Chapter 4

James POV

It doesn't take long for Rena and I to finish the second bottle we had hid. Neither bottle was particularly large and once you've had a few drinks the rest are a lot easier to take. About halfway through the second bottle we've owled Fred and Louis to come over and they each show up with their own fire whiskey to 'catch up' as Fred put it.

Rena and I don't drink much more because we're already drunk, but Fred and Louis are doing their best to get to our level. We talk for awhile about school and how it's our last year. We all get a little sad, Rena mostly, but we're excited. We stay upstairs until Fred and Louis are done with their drinks and we head downstairs. My parents have a dinner with some of Dad's coworkers so they won't be home for a few more hours.

"What do you guys wanna do?" asks Rena, practically flying down the stairs. "We should put on some music and get Lily and Albus and just hang out!"

"Yeah that sounds fine," answers Louis, trying to keep up with her.

"ALBUS, LILY!" I shout, getting to the bottom of the stairs.

"Why are you yelling?" asks Lily. She's just come out of the sitting room.

"I think they've gotten into the fire whiskey," says Al from behind Rena. "Rena smells like alcohol."

Rena frowns. "That's because James spilled it on me."

"I said I was sorry!" I pout. I reach out and grab her hips. "You said you forgave me," I say, pulling her against me.

"I did forgive you!" She giggles. She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

"Okay what did I say about doing that," whines Lily.

"Shut up," I mumble against Rena's lips.

"Alright we'll be in the other room when you're done with that," says Louis.

I pull back and watch them walk into the ballroom. "Now we know what to do next time we want to be alone."

Rena laughs. "I guess so."

I turn back to her and push her up against the wall in the hallway. "Where were we?" I say softly, before pressing my lips against hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck. I reach down and grab the back of her thighs and she immediately hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I push her more firmly up against the wall so she won't fall and she slides her hands into my hair and moans softly as we kiss.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers before we get too carried away. "We can't do this right now…." I say, but it comes out as more of a question.

We stand there for a few minutes, both breathing heavily. "No I guess not," she answers.

I let her down slowly and we both straighten our clothes. I grab her hand and pull her into the ballroom where the music is blasting. When we walk in I notice Rose and Hugo sitting around with them. They must've come in while Rena and I were… busy.

Rena tries to fix her hair before they notice us. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my side. "Are you sure we can't go upstairs?" I whisper, kind of regretting leaving the hallway.

"I don't think so…" She looks up at me as she wraps her arm around my waist. "We're drunk and we'd get carried away and…" she trails off, looking back at the group.

"Alright," I answer, starting towards my family.

"James," she says quietly. "I just don't want to be drunk when… yeah."

I nod and kiss the top of her head. "Me either."

We sit down on some of the cushions they had grabbed from the other room. I pull Rena onto my lap and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back against me and rests her hands on mine.

"Took you long enough," says Fred, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask, ignoring Fred.

"School," answers Rosie.

"Ah, that's a popular subject today," Rena says, sounding a little sad.

"Would you like to talk about something else?" asks Rose, giving her a small smile.

"Yes please," she nods, pouting a little.

"Well then you think of something," says Hugo.

"Quidditch," chimes in Albus. "We all like quidditch."

"That we do," I answer.

Within moments Hugo and Fred are in a heated discussion about whether the Cannons are going to get their shit together this year or not. Everyone but Hugo is leaning towards no.

I throw in a comment or two every once in awhile, but most of the time I just sit there quietly, Rena leaning against my chest. We eventually get back to school, but we're talking about the house quidditch team. Everyone is excited that we have most of our quidditch team still. Dominique is the only one that graduated last spring so we only have to tryout for one chaser which is great because being head boy and quidditch captain was going to be difficult enough without having to tryout multiple positions.

After awhile I feel Rena relax against my chest and I can tell she's falling asleep. "Guys I'm going to take Rena upstairs," I say, starting to get up.

"What, no I'm awake!" she slurs, sitting up slightly.

"You're barely awake," I laugh. I stand up and pull her with me.

"Okay, okay," she mumbles. "Let's go."

"Night," they call after us.

We walk slowly from the room, Rena stumbling slightly. She's probably still drunk, but being tired probably isn't helping. "Stand still," I tell her before I lean down and scoop her up into my arms. She immediately wraps her arms around her neck and rests her head on my shoulder.

"Thank you for taking care of me," she mumbles against my neck.

"Anytime beautiful," I respond.

Once we get upstairs I set her down next to her dresser. "Why don't you change into something more comfortable, I'll be right back."

She nods and I leave her to it. I go into my room and hide the pillows under my blankets and change into some shorts. I don't bother with a shirt it's way too hot out. I head back to Rena's room and push the door open slowly. When I step in she's facing the opposite wall, pulling one of my t-shirts over her head. She turns to face me, wearing only my t-shirt. "Bed time?" she asks as she pulls her hair tie from her hair.

I nod and climb into the bed. She shuts the lights off in the bathroom and then the one out here and climbs into the bed with me. She's never worn no pants to bed. Am I missing something? Not that I'm complaining. I'm definitely not complaining. "No pants tonight?" I ask, unable to stop myself.

"It's really warm out." She shrugs, scooting closer to me. "I can put some on if you want?" She asks sounding confused. Of course she's warm. Duh, I'm not wearing a shirt because it's warm out. There's nothing wrong with no pants.

"No no, you should be comfortable," I answer. Am I overthinking this?

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" she asks, laughing slightly.

"No, definitely not," I grab her waist and pull her closer to me. "See not uncomfortable." Definitely not uncomfortable.

"If you say so," she mutters. "Night James."

"Good night Rena."

A/N:

Hey guys! I had to reupload this one since I forgot that Dominique, who was on the quidditch team with them, was a seventh year so they will have to hold try outs for her old chaser position! I'm almost done chapter five and will upload it today or tomorrow!