A/n: Here is the new chapter.

10. What the hell

"Three times what do you mean by three fucking times?"

It was Sunday night and my head felt like it was going to explode. I had been working since Saturday morning continuously and Roxy yelling at me was not helping at all. I had succeeded in avoiding her yesterday but she had caught me tonight.

"Okay, yeah Roxy he asked me out three times and we thought that we were better as friends," I said, sighing, it was crazy.

On Friday night I had invited Liam Stuart to the party so that everyone could enjoy it a little bit.

Liam Stuart.

He was a famous singer in the Wizarding world, whose first album even broke the Weird Sisters record for staying number one at the top of the charts. He was a very hot and sexy guy and girls drooled at a single glimpse of him. I met him first when I was given the job to interview him and he was a really nice guy, he knew what he was doing and he had an awesome voice. The interview was very funny and he even encouraged me to sing with him on air.

He told me I was doing a great job.

So when I welcomed him to the party he stole everyone's hearts with his charming ways and everyone liked him. Al and Alice thanked me for inviting him; hell even Angie thanked me.

And to make things worse he actually confessed to everyone that I had broken his heart three times and I knew everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.

I mean c'mon I wasn't an alien just because I rejected him.

Why did I reject him?

Well when he first asked me out I was already dating Nate so I declined because I was in head over heels in love with Nate. When he the second time, I was going through a serious heart break and he understood my feelings but he wanted to be friends and I couldn't say no to that. We talked and I realized that he was the guy who I could see in my future but as a friend not anything else.

He was too good for me.

"I am tired Ro please have mercy," I pleaded but she snorted and shook her head at me.

"But..." she started and I clapped my hands over my ears. I had got a three hour break and I was not going to waste it with her biting my head off.

"Ok," she said, shutting up and I relaxed.

"Go home and get some sleep, even sleep tomorrow too, you need it," she said, looking through notes and checking her schedule.

"I am going to Potters tomorrow after the show," I replied and she raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Lily wanted to talk and I want a meal and I don't have any food at my house so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone by going there. I think I might be too tired to make myself a meal," I said and pulled my bag over my shoulder and went to get something to eat before I started work.

Fuck, I was happy this was coming to an end. I mean from Tuesday I was starting my morning shifts which meant that I would be able to have a decent sleep.

"Good luck with that," she shouted and I grinned.

I was feeling like shit and knew I looked horrible but I didn't have any escape. I disapparated to the office as my shift ended at 6.30.

It was always worse when you started work at seven in the morning.

"You are a dead ringer for Sir Nicholas," Amy stated, as her eyes widened.

"Oh so now I can pass for a lad now? Thanks, " I said, trying to make a joke out of it.

"Ok grey lady you are looking very pale, when was the last time you slept?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at me and at the same time I yawned. I knew I had dark circles under my eyes and that they were worse than the last time, but this was the last day of my hell. After this everything was going to go back to normal.

"Don't! I am not in the mood and I don't have much strength to argue," I whined. I was acting like a brat but this brat was very exhausted.

"Okay, but let me order you something," she said, going for her phone.

"It's all right. I think I need to sleep first before eating anything, otherwise I am going to throw up in your office," I said seriously and she knew I was.

"You are going to kill yourself," she replied, huffing and ranting at how much I was working.

Okay, so maybe it was bad idea to cover Bree's shift but I loved spending time at St. Mungos and I got to learn more every time I went.

No I was not a Ravenclaw.

I didn't even think about it.

I was loyal to my work.

So it was Gryffindor.

I didn't know how I was able to pass the whole show, but I felt proud of myself that I did without the tiredness showing in my voice.

I disapparated to Godrics hollow where they lived, the Potter home is nice and homely. It wasn't that Harry didn't have money because he did but he just wanted a small house for him and his family. So it was a simple and sweet home.

I entered the living room and threw my bag on the couch before sitting down. I thought of looking for Ginny. So I yelled but was met with silence. I went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of butter beer. There was a note on the fridge.

Went out will be back around 3, urgent work at office.

Sweet Merlin, she was out.

Hell!

I thought of going to Lily's room and made my way there but it was locked.

What?

I knew what you're thinking, why has she locked her room?

Ok, so Lily started locking her room to prevent her elder brothers from going in and messing with her stuff. She started doing this after sixth year when they exploded her room to shreds.

I pulled my wand out and said the password but it didn't budge.

Hell! She'd changed the password.

Ok, Al's room next.

I made my way to the second floor where Al's room was but before I could do anything I froze.

"Fuck, Al harder."

Oh, please no, I thought to myself.

"Fuck, baby."

Before they said anything else I cast a Silencio charm on his door and for their safety impenetrable charm as well.

Well, at least someone was getting some action.

God I miss sex.

This left me with only one option.

I went to the last room on this floor.

Should I go in or not?

Well it's not like I was using this room for the first time.

But what if he came in?

*Snort*

He hadn't been home for the last eight months so I didn't think he would be home now.

Oh sod it.

I opened the door and stood in the doorway. His room looked the same as it had last month. This was the first time I was hesitating because before that I wasn't the She-Devil who had seriously pissed him off on a radio show.

I looked around the room. It was a blaring, Gryffindor Red, with spatters of gold. There was a huge bed occupying the middle of the room, with a large Wiz-Telly on the wall opposite. Two plush chairs were placed on the floor in front of the TV as well, although it was off to the side slightly. The wall opposite me, however, was the most breath taking. It was made completely out of glass, and a portion of it slid aside so a person could step out onto the balcony that wrapped around the area. Curtains settled around the wall, framing it so that it looked like a painting. My toes curled slightly into the plush carpet and I turned around to look at the wall next to the doorway. It seemed as completely crazy filled with posters and pictures – the wall was bursting with posters of Quidditch Teams, muggle bands, muggle singers, fancy cars, individual Quidditch players, Gryffindor Quidditch Propaganda (my stomach squirmed pleasantly when I caught sight of his blazing poster, the words 'James Potter: Captain and Chaser' across the bottom in bright bold letters – he looked so fierce, yet somehow gently amused in the picture, a Quaffle perched in his gloved fingers and his head turned to the side so that he could send a challenging, light smirk towards the camera. Fuck you, James Potter, for being so incredibly hot), and there was also a big poster of Oliver Wood on his broom wearing Puddlemere United navy blue robes and various other photographs and random, scribbled notes.

I waved my wand and changed into my shorts and t shirt before falling onto the king size bed not wanting to do anything anymore.

Phew.

Finally I could sleep.

James POV:

The worst part of being famous was that when you were famous everyone was ready to lick your feet because you were a big hotshot.

As our team the great Puddlemere United had won the cup, our team manager had arranged for a photo shoot for Witches Weekly.

So here I was standing in Colin's studio with only my jeans on for six hours and all the girls in the studio fawning over me.

"Here we are all done," Colin said, ending the shoot.

Fuck, I was exhausted.

"Are we done?" I asked him wanting to be sure.

"Yup," he said and waved me over to his side.

"Thanks, mate, see you later."

"Hey, James, wait up," he called after me.

"What?" I asked as he handed me an envelope.

"These are the pictures from the engagement party and your mum asked for another copy so if you are going there could you just pass it on?" he asked.

"What happened to your owl?"

"She is away so I thought it would be easier to just ask you."

"Dude, its fine. I'm actually living there now for a while."

I said goodbye and disapparated home.

"Mum!" I yelled but there was no reply, it looked like she wasn't home yet.

You might be thinking why am I here? Well it just so happens that Fred brought some new products from the shop to show me and Damien and I was in the middle of creating copies of invitations for my birthday party when the product burst and we ended up being covered in slugs which got increased by my Geminio spell.

But the bigger problem was that the counter spell or should I say the spell for its removal hadn't been created and my head was exploding not just from the slugs but from the music which was blaring from them.

Seriously musical slugs.

Emma nearly died when she saw what had happened and when I told her that I was going to bunk with Damien, she told me to go to my parent's house. I would never have gone there if she had not decided to complain to my coach. He thought that if I lived with him we might explode ourselves for which he wasn't at all happy with.

I hate you Oliver Wood.

I was marching to my room when I saw my door was open slightly, bloody Al sneaking into my room but I would kick his ass later.

First I needed a shower so I went directly to the bathroom and showered quickly before putting on my jeans and entered my room to look for a t shirt when I froze.

She was lying in the foetal position, dressed in a very small pair of shorts which made her ass look delicious and a t shirt, her hair was splayed out on the pillow around her face like a chestnut halo. I moved quietly into the room and walked towards her. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow snoring very softly.

She looked like an angel.

Her skin was pale and flawless and her eyelashes were so long that they almost touched her cheeks. Her mouth was magnificent, full pink lips that trembled slightly as she slept. I wouldn't be lying if I said it took all my fucking will power not to lean in and kiss her.

"Prat."

I froze and looked at her but she was sound asleep.

"Idiot," she mumbled in her sleep.

"Arrogant."

"Potter."

And that jerked me out of the trance I was in.

What the hell?

I mean what the fuck was she doing in my room?

On my bed?

What would you do when you find a sexy hot girl on your bed wearing clothes which she might as well not have bothered to put on?

Yeah tell me about it.

Because what I did was,

"Aguamenti."

She jerked awake blinking rapidly and cursing loudly, "Fuck."

Did I tell you she was wearing a white t shirt and white shorts?

Lowering my gaze I took in the sight of her t shirt clinging to her chest, I could see that her breasts were currently encased in a bright pink bra, one that was very visible underneath a now wet, practically transparent t shirt.

Pink.

I had always hated that colour but now I didn't mind it.

I practically gawked at her, Merlin she was hot!

I licked my bottom lip as I stared at her legs. Her matching bright pink panties were very visible under her wet shorts they were exactly what I was currently looking at.

"You're wet!" I whispered to her.

"No shit, Sherlock!" she yelled, blinking rapidly.

"You really are very wet!" I repeated.

"Wow, you know English and..." she stopped when she noticed where I was staring at.

"YOU FUCKING PERVERT STOP STARING AT MY TITS!" She shouted at me.

Wow that was really loud.

This made me smirk.

I slowly lifted my hand, curling my finger before beckoning for her to move closer to me. A smirk, pulling at the corner of my mouth even more, was easy for her to see. She stopped abruptly and moved her head closer.

Wow this was too easy.

My eyes drifted down her body again.

"Hot pink?" I stated, although it sounded more like a question. She knew exactly what I was referring to as her eyes were horrified at the fact that her lacy underwear was showing through her shorts.

"I like it," I continued, "Not as slutty as red."

Her eyes widened that I had just inadvertently referred to her as being slutty.

Her face was fuming and before she could yell out I said,"Levicorpus."

She floated in the air and started shouting, "JAMES SIRIUS FUCKING POTTER PUT ME DOWN NOW!"

I gave her my devil smile.

Wow revenge was sweet.

"Urgh!" she screeched.

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!"

Was she an idiot?

She was yelling my brother's name.

She had gone bonkers.

I levitated her towards the door. At last I got my wish to throw her out.

Even if it was from my room.

Before I could dump her on the landing, I heard heavy footsteps and looked up towards the doorway to see Al and Alice standing there.

"WHAT THE... James put her down," Al said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Where the hell did you come from?" I asked, not sure how he had come here.

"We were talking in my room," he mumbled and I looked at his attire and then at Alice's.

Just talking, yeah right.

"So this is what you are calling it these days," I teased him and his ears turned red. It was so easy to embarrass him.

"Um..." he mumbled and I grinned.

Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to the levitating devil who was glaring at me.

"If you are finished will you kindly put me down so that I can stop my head from exploding?" She spat.

Wow.

Feisty.

"Feisty, I like it babes but not you," I told her and decided to dump her in the living room.

Better to leave her in the air.

"PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN!" she started yelling again and I wanted to put a silencing charm on her but I liked her yelling for some reason.

It meant I was one step ahead of her.

I led her all the way from the second floor to the living room on the ground floor and I was sure she was getting one hell of a headache.

She deserved it.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER PUT HER DOWN!"

Fuck!

Mum!

I said the counter spell and she dropped down with a thump as she said, "Ow."

I grinned, happy to be of service.

"James what... C, are you alright?" Of course it was better to ensure whether she was alright.

As if she wasn't, she could die.

She started standing up and stumbled.

"I'm fine..." and with that she fell flat, I mean fainted but mum caught her.

"C," she said and slapped her softly to wake her up.

"Shit, she is burning up," Mum said and I whirled around to look at her.

Shit.

I didn't do anything.

Did I?

"Al, take her to the closest room," Mum ordered and with that he led her to my room.

I mean seriously, my room.

"What the hell is happening here?" Lily asked as she came through the front door and followed us upstairs.

"What happened to her?" she asked anxiously, falling to her knees beside the bed and started checking her.

"Mum floo Charlie and where is her bag?" she told mum and Al as they began to move quickly.

She accioed her bag and then pulled out a simple pouch like the one Aunt Hermione has.

"Accio pepper up potion," she said and moistened Ciara's lip with the potion trying to help her but she was not reacting to it.

"Fuck this is bad," she stated and started to search for a bowl and conjured water and a cloth and started to cool her by putting the wet cloth on her head.

"Where is Charlie?" she yelled.

"I'm here."

I looked up to see a blond middle aged man coming frantically into the room and moving directly to Ciara's side and checking her over.

"Where is her bag?" he asked and Lily gave it to him.

He conjured a box in which were a lot of potions, by the way he looked I guessed he was a Healer and he started working on her.

"Shit she still has that potion?" Al said, looking at the box.

What potion?

Lily chuckled, "She won it from Slughorn, she was the fastest to make it and he gave her a sample of it. She never used it and never gave it to Louis even though he begged over and over for it," Lily replied, snickering at the memory.

"Is she okay?" Mum asked anxiously.

"She will be. Why don't you guys give her some space?" Charlie said and we all started to go to the living room

I was in for one hell of a rollicking.

I knew that already and I deserved it.

"What happened?" Lily asked Al and he glared at me.

Fucker.

Lily turned to me and hissed, "What did you do?"

I looked sheepish and remained silent. Al told her everything and she glared at me.

"You fool, she was and you did that. Urgh!" she yelled and started pacing up and down.

Sorry.

But how was I to know that the girl couldn't even tolerate a little levitation?

We waited. Lily continued to pace back and forth, mum tapped her left leg rapidly and Al bit his fingernails. And they said I didn't care about my family. I even knew what they did when they were nervous or happy.

After what seemed like an age, the blonde guy came out and mum rushed to him.

"How is she?" she asked, blinking rapidly.

Please don't start the waterworks.

"She is fine, now," Charlie sighed and sat down. "She is going to kill herself if she doesn't slow down. Do you know when the last time she had a good sleep?" he asked, looking at Lily.

"Not since those night duties…" Lily trailed off.

"I know about the night duties, but those are part of her training and I don't have that much time in the day to spend on her training. She is a fast learner and a very hard worker but she doesn't take care of herself. I told her to sleep the whole day off when she had night training but she didn't," he said as if he was talking to himself, rubbing his brows.

"I know Amy was also saying that she looked like hell in the shows and since Al's proposal, she has not had a good sleep," Lily told him, feeling guilty and then started yanking her hair out.

What were they are on about?

"I told her to leave the damn job if she wanted to but no she told me Amy didn't have any good replacements which I knew she didn't and then she also took the responsibility of helping Vic. It's our fault, I should have told her not to and should have helped myself…" she trailed off and began to pace up and down again.

"Healer Charles, if she..." Mum started to speak but he cut her off.

"I am giving her leave for a few days and tell her to make a full recovery and after she is better tell her to meet me. I have to talk to her otherwise Alicia is going to kill me," he said and everyone snickered.

What?

"Wait a second," I said and everyone turned to look at me.

"Oh!" And that Oh was like this Charlie knew me.

"Hello, I am Healer Charles Bughman," he introduced himself and I shook his hand.

"Training. I thought she was a radio presenter?" I said, I was really shocked at not knowing everything.

"She is but she is training to be a healer."

"A healer?"

"Yes, and she is going to be one hell of a good one, I have never seen such a hardworking girl," Healer Charlie said, shaking his head.

"Of course she is the best, training under Madam Pomfrey will do that to you," Mum said and Lily smiled.

"I can't believe I am the reason she wanted to become one," Lily said grinning and Al smacked her.

"I am happy that you have such a good best friend," Mum said with a smile.

When they were all talking I felt as if something was wrong. Now I knew what I was feeling, it was like I wasn't truly part of this family. They were so familiar with this girl who I didn't know anything about and she was making me feel like a stranger in my own family.

And that scared me to death.

A/n: So here is another chapter with James Pov

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