A/N: This is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.


I wake up a few hours later to someone blundering around in the kitchen. I jump out of bed and run silently down the hall before peering into the kitchen.

"Shit!" says James, hopping around on one foot.

I laugh and walk around the corner into the kitchen.

He whirls around and bangs his head on the door of the cabinet he was just looking in. "Fuck!" he moans.

I laugh even harder.

"Shut up!" he says rubbing his head. "You changed it since last time!"

I nod. "It's been three years of course I have!"

"Right," he replies, plopping down into one of the chairs at the table.

"Are you hungry?" I ask pulling my water bottle out of my fridge.

"Yeah."

I quickly make some waffles, put them on a plate and head over to the table. I set the plate down and get James some milk, peanut butter and syrup. I put the glass down in front of him and hand him the peanut butter and syrup.

"You remembered," he states raising an eyebrow.

"Of course," I say sitting down across from him.

I watch him eat his waffles as I sip my water.

"So what exactly are you doing here?" I ask.

"I needed a place to crash," he answers.

I nod. "You can if you want."

"Thanks."

"No problem." I stand up. "I'm going back to bed. You know where the pillows and blankets are."

He nods and continues eating.

I'm walking from the room when I hear him say: "Goodnight."

" 'Night!" I call.


I wake up again. Am I ever gonna sleep? I sit up and let my eyes adjust to the dim lights. I see James walking around the room.

"Wateryoudoing?" I murmur sleepily.

"Er...I was wondering if you had any of my old clothes? I don't want to sleep in jeans if I don't have to," he says.

"I think so," I reply standing up and stretching. I walk over to my closet and shove a bunch of clothes out of the way and pull out a box. I open it up and pull out one of his Puddlemere United t-shirts and a pair of pajama bottoms. I chuck them to him and walk back to my warm and comfortable bed. I fall onto it and say: "Your welcome!"

He laughs. "You could've just told me where they were!"

"You would've got it wrong!"

"That's probably true."

I feel something sit on my bed.

"I'm sorry I left," he says quietly.

But I'm already asleep.


The next time I wake up it's actually morning. I roll over and whack something. I open my eyes and see James sleeping next to me. Just like old times.

"It's been such a weird night!" I say over the phone to my cousin Lindsay.

"What happened?"

"Well I went to Ophelia's birthday party right? On my way home I ran into James!" I say, putting the phone on speaker phone so I can make breakfast.

"James? As in Potter? As in the one who ditched you?"

"The one and only," says James.

"Was that him?" says Lindsay, as I whirl around.

"Yeah," I answer. "And he scared the shit out of me."

They both laugh. "Shut up," I slap James' arm. "Lindz can you come over?"

"Yeah why?"

"I'm coming to get you." I hang up the phone and apparate to her house. When she's ready I apparate us back.

"Hey," says James who's leaning against the counter.

Lindsay nods and sits down on a chair.

"Aw no hug? Not even a 'Hello James it's good to see you' ?"

"I don't say hello to assholes."

"Oo burn."

"Seriously though. Do you have any idea of the things that happened when you left?"

James stopped smiling. He looks down and keeps quiet.

"Exactly."

I drag Lindsay to my room. "Seriously Lindsay?"

"It's true."

"He didn't need to know that."

"I didn't say exactly what happened."

"Yeah but-"

"What did happen?" asks James.

"Awesome," I mutter. "James why don't you just go eat."

"I want to talk about everything."

"Bye!" says Lindsay. "How do I get a hold of Fred or someone?"

I apparate to Fred's, grab his arm and apparate back. "Take Lindsay," I sigh.

"Uh okay..." he grabs Lindsay's arm and apparates away.

"Your turn," James says.


A/N: Uh hello. Please review. Oh and I know these are not very long. They will get longer as I write more.