DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I only own myself. How sad is that?
Chapter 1 of Wild and Wicked: Aurora Knight
He kissed her neck, biting softly on her weak spot below her collarbone. She moaned, drawing his head closer to her shoulder. He continued his steady assault, only encouraged by the small sounds of pleasure she made as she pressed her body against his.
BANG! James tore apart from the girl, instinctively drawing the covers over his half-naked body. Her roommate, a small, stocky girl, had apparated into their room, gasping unabashedly at the shirtless James Potter and her roommate on her bed.
"I knew it, you bloody twit," Melinda, the roommate, cried. "You just wanted sex!"
James Potter II glanced down at Jenny and shrugged. Jenny tried to hide her smirk under her covers, only resulting in an even larger scowl from Melinda.
James pulled himself out of the tangle that was Jenny, ignoring her fading smile. With a flirtatious wink at Melinda, James quipped, "Listen, ladies, I should be going." At this, Jenny flung up her covers (in which she was naked underneath) and stomped over to James' side of the bed, slapping him soundly across the cheek.
"Bloody hell, what was that for?" James crowed, already feeling the sting of her slap ebb away.
"You just wanted me for sex!" James stared at the girl in shock. Jenny had invited him over last night for just that. Grabbing his shirt off the floor, James bit back a "I could say the same to you." Jenny suddenly softened, grabbing James' arm and trying to pull him back to the bed. Melinda snorted and walked out of the room, slamming the door so hard that hairline cracks lined the door handle.
"Stay," Jenny purred, tugging on James' resistant arm.
"This has been fun, Jenny." James pulled his arm out of her embrace, stepping back so he nearly bumped into her meter-long poster of Harry Styles. Jenny suddenly came stomping back to James, slapping him even more forcefully on the cheek.
"What the hell, Jenny?" James snapped, stumbling to the door.
"My name isn't Jenny - it's Gemma!" Jenny (no, Gemma) bit, reflexively walking towards James again. James recognized the curling fist and apparated out of the small two-bedroom flat before she had time to even blink.
Just another Monday morning for James Potter II.
Two days later…
"Mr. Potter, you have seven owls that came in this morning," Dora echoed, clacking away on her laptop as she spoke. She looked up and paused. "And a particularly feisty red-haired woman you said was your mother."
James rolled his eyes, setting down his briefcase by his assistant's desk and hanging up his coat. It had been a nasty morning. The trains were out of service, and his fireplace broke from poorly-aimed, drunken jinx. He was forced to run the three miles to work, and in the biting snow of London, James was not in a particular mood to see his mother.
He strolled into the expansive office, a large room with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the heart of London from twelve stories high. At night, the windows could open to a small balcony that was perfect for star-gazing. Not that James had taken anyone out there. He didn't want to.
"James Sirius Potter." Ginny scowled from the leather seat behind his desk.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," James replied, striding to Ginny's side of the desk to show her an envelope. "I got your invitation to Albus' engagement party." James looked at the envelope, realizing that it wasn't even opened. He quickly shoved it in his pocket and hoped his mother didn't notice.
"Albus already told you?" Phew.
"Of course he did." James winked charismatically. "He can't keep a surprise for the life of him." Ginny rolled his eyes, an almost precise replication of James minutes ago. As James continued to tease Albus' humble habits, she glanced around the office which was neat, architecturally beautiful and… free of any personal relationship signs.
"Will you bring anyone to the party?" James scowled. Of course, her arrival had an ulterior motive. Despite being one of the most successful and widely known historians in the Wizarding World, James couldn't take his personal life seriously. He hadn't had a girlfriend since he was twenty. Albus, who was twenty-five and engaged to a feisty Muggle librarian, had gained the approval of his mother and father. James, on the other hand, couldn't seem to settle down for anything except a particularly fascinating historical essay.
"No." No use letting her down slowly. She already knew the answer, and his response didn't faze her. Ginny could sense James' impatience but had to nag him a bit more.
"When were you planning on calling your parents?" James looked at her with a bemused expression.
"What do you mean? It wasn't your anniversary, was it? Your anniversary was April 20."
"March 28," Ginny crossed her arms, standing up and grabbing her purse.
"I was only a month off!" James winked, leading her out of the large office. Dora bounded out of her seat to collect Ginny's jacket, but Ginny urged her back to her seat.
"Can I walk you out, Mom?" Ginny shook her head with a knowing smile and after donning a large down-feather jacket, she padded out of the office. James rolled his eyes.
"Dora, can you send me a report of the summit last week in Paris?" Dora nodded, spinning around her chair to grab a piece of paper behind her. "I also need you at the conference tomorrow, taking notes."
Dora stared expectantly at him. James continued rattling off her duties for the next week before she finally interrupted him.
"James, I'm leaving tomorrow. Remember? I'm moving?" James' jaw dropped, but he composed himself quickly on Dora's disappointed gaze. His assistant of three years never failed to remind him of something, and it was a problem on his part that he hadn't noticed.
"Of course. I'm sorry, Dora." Dora nodded slowly, and James ran a hand through his unruly hair, focusing his chestnut eyes on Dora. "This is it?"
"I guess so." Dora shrugged with a small smile.
"Let's do something." James proposed excitedly. Dora shook her head.
"I'd rather not make a fuss. Plus, the new assistant will be here tomorrow." James sighed. Could this day get any worse?
"What's her name? I need the lowdown." James pulled back a chair adjacent to her desk, sitting down and paging through the proffered report disinterestedly.
"Aurora Knight. She is a pure-blood, parents were both a part of the Ministry of Magic. She doesn't have much on her resume, and we couldn't do much of a background search on her. She is a bit of an enigma but hand-picked by the Minister of Magic, so she must be important." James thought for a minute.
"How old is she?" Dora frowned, only too aware of his intentions. Dora and James, before she met her Muggle husband, had fooled around a bit. She knew James' reputation, but a large part of her twenty-three year old self had only loved the temptation. His charm. He was near irresistible. And very unavailable.
"Twenty-five." James smirked, picking himself off the chair and padding back to his office. He just couldn't wait to meet her.
Aurora Knight, it turned out, was beautiful. Beautiful in the way that made James mispronounce his name four times over again until she rolled her eyes and returned to her desk. And James could do nothing but look at her. Her ivy-colored eyes hooded with her thick, dark eyelashes. Full, tempting lips that seemed to challenge James' habit of snarky and sarcastic comments. Dark brown hair that framed a heart shaped face. She was beautiful in a way that made men stop and stare, women pause and scowl.
And she also very much disliked James.
"I'm James Potter," James finally said, after a long three hour period of stalking her behind the closed doors of his office. She looked up disinterestedly.
"I don't care." James huffed frustratedly - none of his assistants had ever been this unwilling to give him the benefit of doubt.
"Listen, Aurora-" A scowl. "-Mrs. Knight. If you want to work here, you need to respect me as your boss." Aurora stood up suddenly, curling her lips into a seductive smirk. Prowling over to him, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him against her body. James breathing quickened. She leaned in closer, brushing her red-lined lips against his ear. He shuddered.
"I think we both know who the boss is here."
Thank you for reading the first chapter of Wild and Wicked. This is a fan fiction between James Potter II (son of Ginny and Harry) and Aurora Knight. Stick around for the next chapter in a few days. Leave a review or favorite this to find it more accessibly! Until next time…