rounded and took off again.

He loved himself a challenge.

When they finally made it to the compartment with the prefects, James couldn't help but smirk at the fact they were late. Legs, on the other hand, didn't find it so funny. "Sorry we're late guys, Potter was being an asshole." James grinned at her choice of words, he liked that she didn't hold anything back. But it rattled him that he still had no idea who she was. Looking around the compartment, he recognized some of the prefects. Two of the girls almost swooned when he walked in and James couldn't help but smirk.

All the Potter/Weasley children were known for their looks just as much as they were known for their parents. It was a known fact they were all exceptionally good-looking, and they were all painfully aware of the fact. "Right, so here are the schedule's for the year for patrolling. You'll be going in shifts of two, and it's your job to make sure you show up on time to cover your shift. You deal out punishments as you see fit, and the minute I get a report from anyone involving any kind of discrimination, you're screwed... literally. I won't tolerate inter-house discrimination at all. If you want to change shifts, or can't make it, I totally understand, there were times before when I couldn't make shifts. All that I ask is if you have to switch shifts, do it among each other, and just let us... just let me know okay?" the mystery girl offered as the others nodded. James laughed quietly when she corrected herself to omit him from the process.

She couldn't have been a prefect beforehand... he knew every prefect from having points shaven. How is it he'd managed to skip over her? It seemed highly improbable.

"Excuse me?" one of the prefect boys from Hufflepuff, James thought his name was Jacob, asked as Legs turned to him with a slight smile. "I never got your name, I'm sorry... I-I don't know it." he stuttered out as James smirked at his reaction to the girl's charming smile.

"Candace..." she offered before handing out the schedules. James still didn't recognize the name... though it was a beautiful one at that he decided. "As you all know you'll be expected to lead the students back to your houses following the feast, you'll find your passwords on your schedules. We have to remind you this every year, but please don't share your passwords with students from other houses. I know there's a lot of inter-house intercourse, but really... try to advise students to do it the old fashioned way in an abandoned corridor or something, I really don't want to have to shave points because a Hufflepuff was caught in the Ravenclaw tower for a quick shag. It's a waste of time... besides, it's never fun reporting to the headmaster that the most points were taken this year because kids wanted to have sex. I mean really guys... I'd take the library between the stacks... or you can always hit up the room of requirement."

James was slightly surprised to hear how open Candace was with the hole thing.

"I don't plan on running the school with an iron fist, it's my last year I'd really rather just enjoy it as much as the next person. Try to remember we're all just students, yeah?" she offered as the others around her nodded, some smiling. "But in saying that, I have no problem kicking any ass at any time. So do your jobs. If no one has any questions, you guys are free to go. We should be at the school in about an hour or two." she addressed them as everyone nodded before standing and filing out of the room.

The relationships between students from different houses wasn't nearly as strained as it used to be. It wasn't uncommon for Hufflepuffs to sit at the Gryffindor table with friends for meals... or Ravenclaws to make friends with Slytherins. So James was really surprised he had no idea who she was.

"Look, I don't know why they picked you, or what you hope to get out of this... but just stay out of my way, alright? You can have all the credit you want, but it would probably just be best if you took a back seat and let me take care of everything." James was only half paying attention as his eyes found themselves distracted by the sight of her bending over to pick up a stray schedule. She bent at the hips, displaying her gorgeous arse to him fully as he imagined what it would feel like to have his hands on her hips dragging her to meet him. How it would feel to be buried- "I'm fucking serious Potter!" he sobered up his thoughts immediately as he nodded and offered her the famous grin he and Fred had been using for years now to win over birds.

Shaking her head, James let her push past him as he leaned against the frame of the door and watched her storm off into the next cart.

"Alright James?" a voice called out from behind him as he turned only just enough to recognize Fred Weasley.

"Yea, yea... not bad. Say, you know who that was mate?"

"That's your head girl isn't it?"

"Yeah but I don't even know who she is."

"Not sure how you'd forget a fit arse like that one..."

"Exactly my thoughts dear cousin... exactly my thoughts."

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