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Warning: This chapter is a bit fluffy...


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They lay together with her hand gently strumming against his broad chest, tracing the lines of the muscles he gained from years of Quidditch practice. The callous on his thumbs from holding onto the broom so much as he flew. The air of the wind that seemed to stay in his tousled hair even when he was on the ground.

Even his fingertips seemed to retain some of the gold from the snitch he always held, cradling it like it was his universe.

He only let the snitch go when he was holding her instead.

"James. What if I told you that you would've died if I hadn't come into your life?"

He took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

"Then I would believe you," he said with utmost sincerity. "You're brilliant but mad, Hermione."

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

He would, she thought, if she told him that she was from the future.

"No," he kissed her knuckle. "But I think you place too much store by prophecies and divination. And..." he added with a quirk to his lips, "I think you spend too much time with Sybil Trewlaney. Now she is mad."

Hermione shoved his shoulder. "She's not mad." She bit her lip. Though she thought it once before she understood Trewlaney. "Sybil's brilliant and actually can see into the future."

James traced a finger across her chin and pulled it towards him, so that they were facing each other.

His hazel eyes locked onto hers. By her request, he'd taken off his glasses so she could stare directly into his pools of hazel with their flecks of gold.

"I may not see very well right now, because you took off my glasses." He smirked.

She laughed.

"But I'm looking at my future. I know it." She lost her breathe for a third time as he led her hand to his chest. "I can feel it here."

He placed his hand over his heart.

"It's a bit blurry but it's here."


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"I do not need anyone to tell me what the future is, I make my own decisions."

He was so certain.

She made him believe.

His confidence was contagious. He was starting to make her believe.

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He went down on her that night for the first time.

She'd been too embarrassed before to let him see her like that, to love her so thoroughly. But after the way his eyes melted into hers while he told her that she was his future...well there was nothing she could deny him.

Her head threw back as she felt the first flick of James Potter's tongue.

Then a thrust.

Quickly her hands settled down into his hair and clutched on for dear life.

Oh merlin. Sweet sweet merlin.

As she panted and came undone in slow, hot flicks -though it was selfish- she couldn't care less about Lily Evans. She'd lost out and the benefit was that Lily had gone back to Severus Snape and they were dating. Needless to say: strike one. Severus Snape was no longer a Death Eater.

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a/n- I'm not sure where the next chapter will go exactly but does anyone want to see an Order of the Phoenix battle scene or something like that? or more about the details of time travel?

Let me know and I will try to get the next chapter ready, thanks :)

oh and i put some links to awesome james videos on my profile if you want to see that. aaron johnson makes an amazing james!