Disclaimer: all Jk's accept Izzy and the plot.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while I had a lot of things going on.
I really hope you enjoy the last chapter. If this ever happened to me, this is how I would want it, sort of. xx
The door opened, James walked towards me and placed a large hand on each of my hips, making me shiver delicately. He smiled as he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against mine, then my eyes closed as he placed little sweet butterfly kisses along my jaw line and my neck, I bit my lip. I hated having my neck touched but apparently kissed was a whole different matter. Every so often he would stop and reach back up to kiss my lips lightly, it was pure bliss. I could feel him here grounded in this spot with me, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders, I could smell him, he was broom sticks and safety, and I could definitely taste him, he tasted hot and sweet. Total oblivion and total awareness at the same time. He looked at me and opened his mouth as if to say something…..
"SHIT!" Magical bed my arse! It had broken again, (A/N this whole first bit is based on my actual dream and how I was rudely awoken.)
"Reparo, you little shit." I said as I flicked my wand at the offender. To say the least I was mighty pissed off that I had been woken from that particular dream.
I looked at the clock on my bedside, 6AM, oh Merlin. I tiptoed quietly into the tiny bathroom I shared with the other girls in my dorm and began pulling my wand through sections of my hair, trying to straighten it slightly. As I ruffled my hair to add volume
I pondered my dream.
I had certainly enjoyed it,
I wasn't repulsed by the idea of it.
I need a test, I thought as I applied make up. A test to find out if he thinks of me that way, then I had a brain wave and ran to the draw under my evil bed, and pulled out a Christmas present I had received from Gabriella, one of my best friends and in Ravenclaw, she too had a thing for all things burlesque, something she apparently reflected in her gift buying.
I retrieved the tiny box from my draw and pulled off all the flimsy wrapping, I hastily opened the box and laughed at the note inside that I didn't understand until now.
You'll thank me one day chéri,
Gabriella. Xx
I pulled out a pair of stockings, the sexy 1940's king with the seam up the back, and a cute thin black head band, with a peacock feather that was bent with the shape of the band. I laughed to myself, and pulled the stockings over my bare legs.
I studied my reflection in the mirror; the girls who shared my dorm bustled around me as they got ready for their day,
"Wow Izzy, you look good today." The resident lesbian Charlie told me as she walked by, I did feel different, I felt sexy, and more feminine.
My red hair was straight, with my peacock feather curved around it, my had tucked my shirt into my skirt and pulled it up a bit higher, my stockings made my legs look slender and less shit, and my flat ballet pumps brought a little bit of me to the ensemble. I smiled at myself.
That day I breezed through my lessons in a trance like state, I mostly sat and argued internally so the lessons seemed to fly by.
Why would he kiss me if he feels nothing for me?
He does that to everyone.
To me though?
Maybe.
But I kissed him back.
You did.
It was good
Very good.
He makes me feel safe.
He's your best friend.
I know.
You love him.
Do I?
Yes.
Oh Shit.
And I'm all dressed like this! Am I making a fool out of myself?
A little, no more than usual.
Should I tell him?
Yes.
When my lessons were over I retreated to the common room and pulled my homework onto my knee.
"Izz-" James started to say, but he did a double take at my appearance, he hadn't seen me all day and this must have come as quite the shock to him.
"You look good Izz." He smiled and sat in the chair opposite mine.
"Thanks. I fancied a change I guess." I carried on with my potions essay in silence for a few minutes. I could feel James watching me the whole time, so I decided to push my luck and his limit. I lifted my essay momentarily and crossed my leg smoothly; I must have flashed the top of my stocking because I heard James inhale sharply. I smiled inwardly.
"So what's the essay on?" James asked me trying to be normal.
"Love potions." SHIT! Why did my essay have to be on that particular subject and why didn't I lie!
"Oh, right."
So now I knew he liked me like that, and I swear I was going to tell him how I felt but I just had to mess with him.
"Oh fiddlesticks." I said and he immediately looked up from his book at my lack of swearing, I stood up and bent over to retrieve the quill I had just thrown on the floor.
"Izzy! What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" He jumped up in shock.
"What?" I snapped back up and spun round to face him.
"Why are you bending like that in that short skirt?"
"Why do you not like it?"
"No, err yes… Err I don't know!" he ran his hand through his messy black hair like he did when he was nervous.
"James-" I started but he cut me off.
"You never dress like this! You shouldn't, it makes you look cheap!"
"Excuse me? So I'm cheap am I? I look just like one of the whores you pick up and I look cheap? What a fabulous reflection on you."
"I didn't mean that, I meant you don't dress like them! You don't need to!" He ran his hand to his hair again but this time I noticed he was shaking.
"Why are you shaking?" I asked him seriously.
"Because…. because.."
I stepped towards him.
"James, what's wrong?"
"I love you! Ok?" I shouted angrily and I jumped back.
"What?"
"I said I love you." he sat down and pulled his legs up to his chin. "And I'm terrified because I've never felt like this and I don't want to ruin our friendship." He did look genuinely terrified.
I sat down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." I said simply.
He leaned his head on mine.
Later that night I snuck into James' dorm when everyone was asleep, and slipped into bed next to him. Instead of moving up like he had done for years, he pulled me closer and put an arm over my mid riff.
"I'm sorry I called you cheap earlier."
"I'm sorry I teased you."
"Never do that again. You know I hate a tease." He said seriously and I laughed.
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"James?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
"I'm not one to disappoint."
And then, in the most un-cheesy way, my dream kind of came true.