Chapter Eleven: Chape Goodness

I slowly turned my head to see some guy in black sweatpants and as I slowly moved my eyes up, I saw he also had on a white muscle shirt. (A.K.A tank tops for boys!!!) Finally, I saw his face – Potter.

"Well, are you hungry or something?" he asked.

"Uh…yeah…um…how? No…why? Uh…" I couldn't even speak because I was so confused!

"First, we can get something to eat," he helped me up and made me sit down on a stool in front of a stainless steel island in the middle of the kitchen. "Then I'll explain. What were you looking for?"

"Uh," I shook my head, trying to get rid of the stunned feeling I had. "I have some Havarti cheese but I was looking for some cherries or some grapes.

"Well, we don't have either of those. But we have chapes," he replied, pulling out a large green bowl from the bottom shelf. "My mum combined the grapes and cherries to make a chape. She's a little strange." He set the bowl on the island and sat down across from me.

In a bowl was a huge bushel of half purple, half red berries. I stared at them as Potter took one out of popped it in his mouth. "My mum is crazy about cherries and grapes so she came up with the idea of mixing them. They're pretty good. Try one!"

I slowly took one from the bowl and took a small bite. It was FANTASTIC! I shoved three more in my mouth.

"Hungry?"

I chewed slowly and swallowed. "Just a little," I replied. He laughed. I love his laugh. It's so…sweet and comforting. I like it.

"So, tell me about you, Lily Evans," he said.

That's an odd question. Very odd. Normally he wouldn't care!!! But, oh well. "Well, after this year I'm gonna spend the summer at home then I leave right before my sister's wedding to try and find a job in this world," I explained, stuffing chapes into my mouth.

We just sat there for hours talking. I told him about my muggle band and roller blading and everything else in my life. Then he told me what he wanted to do after school.

We talked, laughed and raided the whole kitchen for more chapes. Those things are addicting, I swear! At six A.M., we finally discovered that there weren't any more chapes in the whole kitchen.

"Well, my mum might be a little…Hell she'll be totally pissed!" I laughed. When I stopped, I realized that he was staring at me.

"What? Is there something one my face?" I frantically asked.

"No, I love your face," he coughed which took out of his trance. "I mean that was slightly embarrassing. I meant to say how I like your laugh. It's a cute laugh."

I could just feel myself blushing. "Thanks," I reached out to use a napkin. "I was thinking it could help in some odd way. Potter reached out too. Our hands touched then he wrapped his around mine.

My head snapped up and our eyes locked. Those gorgeous eyes were like whirlpools, sucking me in. I could feel myself forcing me to move closer.

I would like to take the time to ask a very important question: Where the heck did my sanity go?

Before I could answer my own question, Potter's lips hit mine.

It was gentle at first, but then I wanted more. I leaned farther over the table then crawled on top of it, getting closer to Potter. He pulled me off the table so I was standing with him. The whole time, we didn't break the kiss.

I belt my butt hit the side of the island and we slid down to the floor. I leaned back against the side of the island and he leaned into me. He started running his hand through my hair feverishly and I moaned into his lips.

Ten minutes later, a woman I guessed to he his mother walked in. She gasped. "James, I am shocked! Ms. Evans is conscious and you didn't tell me?"

She was a thin, tall woman with the same eyes as Potters'. Otherwise, they looked nothing alike. She had blonde hair and a boney frame. Nothing like my strong muscular Potter. Wait a second…my Potter? Dear Merlin, I've lost it!

"Good morning, Lily," she stepped happily over us to the refrigerator. "I can see you enjoyed my Havarti cheese, and my chapes…and my son." I could feel my cheeks and neck turning tomato red. "I'll leave you tow alone," she took and apple and left the kitchen.

"So," was all Potter could say. "Happy Christmas?"

"Yeah, Happy Christmas," I replied. Let me tell you what we looked like. I had messy hair and I was still a deep red color. Potter was as hot as ever and we were sprawled on the floor, panting.

"Listen Lily, I like you," he paused, trying to find his words. "You're pretty, heck, you're drop-dead gorgeous, you're smart and athletic and funny and…then point is that I like you a lot. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

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