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A/N: Okay guys! First off, I am so so so suuuuper sorry that I haven't posted any new chapters. In my feeble defence, I got really sick for a while there and spent most of my time in a hospital bed. All better now though! Secondly, There will be few changes in POV in this chapter, but I'm not headlining who at each change, so pay attention!But no worries, it will be pretty obvious. Lastly, thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed and/or followed thus far, and I hope you enjoy the next lovey dovey, Valentines inspired chapter!

-Elf x

Also, I have started a tumblr page for this story, it will have character profiles from when I was writing my original notes for the story, info on story updates etc :

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Chapter 3 : Pillow Talk

"Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere."
―Mae West

Song that inspired the chapter title: Sweater Weather – The Neighbourhood

"Gimme back my skirt, I have to go!" I giggled girlishly as the gorgeous 17 year old boy in front of me dangled my school skirt just out of reach, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"Come on Lee, one more from the road?" he banters cheekily, making my grin even wider as I leaned over to grab for the skirt , my front flush against his (as , no doubt, was his intention).

"Yeah sure, who needs Charms anyways? " I scowl sarcastically, although my heart wasn't fully in it. Secretly, I was feeling myself give in to him.

"Exactly! That's what I'm saying. Now get in here you beautiful little tease so I can kiss you"

I sighed happily, sinking into bed beside this wonder of a boy as he kissed me tenderly, cradling my face as though it were made of porcelain and making me feel more vulnerable than I ever had before.

This was true intimacy, and for the first time in my life, I regretted all the others before him. I had never seen sex as anything else but just what it was. I had never felt bad for one second of pleasure, or one ounce of longing to do it all over again. I just gave it away in my fourth year to some random sixth year Hufflepuff boy in the broom closet next to the Astronomy Tower, because he seemed sweet and I was curious.

When I was with this boy though, I wanted nothing more than to go back. I wish he could have been my first.

Oh well, maybe I can settle for making him my last.

"I need to tell you something" I pant breathlessly as he peppers a light trail of kisses up and down my collar bone.

"Mmm?" he mutters questioningly, not really paying attention to anything that wasn't attached to his lips.

"... I ….love...you" I finally manage to whisper between kisses.

He stops dead.

His silence lasts a lifetime.

Okay, not a lifetime, but it felt that way at the time!

Oh no. He hates me.

More seconds pass

This is literally the worst moment of my life.

"Hey Weasley , Longbottom sent me up here to see why you weren't in He- LEANNE ?! "

Scratch that, THIS moment is most definitely worse.

"Oh, hey Frank!" I smile weakly "You remember Fred right?"

"You're unbelievable" I fume, buttoning up my shirt as I scowled at my dirty rat of a boyfriend.

"Why thank you" he smirked back. Cocky fucker. God I hate him.

No I don't. I love him.

I have decided though, quite recently in fact, that he is one of the most- no- the most infuriating person on the entire planet!

"Shut up!" I snap angrily, not in the mood to play games.

"Oh come on Rosie, it's not my fault that you find me so irresistible that you just had to have me right here in this broom closet" He chuckled, ruffling his stupid sexy blonde hair as he looks for his Slytherin tie.

"That's not what happened and you know it" I hiss angrily, pulling my skirt back down with what little dignity I could muster.

"That's pretty much how I remember it" he smiles, trying to anger me even further.

Stupid Malfoy. Stupid Me.

One time, I told him that arguing with him turns me on, and now he's picking fights whenever and wherever he can.

Now, it's not that I don't like sex. I really, really do.

It's just getting so bloody inconvenient.

And it's not like I haven't tried to just stop.

I have tried.

But he just gets me so raging mad, and hot, and bothered, and then I can't concentrate on any of my work anyway until I've dragged Scorpius to the nearest place that has the slightest semblance of privacy and worked out my problems.

Well, not this time.

"Oh no, not this time mister!" I screech "You're not getting a round two! I know that's what you're doing Malfoy! I'm not falling for it this time. You can go suck an egg! I've had enough! There is now a penis embargo on the Isle of Rose , and if you think my little island can't take care of all of it's issues on its own then think again mister! Think again and again, because I make the decisions here, and you are now a persona non grata!"

I storm out of the broom closet, mess of red curls flouncing behind me, leaving behind a very confused looking Scorpius. Hmph! He can go and think on that , might do him some good to let the blood flow to his head for a change.

I must admit. I'm feeling pretty bad-ass!

That is, until, I trip over my still loose shoelaces and go flying, knocking down an unsuspecting Lucy on her way to potions.

Dear Lord, would it kill you to let me have one graceful, non-humiliating moment of relief from this comedy of errors that you call my life?

"Hello Hugo, bit of light reading?"

I blink at the blonde pixie-like girl in front of me, surprised by her sudden appearance. Although, he should be used to it by now, having known her since birth.

It was unusual though, to see her without her partner in crime. I could only remember a handful of times in my entire life I had seen one without the other.

"Oh, hullo Evangeline , no, just reading up on some new Quidditch strategies. Homework from James. If you're looking for Lily, I haven't seen her today."

"Oh no, Lily and I aren't speaking at the moment so I thought I would come and have a chat with Teddy , he's always been kind to me. You know, you're the only person who calls me Evangeline? Everyone else calls me Evie, even my mother."

She looked at me with a faraway look in her eye, as if trying to figure something out. It was scary how much she looked like Aunt Luna when she did that.

"Evangeline is a pretty name, I like it, but if you prefer I can call you Evie?" I asked

"No no, I like Evangeline as well, my father picked the name" a flicker of sadness crossed her face then, and I felt compelled to comfort her, but I didn't know how, so instead I just stood there like a useless lump.

"Wait, did you say that you and Lily have fallen out?" I asked, thinking bad to a few moments before.

"Oh yes. We fall out quite often , she's rather fiery you know?" she stated matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I suppose she is" I chuckled , knowing only too well just how 'fiery' Lily Potter could be if she wanted to. "What is she upset about now?"

"I told her that I thought that Mr. Bombadil was a silly name for a cat, and apparently I insulted her by not having read the book from which the name originates. Apparently she loaned it to me months ago and asked me to read it."

"You've never- What do you mean never?" I sputtered incredulously "How have you NEVER read Lord of the Rings?"

"You're fond of this book too?" she asked , seeming mildly interested.

"Book? No, no, this is an experience Evangeline, its epic! You see , there are these rings of power..." I began excitedly, ready to dive into the epic tale.

What I didn't notice though, was the almost imperceptible smile on Evie's lips, or the flash of red hair duck out from behind the bookshelf behind me to flash her a quick thumbs up and reassuring smile.

Looking back, I should have known that Lily was behind this, the girl's a straight up genius!

I inhale deeply as the delicious smoke fills my lungs, the nicotine instantly relaxing my nerves and sending me into an instant state of calm. I know I shouldn't smoke, Mum would kill me for one thing, and a pissed off Ginny Potter is just bad for everyone involved.

But hey, I do a lot of things I shouldn't. For example, I shouldn't be sleeping with my cousins best mate in the whole world, who also happens to be my girlfriend, when we both know that I'm in love with someone else. I also shouldn't be hiding the fact that one of my best mates has been having sex with the sister of my other best friend all summer behind his back, and I definitely shouldn't be skipping NEWT level potions to smoke behind Greenhouse 3 in an effort to avoid the aforementioned girlfriend.

But hey, I'm James Potter, that's who I am. Or it's who the press say I am anyway.

James Potter: Playboy Extraordinaire. Womaniser, Spoiled, Troublemaker.

The worst part is, it's all garbage. I get amazing grades in all of my classes, which I actually secretly work really hard to get. I may pull pranks, but nothing that would ever get anyone hurt or into any serious trouble.

And spoiled? With Harry for a father; I think not. If we ever wanted anything we had to earn it, and learning about how horrible his childhood was, I'm damn grateful for everything that I have. I have had 5 girlfriends in the past 2 years, never cheated on any of them, and only slept with Orlaith who I have been dating since before the summer, so sue me dammit!

But does anyone care about that? Nope.

So for once, I've decided to live up to their expectations; skive off class, smoke a couple of cigarettes and feel sorry for myself. So there.

I hear footsteps approaching and panic, trying to find a safe place to put out my cigarette.

"Calm down Potter, it's only me."

My heart flutters when I hear her airy laugh coming closer. Merlin I'm pathetic.

"Well, I thought you were one of my cousins or something! They do make up around seventy-five percent of the school population you know" I said drolly.

"Really? I thought it was more like eighty now? Oh well, you do have a point, the odds were with you on that one. Don't worry though, I'll keep your secret if you give me one"

I snort at her reply. I love how sharp she is, talking with her is just so engaging and entertaining and a whole other mess of gooey crap that I can't explain without feeling like a complete wuss.

"I didn't know you smoked Maddock , not very smart is it 'Claw?" I tease, handing her one, although I am genuinely surprised that I had missed this habit we apparently share.

"What does that say about you Jamie?" she snarks back, fumbling with the lighter, "And, I don't usually, decided to start, just been that kind of day. That's why I came here, I knew this is where you would be."

"I'm supposed to be in Potions. How did you know I was here?" I asked sceptically.

"You had a fight with Pritchard at lunch today, I knew you would want to avoid her. This is where you come when you're stressed. I've known you your whole life witless, I will always know where find you. You can't escape!"

She says that last part with a sinister smile and wide eyes, making me laugh heartily, clearly trying to cheer me up. She's always doing this, looking after all of us, and by us I mean her friends, when we're sad or sick, It's almost like a superpower the way she can sniff out hurt and worry and know exactly what to say or do to make us feel better. I know that she's always trying to fix everyone else because she feels guilty that she can't do anything to help her mother. I pretend I don't know that's what she's doing, but it is.

"Okay psycho, you've successfully cheered me up, now tell me about this horrible day you've been having that's so bad it's driven you to smoke?"

She takes a deep drag on her smoke before answering, before promptly screwing up her face in disgust and throwing it away.

"Yuck! That's horrible James. Never let me do that again!" she exclaims loudly, before shuffling along to sit right beside me and leaning her head against my shoulder.

"And no, I really don't want to talk about today, what I want to do is sit right here with you , hear about your stupid fight with your lovely girlfriend and pretend that my problems don't exist for a while".

So that's what we did. I put my arm around her , and started talking. If that's what she needs from me right now, that's what I'll give her.

Dear Teddy,

I miss you so much I can't breathe! It's only been two weeks and it feels like it's been an age! The apartment feels so empty without you, and I miss seeing when I get home , and telling you about my day. Don't get me wrong though ma cherie, I am so glad for you that you have found a job that you love that DOESN'T put you in harms way! I'd much rather be married to Ted the boring Hogwarts librarian than Teddy Lupin, the recently deceased Auror ! Looks like you took after your father after all! I'm sure both of them would be so proud of you. You are such a wonderful man Ted, and I can't wait until the day I become your wife! Only 6 more months.

Please give all of the kids my love when they stop by. And please please PLEASE write me more, your lovely letters are what get me through the day.

Well its getting late now, and I have an early start in the morning,

Bonne nuit mon amour,

Victoire Weasley (Soon to be Lupin – Eek!) xxxxx

Vic,

I miss you too, I'm so sorry I haven't written more. Madam Pince is even more terrifying now than she was when we were at school, she's been working me day and night to make sure that I know her "system" before she leaves. It mostly seems to involve a lot of screaming and throwing things at children paired with treating every book like it's my first born child.

Anyway, how are things at the nursery? The little terrors broken you down yet? If not, well done to you, you're a greater (wo)man than I!

All joking aside though, I really am truly happy here Vic. Happy in a way I never was at the Academy. I can't wait until you're my wife so that you can join me here, you should see the room they've given us! Way swankier than the ones the students have, it's like our own little apartment!

I don't think I can wait until Easter to see you love, there's a Hogsmeade visit in 6weeks time, meet me there?

I need to look at that gorgeous smile, and kiss your lips and feel at home again, the way I only do with you.

I promise that I'll write more, every day if m'lady requests it!

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Your future husband (and bona fide sex symbol!)

Teddy xxxxx

To the bona fide sex symbol (?) ,

Of course I will meet you there ! Wild horses couldn't keep me away!

Perhaps you could show me around this " little flat" when I come to visit? I have a particular interest in the bedroom...

I am so glad that you are happy my sweet, and I cannot wait to start our new life together.

The children are wonderful, I too have found a job that I love! I can't wait until it's our own children we're running around after , just the thought has me smiling as I write this letter.

And I accept your offer to write to me every single day. Don't miss one, or you're in trouble mister!

Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny send their love, and ask that you write to them more as well, they do miss you.

Until we see each other again mon cherie,

Vic xxxxxx

A/N: Well, that concludes this fluffy chapter! Let me know what you think of the changes in POV. Hope you enjoyed!