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Once upon a time… or the morning after
I don't want to wake up.
Everything is just so damn comfortable. Everything just feels so good. I don't remember the last time I woke up feeling this good. I don't recall going to bed but I must have because there is no way that the floor is this comfortable. Honestly, the has got to be the most comfortable bed in history. I moaned and snuggled closer to the pillow I was cuddling. I don't usually do that, maybe that's why this is so comfortable. I should conduct an experiment. Although, this pillow was hard not soft; which makes no sense. comfortable pillows aren't hard they're soft.
Oh well, sometimes things have to be overlooked if it means having the worlds most comfortable sleep. I will probably never go to sleep and wake up feeling this comfortable again. Yes it's that good.
I felt something tug at my waist then it tightened around my waist; pulling me closer. Wait a sec... Pillows don't pull people closer. Pillows don't do anything.
Ahem ahem.
I'm pretty sure someone's clearing their throat above me. Eh who cares. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away.
Ahem ahem!
Apparently not. The throat clearing was getting louder and more annoying.
"Wake up you lazy bastards!" shouted a voice above me.
I opened my eyes and blinked to adjust to the sudden brightness. I saw the gang staring down at me. "What the hell are you guys doing?" I groaned out rubbing my eyes.
"We should be asking you the questions." James said.
"What do you mean?" I said trying to get up but something wrapped around my waist kept me pinned me down. I twisted my head around slightly so I could follow the rogue hand. I'll give you one clue as to who it was. It's a boy. Yeah that boy, That's right Albus Potter. That extremely comfortable 'pillow' was Albus Freaking Potter's chest. Yep his chest. Albus freaking Potter. I just cuddled up to Albus freaking Potter. ALBUS FREAKING POTTER. I groaned out loud and laid my head back on Albus Potter's chest.
I closed my eyes kind of hoping that when I opened them this would have been a bad dream. That I'm having a really bad nightmare. Because there is no way I would willingly sleep on Albus Potter. No fricking way!
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I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. Nope they were still there. So much for dreaming. I nudged Potter's side trying to get him to let go of me.
"Five more minutes Lily." He mumbled his arm tightening around my waist. I nudged him again, "Five more minutes." He mumbled again turning on his side to face me. Instead of nudging him I punched him in the gut with all the power I could muster in this position. I ended up hurting myself more than I hurt him. Damn boys and their hard-as-stone abs.
But I had managed to sufficiently get his attention. His eyes snapped open and, then he blinked to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, he saw my face and he jumped up and screamed.
"What the hell are you doing?" He shouted.
"What am I doing?" I asked. "What are you doing feeling up innocent girls in their sleep?"
"Feeling up innocent girl? Me? More like you attacking me in my sleep."
"Oh get over yourself Potter; you are NOT that bloody attractive, ok, not everyone wants to maul you in your sleep. I would rather have woken up in a bed not on you." I said.
"Oh please, you love me secretly. I bet it felt so good because you want me." he shot back.
"Urm... Who said anything about feeling good?"
"Well your arms where really tight around my waist."
"Other way around douche." I said.
"Oh now we're calling each other names? Real mature." he replied.
"You can talk about mature."
"Please we all know I'm more mature than you."
"Puh! That's the funniest thing I have ever heard. You mature!" I said.
"Says the girl who almost went streaking in the great hall!"
"That was a dare! I didn't go though with it. And you can talk about mature you went and made fart noises in potions for a week."
"Oh well you..."
"Oh shut up!" James shouted. "What the hell happened here?"
"You tell us." I said.
"Yeah, I mean last thing I remember was..." He stopped and turned to look at me. Then he smirked. "I know what happened."
"What? Tell me what happened?" I asked. "Because I have no idea, the last thing I remember was... Ahh crap!" I stopped and started remembering the bet. That stupid bet, that why he's smirking. Douche. I said. "Do not say a word Potter."
"Why?" He said still smirking. "What you don't want then to know your little secret?"
"There is no secret?"
"Oh my god will you please tell us why you guys were sleeping together?" Dom snapped.
"Well..." Potter said his voice trailing off.
"Shut up." I growled.
"It all started when, Hunter here decide to k-"I Wanted him to shut up so o did the only think I could do. I did what any other person would have dome in my position I punched him.
Crunch
"Ooh." he moaned clutching his nose. "You crazy bitch."
"Merlins beard! You didn't have to bloody punch me."
"I kinda did." I replied smiling.
He wiped his nose and took a step towards me. "Listen here you-" he started.
"Ok okay, guys we don't need to know; just get up and shower we need to leave in three hours." Dom said interrupting him.
I pushed myself of the ground. "I'm going to shower." I said and walked out the door.
***
I stood in the kitchen staring at the fridge. When the Potters said we could hold our sleepover here I assumed they would have kept the fridge and cupboares stocked, but apparently not. We have to leave in one and a half hours and there is no food. I looked at the eggs and milk; I could make an omelette. But there isn't enough eggs for everyone to have some and only making one would cause a problem I have no intention of with dealing with right now. 'cause making one egg would cause an all out warin this house. I shut the fridge and walked to the cupboards. I opens one and stared at it, there was nothing in it but Flour, vanilla essence and baking powder. That's it that's all there is in the cupboard. I swear Mrs Potter said that there was food before they left.
"What are you doing?"
I turned around and saw Potter leaning against the door with his arms crossed.
"Well." I said. "I'm looking for something to eat."
"Oh okay." He said not moving from where he stood.
"Where is everyone else?" I asked
"Dom and Roxy are still getting ready."
"Still? You'd think they'd be ready after the way they woke us up?"
"Yeah, the boys are playing cards upstairs and Rose and Scorp are doing whatever it is that they do."
"Oh cool, anyway there is nothing in these cupboards but flour, milk and eggs."
"Didn't mum say she was going to restock the cupboards with food before she left?"
"Yeah she did, but there's nothing here."
"Ah crap! I know what happened; Conner, Declan and Scorp where down here yesterday, unsupe,rvised, during the movie."
"Stupid boys! Now there's nothing for breakfast." Potter walked in and stood next to me. He looked thoughtful, then he looked down at me.
"Well, you could make pancakes." He said.
"Pancakes?" I questioned. "Do you know how to make pancakes?"
"No, but I assume you put the flour, eggs and milk into a bowl and mix it. Then pour it into a frying pan to cook. It's really easy, I've seen my mum do it just about a million times." He said.
"Oh Potty nothing is easy if you've never done it before." I said.
"Well it's a good thing I've done it before then." He replied with a grin.
"But you just said..." I paused realising what he meant. I slapped his arm. "You are disgusting I didn't need to know that." Not that I didn't already know, nearly all of the school knows of Potter and sexual prowess.
"Ouch that actually hurt." he said rubbing his arm. "What is it with you and hurting me?"
"Whatever you big baby." I walked to the cupboard labelled plates and bowls, Mrs Potter is really organised. Everything in her kitchen is labelled she says that 'It's so people can find things easily' but everyone that knows her will tell you that ever since James came along she's been a little bit of a neat freak. I'm serious. She's completely OCD about everything. Even the compartments in the fridge are labelled.
I opened the cupboard and took out a large plastic mixing bowl and yes it said mixing bowl on it. I opened the draw beside the cupboard and took out a Wisk. I turned to Potter, "Well let's get cooking."
"What? Me too?" He asked.
"Yes you too, who else is going to help me."
"I can't help you, I don't know the first thing about making pancakes."
"I thought that it was 'really easy' and that you've seen your mother do it 'a million times'?"
"That does not mean that I can cook them. I can't cook, I burnt cornflakes once."
"God Potter." I scoffed, "You really are useless. How the hell did you manage to burn cornflakes?"
"I am not useless. I just forgt to add the milk." he replied.
"You idiot. You truly are useless." I replied.
"I am not useless!" he snapped.
"Well then prove it." I said. "Make some pancakes with me." He looked reluctant for a second then he said.
"Okay then. Let's do it!" he said.
"Okay I guess we're doing this."
"I guess so." he replied.
I put the bowl on the table with the spoon. "So what comes first?" I asked.
"Urm...Don't we just put it all in and stir?"
"Well I don't know, you're the idiot who has - quote-un-quote- 'senm my mum do it just about a million times'!"
"Well obviously I have no clue what to do!"
"Do you ever have a clue?!"
"Oh shut up smarty pants!"
"Great come back Potter!" I scoffed.
"Smarty pants! Merlin." I shook my head.
"Look since neither one if us knows what to do, let's pour in the flour, milk and the eggs. Then we stir and hope for the best." he said.
"Eh." I said and shrugged my shoulder. "It's not like we've got a better idea."
We proceeded to put all the ingredients into the bowl and attempted to stir. Let's just say it was not easy. Who know flour could fly.
"Let me stir Hunter, you're making a mess."
"Ok then let's see you try and do it better." I almost instantly regretted it. Let's just say Potter is not the most gentle of mixers.
It took a while but he had managed to mix it all together. Not very well though, the mixture was exceedingly lumpy and a lot of the flour ended up on us or on the surfaces.
"Well." Potter said spooning the mixture. "Let's cook it?"
"Yes Potter now we cook the 'batter' no need to act so unsure about it."
"Well I don't know, Mums batter never turned out like this."
"Well your mother is a mother she's had years to perfect the perfect pancake making skills."
"Well when your mother makes then who do they turn out."
I scoffed, "That's assuming that my stepmother cooks, she doesn't do manual labour we have a chef and I can guarantee that chef's pancake batter does not have unwanted lumps."
"Ooh look at you little Miss Rich Girl with your fancy chef."
"Shut up and let's cook this."
"So what's next?" He asked.
"Get a frying pan and wash it, then put it on the stove. Turn the stove on and then let the water evaporate off.
"I thought you've never done this before?" he asked while taking the pan out of the cupboard and washing it.
"I haven't but I'm just using common sense. I mean how else are we going to cook then?"
He paused, contemplating what I had just said, then he said "Makes sense."
"Of cause it makes sense you idiot, that's why it's called common sense. I have no idea why you had to pause and think it through. Idiot." I scoffed.
"Whatever." he said. He went to the cupboard and took out the frying pan. He washed and placed it on the stove. He turned the stove on then turned to face me.
"Why are we doing this again?" He asked.
"Because we are hungry." I replied.
"But shouldn't everyone else at least help."
"Urm yeah ok like any of them will be bothered to cook."
"Fine, what's next? Do we just pour in the butter?" He turned and looked at the pan again.
"Butter it, you can't make pancakes without buttering it idiot."
"I would really appreciate it if you would stop calling me an idiot. I don't like it." He said walking to the fridge to get the butter.
"Well it's a good think I don't care about what you like then, isn't it?"
He took the lid of the butter and peered inside it.
"There's hardly any left."
"Is there enough to make some pancakes?"
"We'll see."
He took the butter and smeared it on the pan. "What's next?" he asked.
"Pour in the batter." I replied. He picked up the bowl and started pouring the batter.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
He looked up at me confused. "Pouring in the batter like you said."
"Yeah but you're only supposed to pour in a little bit and with a ladle-would you please quit pouring!"
"Ok ok stop shouting." He placed the nearly empty bowl on the surface next to him.
"I wouldn't have to shout if you weren't such an idiot."
"Would you please stop shouting at me!"
"Well look whose shouting now!"
"I'm only shouting because you're shouting!"
"Potter is the pan supposed to be letting out black smoke?" He turned and focused his attention back onto the pan then he quickly went to get a spatula and attempted to flip the pancake. Obviously this didn't work. As he tried to flip the over-sized pancake it started to break and crumble. Still though, Potter persevered and continued to flip the pieces round to their other-side. I stood there watching him as he took the pancake bits out and put them on a plate. He turned the heat and went to grab two forks from the cutlery tray in the cupboard and offered one to me. I stared at it unsure of whether or not I actually wanted to taste the mess we'd made.
"Well take it then." He said jabbing the fork in my direction. I snatched it from his hand and moved next to him.
"Bon appetite." I said while using the fork to cut a small bit off. I think we both knew that it wouldn't taste good. I licked it with the tip of my tongue a few times before actually putting it inside my mouth. I chewed it slowly. Huh, that's odd it actually tastes quiet ni-urgg I spoke to soon. The taste was horrible. I tasted like wet dog, and don't even ask me how I know how wet dog tastes like. In sync both Potter and I spat out the pancake bits we had chewed.
"Urg what was that?" Potter asked scraping his tongue with his fingers.
"I don't know, it tasted like wet dog." I replied.
"Never again." Potter said.
"Never again." I agreed.
"How did we mess up one of the best foods out there?"
"I don't know. But what I do know is that we should get rid of this disaster before anyone sees It."
"Why?" he questioned.
"Do you really want people to see this?" I gestured to the pancake (and I'm using that term very very loosely.) "Or even taste it?"
He paused then said "Yeah ok, what do you suggest we do with it?"
"Bin it and fast I think I hear someone on the stairs." I grabbed the mix and Potter grabbed the plate and we dashed for the bin. Big mistake. You see, I was by the surface next to the cooker and potter was standing by the surface opposite the cooker. So when we both turned around to head for the bin we collided. Our bodies hit and we dropped the plate and bowl that we were carrying.
"OW!" Potter said clutching his head. "What the hell is your head made of? Rocks."
"You can talk, you've freaking broken me." I said clutching my own head.
"Aww man." He said looking at the ground, the plate and bowl had smashed and the batter and 'pancake' had mixed into some undistinguishable mess. "Look what you've done?" He said accusingly.
"What I've done? Me? What are you talking about, it's your fault. You're the one who banged into me!" I shot back.
"What?! I so did NOT bang into you. I was-wait I'm not fighting with you we need to get this mess cleared up" he said and he bent down and started to pick up the glass. I took a deep breath and bent down to help him. I reached out and grabbed a piece of glass.
I paused. That's not glass. Instead of picking up a piece of glass I had grabbed Potters hand. A jolt of electricity shot through my hand and traveled to the rest of my body. I looked down at our hands together, and then looked up. Potter was staring at me, his eyes betraying no emotion.
I looked back down at our hands. They'd twined together. I'm not sure who did it. I'm not sure why? But it happened.
I don't know how long we were there staring at each other; it could have seconds, minuets or even hours. The sparks in the air around us was deafening. The space between us began to shrink. Untill there was only a hair breathe distance between our lips. our noses brushed and his head tilted. I was being fueled by this underlining urge to kiss him. This need to kiss him. Our lips touched. Just a little, a whisper, a hint at more.
"Oh woo hoo hoo, what have we got here?" we jumped up. We turned to see James standing by the door.
"N-n-nothing." I sputtered. This just got very awkward.
"Yeah nothing's going on." Potter said.
James raised his eyebrow. "Really? Huh then why is there a big mess on the floor?"
"Well..." I started.
"We were making pancakes..." Potter continued.
"We'd made one and then we dropped the batter and the one we'd made..." I continued for him.
"So we were on the ground trying to pick up the glass." Potter finished.
There was a long pause. A very very long pause.
"Ok then." James said very slowly. "I'm not going to pretend I understand, soo moving on. When you've done with whatever that is, Mum called and said that she's bringing breakfast and we leave in an hour."
"Ok then James." Potter said then he turned to me. "I guess we'd better clean this up Hunter."
"Urm... Yeah sure whatever." I replied.
After cleaning the mess in the kitchen Potter and went our separate ways. We ignored each other as Mrs Potter put the breakfast on the table. We ignored each other whilst everyone talked and laughed. And we ignored each other on the ride to the train station. We even kept trying not to glance at each other. Of course this failed and we ended up glancing at each other every five minutes or so. It would go something like this, I would look at him and when he turned to look at me would turn away and vice versa. God knows why I mean we only almost sorta kinda kissed.
Of course it's a big deal. Potter and I don't go around almost kissing each other. We don't go from not wanting to even breathe the same air to kissing and almost kissing in 24 hours. I knew it! The apocalypse is nigh, we're all going to die. Or, you know, it could just be hormones and that sexual tension thing Dom keeps going on about.
She's says, "You guys have so much chemistry and sexual tension."
And then I say "Go to hell Dom. Sexual tension is just something that people make up whenever they want to hook up with someone."
Then an argument occurs. But, maybe she's right. Maybe she'd been right all along. I mean I've seen the rom-coms, the lead actor and actress don't like each other at the start then slowly they start to become attracted to each other. It would explain the weird behaviour in the kitchen when I wanted to kiss Albus Potter.
Anyway, this lead to some more awkward hormone filled moments in the train. It was the domino effect. One event lead to another which lead to the amazing finally which leaves you looking at the whole thing in wonder. Except our situation was a little different. Remember the plan we came up with, well phase one is about to commence. We had just found a compartment when Declan suggested that we lay a game of exploding snap, this started an argument on who would go first. Thus started the round of "I'll go first and then you can face the winner."
I wasn't in the mood so I took my book out and started to read. I don't tell people this because it would ruin my rep. Yeah I have a rep. But I like reading romance novels. I love them. Which is kinda ironic seeing as I don't believe in 'true love'. That's just fairale bullshit that people believe in order to escape their lives. I'm not sure what made me like Romance novels so much. Maybe it was my mother's reading me fairytales all the time or maybe it's because I've always lacked romance. The book I'm reading now is really cheesy and really clichè. It's quiet funny really. The cover readRetribution. But really it was Leslie Saunders's new historcal romance novel calledThe Dukes Deception.
I was geting to a really good part, the Duke Hawthorne just told Lady Wentworth that he loved her, when I felt something press up against my side. That's what she said.
I shut my book and turned to face the person sitting next to me. Just my luck, it was Potter. I admit I'm curious to see what he does.
He bent his head down slyly to whisper to in my ear. "Let's start phase one." I opened my book and pretended that I was still reading.
"What now?" I whispered back. If he can act normal so can I.
"Yes now. We should do it before we get any closer to school so that we have enough time to come back and change without being to suspicious." He whispered.
"Ok I have no idea what you just said, but I'm game. Let's go." I put my book away and waited till potter had stood up; then I followed suit. We had managed to get to the door when we were stopped. Which is surprising judging the amount of people we had to by pass and slip by to get there.
"Where are you two going?" we both turned around and faced everyone. I opened my mouth and was about to speak when potter spoke.
"We're going to plan a prank on some friends who thought it would be fun to make us go in a closet for seven minutes and make out."
Potter grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the compartment and down the hall. We kept walking, well I kept being dragged Potter did all the walking, until we/he- found an empty compartment. Once we/he had found one he pulled me into it and shut the door.
When he turned back to faced me again he was grinning like a mad man. I hate that grin. It makes him look too attractive.
Yeah I said it. And what?
"That was perfect." He said. "We've got them right where we wanted them."
"What?" I asked momentarily forgetting the plan. "Oh right the plan. Yeah good call."
"Yeah." He said. He walked to the seat by the window and sat down. I followed and sat opposite him. We sat there for a while in silence. In very very awkward silence. "Sooo." I said. "What's first?"
"Huh? What?" he asked.
"The first prank?" I relpied.
"Oh yeah was thinking something along the lines of." He told me his idea. It was pretty good.
"Oh that's brilliant. Not too big to get us into too much trouble and not too small that it's easily forgotten."
"Yeah-Merlin will you stop that?"
"Stop what?" I asked confused.
"Stop looking at me that."
"Like what?" I replied.
"Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you." He said.
I spluttered. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You know; the lip biting, the constant looking at my lips. Stop it!" He exclaimed.
"I am not doing any of that, I don't want you to kiss me." I shot back.
"Really?" he asked raising his eyebrow.
"Yes really." I shot. I really hate the eyebrow lift.
"Well then explain why you were about to kiss me in the kitchen before."
"I wasn't trying to kiss you you were trying to kiss me."
"Yeah that's why you grabbed my hand."
"It was an accident I was trying to pick up some glass."
"Yeah likely story, you probably really want me to kiss you."
"I don't!" I shouted. Only when our noses touched did I realise that we'd stood up and moved closer together. The air got heavy and I was finding it very difficult to breath. Just like before, Potter tilted his head and closed his eyes. Our noses kept touching but not our lips.
"Mmh." He said. I found my hands working their way up and around his neck. His hands moved to my hips and he pulled my body to his. "What are we doing?" he breathed out.
"I don't know." I replied in an equally breathless tone.
"Maybe we should stop." he said.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes where still closed and he looked calm, he didn't look like he wanted to stop. "Just shut up." I whispered on his lips. Then I placed a small gentle kiss upon his lips.
"You do realise that you lose?" he whispered after I broke away.
"I don't care." I replied and pressed my lips up against his.
Bloody hormones.
A/N: sorry for the late update. If you liked it hit me with a review, and if you didn't tell me why. TheGirlOnFirexx