Not Just A Bet

An James Sirius Potter love story

2)Leave him breathless. Check. I felt bad about playing him like a violin, but a bet's a bet. I couldn't lose this bet. My future depended on it. Scorpius wouldn't kill me. He'd just make my life hell. I exhaled. James was yapping about his parents. At least his parents loved each other. Mine don't . Anyway , I was getting worried about phase 4. I'd have to wait till the next Hogsmeade visit, get some fire whiskey and….. Maybe I'm saying too much. Spoiling it. I hate spoiling things. I sat with him during the study periods. Scorpius seemed to be getting worried. Phase 3 was in progress. Phase 3 was simple. Get him to trust me. It was working.

-A Couple hours later-

"I think something's wrong with Albus. He seems … jumpy lately. Like prison bitch jumpy. " James was serious. I almost laughed.

"Ouch." I replied. "Scorpius is always threatening to ruin my life. " I said. He sighed. And shook his head.

"Scorpius is cruel." I nodded. "You know, Cora. I never thought I'd trust a Malfoy" he said. 3) Get him to trust me. Check.