(480): How creepy of a moustache can you grow by Wednesday night?
"Moustache"
James Sirius heard the front door of his parent's house slam shut but waited patiently in his room for the visitor to make themself known rather than climb out of bed to bid them welcome. Whoever the intruder was, they were clearly unaffected by his lack of enthusiasm to pull himself out of bed and, following several thumping steps along the hallway, his door was flung open to reveal a head of vibrant red curls and a pair of intense blue eyes set in a pretty face that ran into a slender swan-neck and a toned, lithe body.
"Jemmy," the girl announced authoritatively with her hip jutted out, oblivious to the fact that the eldest Potter child was lying half-naked in his bed, an arm flung over his eyes, "How creepy of a moustache can you grow by Wednesday night?"
There was a groan that may have been a response of sorts, but the newcomer didn't acknowledge it, instead grabbing a-hold on the crumpled duvet and with an almighty tug ripped the cover off him.
"ARRRGNYAH – what are you doing, crazy woman?" James cried in outrage, flailing around in shock before falling out of the bed. Thankfully, he had boxers on, or Lucy Weasley would have been scarred for life (at least, she would have been, had she any inhibitions).
"I need some help," she said with a shrug, plonking herself casually onto the corner of the bed, "and you can give it to me."
"And you couldn't come asking for it at a normal hour, like after lunch?"
"Sorry, time is of the essence – I needed to get to you before you shaved," Lucy grinned, crossing her long legs as her cousin looked up at her with a half-hearted scowl. It lasted all of half a minute before he finally gave up his irritated demeanour.
"What's the problem, cherry-bomb?" He prodded using the nickname he and Al had starting calling her at Hogwarts after being present for several verbal explosions. In retaliation she'd called them Jemmy and Asp ever since, but the annoyance had bled into fondness now as the three hit their maturity.
"There's a fellow – a new guy – who just can't take a hint," she explained, "and I figured, hey, Jamesie owes me a few favours, why not get him to help me out? So, Wednesday night, moustached as you can get, we're going out and hitting the circuit. You're posing as my boyfriend so this tosser can finally get it through his thick head that I'm not available for him. You have free reign to hit him as you see fit."
James moved to interject something, but Lucy held a hand up to silence him. "Drinks are on me, all night, until the wanker arrives, at which point you'll have to look – and act – the part. That includes cuddles and buying me drinks."
The scruffy haired boy considered the deal thoughtfully, his mouth set in a pout.
"Alright," he agreed, "but what's this about a creepy moustache?"
"Makes you look older," Lucy told him as she went to stand. A flash of colour caught her eye though and she pulled it out from the clump of duvet; it was pair of very small lace knickers in a gorgeous dark blue. She raised an eyebrow at the now blushing James. "Who's the lucky girl?"
She smirked and tossed the tiny piece of lingerie at him as she got up to leave (she wasn't going to wait for an answer she knew wouldn't come without excessive coaxing).
"Thanks, Jemmy," she called out over her shoulder as she walked out of the bedroom in flash of attitude, black denim and flaming hair, "Knew I could count on you."
James remained on the floor staring after his cousin with a resigned smile, making a mental note to fore-go shaving for the week. She was a surprise, their cherry-bomb; Percy Weasley's daughter had turned out as polar as possible to her swotty, Ministry-loving father and sweet-natured mother, Audrey, and what Lucy Weasley wanted, Lucy Weasley got - that included aid on tap from her tangle of male cousins, and only the slightest amount of bribery for the girls.
Hello, I've been reading some crazy and wonderful Next Generation fics with the less proclaimed and exclaimed about children, and I thought I'd give it a go. Hope you liked it.
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