A/N: Ok, I admit it. I am very worried about this story

So really honestly thanks for reviewing and reading.

I hope you liked the idea I had

It won't be a big story either. Too much like 'The Mess'

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: A mistake

I am a bloody fool. You know, one of those people that walk by you in the street and you go like, 'Oh, poor guy. He was always somewhat slow. I remember him from school . His name was something like, Patrick, or Pattison, or maybe Philip.' And move your head up-side-down in pity.

Well, that's me.

And if you think I'm overreacting then just listen to this.

It started out as a good day. I assure you it did. No matter how wrong things turned out. At the beginning all was good. Much like in our relationship actually.

I went to work at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with the best of moods. We had lots of people in the shop today but no problems occurred and we earned lots of money. Now that might not be my dream job but I surely enjoy the good salary and the unlimited prank material.

To add to the good work climate today uncle-George allowed me to leave half an hour earlier. So I was in the main street of Diagon Alley with money on my pocket and thirty minutes to spare and I wondered. What can I do to spent this half-hour?

And that's when trouble begun. I thought –without wanting to I assure you- why not go and pick up my jolly little girlfriend from work?

I cursed myself of course for that idea but when I did so it was way too late. So I walked to the building where The Daily Prophet is roofed determined to pick her up and tell her straight off that I want to split.

I open it's big fancy door and head inside with big steps. Let's make it quick. I thought.

I found her office easily since I had been there before. Months ago when I still thought she liked me. However as soon as I open the door (with a heavy heart) I hear voices from inside and step back.

The one I know. It is hers. I would recognize that hateful voice everywhere. About the other I'm not sure. Must be one of her colleagues . She never lets me go out with them.

"I honestly don't understand you Juls." The reporter says agitated. Oh! Do you think she's seeing someone behind my back? Cause that would be awesome. I wouldn't even need to explain why I hate her. I would just insult her, call her a bitch and break up.

"What do you mean Grey?" Grey? As in Gredrick Wood? The journalist? The famous author? I see now. What's James Potter, son of the Chosen one, compared to Gredrick Wood?

"I mean I can't figure out why you stay in the office so late every day when your job finishes hours earlier." What? Could you please repeat the question? Her job finishes hours earlier?

"I-I need to prepare for next week's article." She stammers? Why does she stammer?

I know it is very annoying to hear comments in the form of questions but what can I say? (See I did it again) Noone explains anything to me.

"Oh really? And how many weeks forward are you?" Wood asks sarcastically. I'm guessing from his manner that she's some weeks forward.

"Lots." She says it so simply. Like she wanted to confess it. This is wrong. So wrong. Why would she stay here to work all day when she could do all sorts of things? Didn't I say she is one workaholic girl? I must have.

"Why?" My point exactly mate.

"I can't go home to him." Him? Like me? I'm sorry but I did nothing wrong. I am not to be blamed. I am James , not him.

"Did he hurt you Juls?" The prick! Who does he think I am? A pervert of some king? Hurt her! Ridiculous.

"Ye-yes. I mean you could say he did." The liar! The bitch! Using me to get to him. If I ever get my hands on her then I will really hurt her and…

"How dares he lay his hands…" No! How dares she say those-!

"Oh! No. Not that way Grey. He just hates me so!" I most certainly do…Hey! How does she know?

"Don't be foolish Juls. He's your boyfriend, he can't hate you!" Right. Or maybe , just maybe he can…Just saying.

"Yeah…I don't know. I just feel so bad when he's next to me. He treats me bad and I can't stand him sometimes." Same here sweetie.

"Nonsense. You are so nice together." Well, I have to admit it mate. I've been a Seeker for years but I've never seen an eye as sharp as yours. Ha!

"No we're not. We don't even fit. He has all those annoying habits that are absolutely intolerable. I mean I feel sick every time he jokes." Like I care. I feel more proud of myself just cause she dislikes me.

"Hmm, he does have an interesting sense of humor indeed." What sort of wet blankets are these journalists? Not liking my humor!

"The thing is I'd rather stay here and work non-stop till next century than go home to him." Till next century huh? Deal!

"That would be idiotic. You can just break up with him. There are people here more than willing to take his place you know." Oh that's more than enough. I won't sit here and watch them flirting and laughing behind my back.

I'm going in now.

"James?" Surprise!

"Potter! Erm , nice to see you." Same here Wood. I mean who wouldn't be glad to see the guy that corners their girlfriend ?

"Hello Wood. Julia, you seem busy are you ready to go or do you need some more time?" She seems just a bit embarrassed. Good. She should be.

"It's ok I can go now. Just wait a moment to take my next weeks article and my cloak." I nod and wait. She is quick. In less than five minutes we're out in the streets.

"Come on let's Apparate home." She says and I am tempted to say yes. No. No, this is wrong. You must break up with her James not take her to bed. Especially not your bed.

"No. I'd rather walk. You Apparate." I suggest. It's a good trick. I know she'll never agree to this. She's too ashamed for what she did.

"It's fine. I'll go with you." She mutters. The best thing about this trick is , it always works.

However what doesn't work in this case is my bloody brain.

I try to talk to her . Tell het it is over. Yet, nothing comes out of my mouth. I just keep repeating her words in my head. 'I'd rather stay here and work non-stop till next century than go home to him'. How can she be so mean as to imply I treat her bad? The bitch.

Before I know it we're home and I'm afraid I've lost yet another chance. Crap.

I open the door and as soon as we're inside she all over me.

She messes my hair with her hands, like I do when I'm nervous , only she does it better. She kisses my neck, my chin, my mouth and I can't hold myself back.

"Drop it Julia." I breathe. She ignores me. Typical.

Her hands are on my face, my hair, my back. Have I told you how her touch disarms me?

I kiss her back . No in fact I just crush my lips on hers and she responds immediately deepening the kiss like only she can. And the more I feel the need for breath the more I kiss her. Then suddenly I stop hesitant as my hands are almost under her shirt.

"James!" She whispers pleadingly. I see a pained look in her eyes and a glance of lust.

I feel my body shiver and I tie my arms around her.

Once again I am defeated.

Yet, no matter how many times she kisses me tonight I will never stop hating her.

Cause this is just a mistake.

A/N: I know I know grown-up material. But it is hardly visible right?

I know most of those who followed from the Mess must feel a bit out of place

However I wanted something different that's all

So come on all of you review

I always love to hear opinions!!!

I love ya all

Sarah