Warning: Sex Scene, if you don't like it continue after this chapter's *Warning ?!X!?* section by the end.

Music Recs:
Coldplay - 'Viva La Vida'
Emily King - 'Believer'
Calvin Harris - 'School'
John Mayer - 'New Light'
Eliza Doolittle - 'Rollerblades'
Disclosure/Lorde - 'Magnets'

Buzzing Days and Melting Nights

'You're getting bored, aren't you?' Vela asked him.

'A little,' he admitted. 'But this is something you wanted to do, and I can tell you now, anything you find fun, I will never deny you.'

Vela smirked at James' never-ending requirement to please her.

It had been two weeks since that first impromptu date. The couple had visited an art museum and Vela always found herself at peace there, but James was a mile a minute person and so couldn't quite hold the same focus on such a pass time.

'It's because they don't move, isn't it?' she added.

James nodded as he stared at the painting before him, a still life oil painting of fruit.

'I know I'm not there often, but I thought fruit didn't move of its own accord in the Wizarding World – you know unless there was some magical physics involved?' Vela remarked smartly.

James looked at her with a mock glare. She smiled cheekily in response.

'C'mon, I have a really fun thing that I know you will enjoy,' Vela took his hand in hers, which in turn brought his full attention to her.

'I prefer doing this with Scorpius anyway. He's truly fascinated with the movements post-traditional art. I wanted to see how long you lasted before being honest.'

'You torture me, on purpose?' he asked, a little horrified. At her continued grin, he gave a sigh of annoyance.

'Take me to your next, hopefully livelier pass time, Miss Malfoy,' James squeezed her hand, with a small reassuring smile as hers widened, pulling him from the gallery they currently occupied, before exiting the museum out into the overcast, albeit muggy day.

But neither felt the outlook of the weather dampen their spirits.

James had seen films before, but only ever on the television set on the rare occasion that he and Albus were coaxed into hanging out with their cousin Dottie and Lily for a movie night. Dottie, as a Dursley, had been far better accustomed to muggle life than they had been, and so didn't question things as much as James had despite her surprising entry as a witch to Hogwarts. So, when James was taken to a Science Museum, he wasn't expecting to then enter a movie theatre, although far larger in scale and projection than his Aunt Hermione had envisioned to answer one of his many, many questions as accurately as she often did.

'We're at the pictures?'

'Yes,' Vela said, 'But this isn't just any theatre,' before handing him a pair of blacked out lenses. 'They have this special on outer space in IMAX 3-D. Figured this part of muggle life might be the most enjoyable.'

James shook his index finger at her and said corrected her, 'You are the most enjoyable part of muggle life.'

Vela rolled her eyes, smiling nevertheless and said, 'Just put them on when the speaker prompts you to. I promise you might recognise your priorities after that.'

'Well then you are terrible at keeping promises,' James shrugged simply as he pulled her to sit down in the next seat to his.

While James watched the spectacle of outer space on the screen before him as the images pushed closer to him with the lenses on his face, his mouth remained open in awe, his eyes rarely blinking. About an hour later, James was ruined for films on a television set after that experience, Vela trying not to look as amused as she felt at his clear befuddlement.

'The most enjoyable part of muggle life?'

'Oh, still you, by a long shot. But that comes a shy second,' James admitted.

On one of the evenings in her living room, they were playing chess because an outing wouldn't be suitable for James' current predicament which was being sore from the waist down after the Beaters on his team tried out some new tactics during a practice, with James earning the highest amount after gloating that they wouldn't make one hit on him. He currently stunk of arnica rub and an underlying scent of nose stinging from the oil of wintergreen that was applied gently to James' bruises by a patient Vela when she revealed she had a bulk bottle from the last time she went home.

He really tried not to make it so sexual, but the bedside nurse aspect had him reeling.

She was happy to play cards to ease his sore body, but James was also trying to at some point, beat his Uncle Ron in the board game, competitive as he was. He had also overheard that his Uncle Ron was fetching to get a game with "Cassiopeia" when the time came that the two families would meet properly upon Rose and Scorpius' eventual engagement. He had propositioned the beautiful woman before him to help him so that he may have a chance in hell come the next chance he got to play his Uncle.

After about three losses, she finally ditched the board, and climbed on top of him on the couch, and kissed him soundly. He was more than happy to forego the lesson if she felt so forward right in this moment.

James realised that she wanted to progress things when her hand came underneath his t-shirt and he was quick to shed it off his body, and she appraised him somewhat as she looked down at his definition. He was glad of the appeasement to Vela as he certainly didn't work a touch harder in the Puddlemere gym for athletic purposes, although it did allow him to take a hit a little easier from those two chuckleheads who came for his legs earlier that day. No, James was vain and he wasn't loathe to admit it.

After a brief moment of admiration for his Professional Quidditch career, she brushed her hands over his torso, moving up to his shoulders and kissed him soundly again which he welcomed as his arms wrapped around her and squeezed her in tighter, one trailing down to her ass. Midway he had managed to sit up, with her fierce lips still attached to his before he flipped her onto her back, allowing a surprised, 'Oh my God,' to escape her before James went back down to meet her and kiss her thoroughly. The muscles in his legs screaming and occasional brush of a bruise wailing out was worth it.

It was incredibly daring to even consider what could occur if he had thought through his next motion, purely out of need for her, but he was grateful when he ground down the now hard erection into where he had guessed would be the best spot and discovered that she was not in fact offended, but gave him the breathiest moan in response.

James continued brushing against her as her hands gripped and traced a tingling scratch out on his back, as a series of these delighted little moans echoed throughout his ego to make her feel every pleasure he could provide her.

Through their heavenly ministrations, neither heard the door to her flat open. It would seem that someone had the good grace to try and avoid an awkward moment when they couple occupying the sofa in the living room were neither quiet nor subtle and the two sets of footsteps tried to move throughout the flat close to the room carefully.

That would all go to waste when someone would stub their toe in the kitchen and swear to high heaven.

James and Vela immediately startled from their very heated moment, had moved quickly as James stood up. She sat up and watched as he pulled out his wand from his overnight bag, a new and wonderful development James might admit, but was not quite thoughtful on as Vela stood up and went ahead of him to investigate.

She turned the light on in the kitchen, and found Ryan wearing flip flops, regrettably so, as he silently seethed and Naima tried to help him and escape.

Vela sighed, her eyes rolling back in mere relief as she saw the incredibly apologetic expression of her best friend and Ryan Wood's clear pain etched into his brow and gritted teeth. To be fair to him, his toe was now bleeding on their kitchen floor.

James came up from behind her and she pushed away his wand hand so as to not act too instinctively in front of Naima. James flushed momentarily before pocketing his wand in his extended jeans pocket, and also realised by Naima's proud glance between Vela and James that he was still shirtless.

'So,' Vela started uncomfortably. 'You heard us?'

'We were trying not to ruin it,' reasoned Naima pleading. 'Considering we usually have reign over this flat, you deserved your moment in the sun.'

Vela had to admit that being with James often felt like being in the warmth of sunshine. It was frustrating to feel the clouds drift over when things became more interesting.

'I'll get the first aid kit,' resigned Vela as she went looking through the cupboards. James smiled apologetically in return as she passed him and looked murderous toward his teammate.

'I couldn't see!' Ryan argued with James' stony glare, Naima trying to hide her amusement of James' expression.

'Mhmm,' James said unimpressed.

'I'm sorry!'

James was currently being an absolute prick by not holding anything back and using Ryan's weaknesses against him while on brooms at practice.

'Oi! Will you two drop this already!'

Coach O'Malley had a seat in the box and communicated to his first playing team's earpieces when he wasn't monitored by the Managers who were giving him hell at the moment.

'You're not getting paid an exorbitant amount of money to fuck around!'

The northern accent was growing shriller by the second. While James and Ryan highly respected their Coach, a Wimbourne Wasp legend in his own right, James wasn't about to let up.

'Only if you say the Magic words,' James flew a circle around the Keeper.

'You're a dickhead, Potter,' Ryan answered smartly.

'Wouldn't be the first time I was called that,' James admitted calmly, 'But not quite what I was after.'

'I said sorry!' Ryan blurted out again.

'An empty word when you know I prefer declarations!' James expressed forthright.

Ryan yelled out a grunt of frustration, which James smiled the whole way through, 'Fine you upstart little shit. I won't cockblock you ever again, intentionally or unintentionally!'

James flew closer and said in a business-like manner, 'Your declaration is accepted…pending a two-week trial basis.'

'Because you don't know how to aim your meat and two veg? It's quite simple Potter, you see there's a hole-' Ryan cattily replied.

He evaded the swing of James' arm and flew back to his post, looking pleased to know he had regained the upper hand.

After a suggestion from Naima, the two went to Regent's Park where a screening of When Harry Met Sally was playing. They were the furthest back on a soft picnic blanket and as far away from the other spectators as possible. They were drinking prosecco and Chambord combinations and James found himself gleefully tiddly. While snogging the absolute sense out of her had been a delightful experience, the two had also found themselves wanting for food.

Vela had made fresh scones from her elf's recipe growing up, and James had helped himself quite easily after one bite of the warm baked good with some fresh cream and marmalade.

Eager to taste her concoction himself, he didn't hesitate to gently tug her chin to face him, as his lips pressed fervently against hers. She didn't care that she knocked her half full plastic wine flute off the blanket as he laid her down, hovering over her and kissed her more thoroughly, unwinding any hope she had of being decent in this dark and alluring setting. Taking advantage of his placement over her, leaning on his elbow and partially on top of her, his hands traced down from its hold on her face and her little breathy moans – desperately quiet for the consideration of the people much closer to the screen and to James' eternal frustration, particularly as he brushed her free breast.

He tried to remain collected from this discovery, not having realised that she free balled her breasts as she wore a dress that clearly cupped her chest comfortably without the confining undergarment.

His tongue deepened their kiss as she dug her digits into the back of his neck at this development, his hand massaging her breast. Her ministrations would become too much for him and he would do something surely inappropriate, as his breathing became laboured and his head became lighter from the lack of oxygen…

James started to cough quite recklessly, pulling away from Vela at this sudden need to suck in as much breath as possible. He recalled this reaction from his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he had been an idiot who didn't have that handy life-saving vial of potion on him as Alice had to force his airway open as his sister Lily, thankfully just further down the Gryffindor table and with an equally fucked allergy issue handed over hers to the future Healer his best friend would become…and he didn't have that same potion on him now.

Vela sat up and looked to him to see what was immediately wrong only to find him looking incredibly apologetic as he grabbed onto her.

As the two spun in apparition, landing on the sleek and clean wooden floors of St. Mungos version of an A&E, Vela promptly vomited gratuitously, a profound mixture of prosecco, a mixed berry jam and cream, James still wheezing out breaths as his panic became further clear. A healer attempted to assist Vela but she stopped her and blurted out, 'I'm fine – Help him!'

James tried to sound out a word to say, "anaphylaxis," but it merely came out as a desperate gurgle as his throat continued to close up.

James had been wise to turn up at St. Mungo's though, as Alice in a turquoise Healer cloak rushed toward them and immediately forced his mouth open via some jawbone manipulative spells, an accio'd potion from her pocket then poured down his throat.

Vela watched in continued horror, only to close her eyes in such relief as James finally started breathing evenly. Alice turned to check on Vela, cleaning up the vomit with one shot of her wand and found the young squib woman to be staring at James in unreserved dread.

He was moved rather quickly to a private consultation room based on the fact that one kid recognised him from his Quidditch League edition of Chocolate Frog Cards – one of James' highest achievements in his opinion – and as Alice scowled at him.

'I nearly killed him,' she said plainly, her eyes unblinking.

'No, you didn't Miss Malfoy,' spoke a voice from the doorway.

Cassiopeia turned at the familiar matter of fact tone of voice of her childhood Healer, Ernie MacMillan, who was also, apparently James' by the presumption of his answer. He held up a vial of a glittery purple potion and handed it to James, unimpressed.

'How many times do you nearly have to die before you remember to keep this on you, Mr Potter?'

The wizard in question grimaced. 'In my defence, I didn't think snogging Vela would cause me to have an anaphylactic reaction,' James mentioned frankly.

The two healers present looked back at the Squib's mortification from this answer, her face scrunched and hiding her eyes behind a spread fingered hand.

'I'm assuming his allergy is berry related?'

'You assume correctly, Miss Malfoy,' MacMillan urged politely. 'More specifically, strawberries.'

'I had eaten my scones with mixed berry jam,' Vela answered with chagrin.

'For fuck sake James,' Alice expressed, exasperated – her senior mentor taken back by her choice of language.

'Ms Longbottom,' he started in his efforts from trying to restrain her emotions but she shot him an annoyed look and said, 'With all due respect Ernie, James is currently living on my couch and this isn't my first off kilter broom ride with him.'

It might have been the first name basis, or the fact that she knew that he dated her mother at one point, but Ernie backed down immediately.

'I told you that you needed to inform your – um, your dates –' she was about to say something far more inappropriate but figured it wasn't fair to Vela to call her a "lover" in front of someone who was so well known to her as a child, 'of your allergy – I won't be around to save you every time!'

James reverted to a pouty child being reprimanded by a parent. Vela was learning that while James was often more than not quite an adult, Alice had clearly been responsible for James from a young age, and neither had grown out of their respective roles.

'I swear to God, if this is the weakness thing again –'

'Beautiful women are my only weakness,' James interrupted sly, which earned him a smack to the back of his head from Alice and continued after a brief pause from the shock of the impact.

'The strawberry thing is just an odd detour for my body.'

'Your allergy to strawberries can kill you. Vela can't – although I would be remiss to say she didn't consider it after you side apparated her without giving her a heads up and conveniently forgot to mention your anaphylactic reaction to a popular fruit,' Alice spoke reproachfully.

Ernie decided to retreat, confident his influence had made an impact on Alice when it came to the seriousness of James' allergy. Vela gave a shy wave goodbye relieved Healer MacMillan was no longer present as her current date received the tongue lashing of his life.

'Now. I will get your paperwork sorted so you can get back to wherever you pulled yourself from – Vela, I'm sorry you had to witness this,' said Alice, genuinely apologetic to Vela who waved it off.

Alice sent one last glare to James before retreating, with a pat on Vela's shoulder, conveying a message of, "he might be your problem now, so good luck".

James felt the crushing burden of guilt press down upon his chest, having looked to a somewhat traumatised Vela with a mixture of uncertainty and defeat.

She patted her hands to her lap in distinct thought, Vela eventually pushing herself up from the chair she was seated in to come meet him where he sat on the examining bed.

'You should have told me,' were the words that came from her pink lips.

'I know,' James resigned himself to defeat over guilt. 'I guess I just forget important things when I'm with you.'

'James,' warned Vela. He took her hand in his and pulled her closer to him, carefully kissing one of them before looking at her distressed face, her face snatched into a discerning frown.

'I am sincerely sorry that I wasn't careful, and that you had to find out this way,' James apologised genuinely. 'I will make it up to you – in several ways.'

Vela didn't realise that he was pulling her in ever so close, his hands finding their way to her waist and when she found herself falling forward, she quickly remembered two facts. The lingering lethal facets of strawberries still existed in her mouth – and secondly, she had vomited.

Her whole palm stopped James from making a second, potentially fatal mistake, feeling the beginnings of James Potter initiating a snog. James was not shocked by this roadblock.

'You should probably not kiss me for about 24 hours,' Vela mentioned wisely.

'But what a wonderful way to perish?' James insisted from behind her hand. As the joke did not seem to amuse Vela Malfoy an inch, James' face fell and said, 'Sorry.'

She shook her head, removing her hand and responded. 'You are by far, one of the most ridiculous people I've ever met.'

James nodded, 'That's not the first time anyone has ever told me that.'

'I don't doubt it,' a smile flourished on Vela's almost exhausted from worry face.

Vela had returned to her childhood home through the Floo in the living room from her flat. She hadn't been back to visit in a while and her parents had returned from their trip well over a fortnight prior. Her mother was pleased to see her, and Vela had decided to entertain catching up with her parent's so the real reason wasn't quite as duplicitous.

Spain had been quite relaxing despite how well she knew her father was able to relax outside of his family home. Her mother was darker with the sun's agreeable nature to her skin tone and her father had naturally sat under an umbrella to not burn as his skin tone didn't know anything above porcelain without going red. Vela was grateful to the Gods that she got her mother's complexion for tanning, despite how deathly pale she came across during winter.

She had decided to situate herself in her childhood bedroom afterwards with a cold lemonade as Vela pulled up the Wizarding Wireless she had received for her ninth birthday, which was a purple atrocity of a children's toy but functioned as any radio did. She fiddled with the dials and tuned it to the right channel that had a rather enthusiastic female commentator, who Vela expected to be new as she hadn't heard of Florence Ghoulish before this moment, as she was partnered with one of her favourites, Lee Jordan, who had somehow always managed to add the statistics to the gameplay – which went straight to her nerdy little mathematician's heart for an enjoyable listening experience.

The Montrose Magpies had been slated against Puddlemere United and, despite a couple of odd moments from their Head Chaser who tried to implement muggle football tactics to something as uninvolved with the sport as Quidditch, they were tough, and one of her father's detested competitors for Tutshill.

While she was a little eager to sexually evolve with James, they had had a frank discussion following the several attempts that were always thwarted by outside forces. James was delicate in his approach about the matter, and while Cassiopeia was portrayed to be something similar, Vela was anything but, finding that she was able to make him blush by simply informing him how much she desired him to say dirty things to her as he fucked her silly into a mattress. James wasn't put off, but he certainly couldn't quite articulate that he would have to wait until this specific game was finished, the first of the Quidditch season and the toughest for the roster, and therefore the most anticipated – partially embarrassed that one of his strengths was when he had to hold off from sex during an intense game. It apparently gave him an edge and made him a little hungrier.

Regardless of the outcome, Vela had promised herself that the minute she met up with him that evening, she would give him two options. And as they had been seeing each other for about four weeks, she couldn't imagine him becoming celibate in the next 24 hours to decline the second option, which was far more pleasing in her opinion.

Matters didn't help much when she taught him what it meant to send nudes. Or in Vela's case, her scantily clad, expensive couture lingerie laden body. James had called her the second she had sent these and almost tried to cancel out his belief that sex before Quidditch lost his edge until she remained diligent to his cause. That it was merely a promise of what was to come once the game was finished with the seeker's fist closing around the Snitch.

The double entendre was not missed either.

'It looks like the first game of the season hasn't made Puddlemere lacklustre in their fierceness.'

'O'Malley certainly has drilled the importance into Puddlemere's first team. And if the rumours are true that all reserves are in attendance, then they are willing to make some dangerous sacrifices for the first game,' Lee Jordan agreed.

Vela grimaced. As much as she knew James was passionate for the sport and eager to prove his place as Head Chaser, she didn't want to necessarily visit him in St. Mungo's following this game.

'Wood has just caught the quaffle like this is Unkite's first game at Hogwarts,' Ghoulish mentioned, unimpressed by Urie Unkite's attempt to score.

'It seems there is some jitters for Montrose's Head Chaser following their disastrous loss for the Cup last year. And with Potter now at the helm for Puddlemere's very tight Chaser unit, there's no certainty at Montrose's chances in the scoring arena.'

'But at the end of the day, it all comes down to that Snitch – and Puddlemere's silent assassin Hattie McDaniel, who only moved up from the Reserves following the retirement of Gendry Wickham and has become one of the team's best assest's following some phenomenal game play last season will hopefully prove to be one of the strongest Seekers in the league.'

'Yes, while O'Malley has been criticised for his unconventional choices within the team roster, with admittedly some hiccups at the beginning it has really smoothed out to be a well-oiled and brilliantly effective team.'

Montrose's beaters had a far better time when it came to the notes of the two commentators, although Nicky "NiNi" Nguyen had admittedly scared the two shitless as she bashed one of the in play bludgers into protective glass of the commentator's box. As the swearing subsided one of the commentators was able to concentrate enough to relay Nini's unintentionally ingenious move.

The impact of the bludger against the magically proofed glass propelled back towards the hip of a Montrose Chaser coming from the opposite direction, completely unhanding the Quaffle from shock, disengaging the play to score against Puddlemere. The Quaffle was no longer in possession, enabling one of the Puddlemere Chasers Adio Wallace to catch it from below.

Adio had scored against Montrose as they struggled to regroup and act on defence, earning the innately wild cheers from the packed stadium and the following dragged-out background crowd noise of 'AAAAAAAAADDDDIOOOOOO!' multiple times over the wireless.

'Won't be the first we'll be hearing that tonight, ey Ghoulish?'

'Yep, despite calls from Rodham Flint that James Potter would be the "hog of the century", the Head Chaser is not seeking all the glory for tonight's round,' Florence responded to Lee's quip.

The match was going in Puddlemere United's favour over the next hour, and Vela felt herself getting caught up in the ferocity of the sport as she would with a Harpies game. There were only a couple of shots that passed through Ryan Wood's steel Keeping skills from Montrose, but from the numbers, it was all very dependent on the Seeker to end Montrose's misery or be their saving grace.

She was laying comfortably on the four-post bed draped in white linens after watching two episodes of Ab Fab and a devil ivy that trailed throughout her room, to Vela's request, her father's great concern and Nimble's high encouragement. Plants were highly regarded among elves, nature being able to overtake spaces inhabited by those who took the privilege of indoor lives. Naturally, the ivy itself had little restraint over the space available in her room, and the room was a space of white, wood and mostly, green, spots of young feminine pastels that she couldn't bring herself to get rid of.

James scored again, a roar of the crowd evident as one of the chants for Puddlemere United started again and Florence's declaration of his strong game coming through and further evidence of his possibility to captain come his early thirties with the way he got on with the game without too much concern for showboating. Vela never tempted herself with sportsmen as an ideal as a teenage girl – or any musicians or actors that may have popped up in either worlds as famous, but she finally understood why the girls on her floor in school put up posters and sighed at the mere thought of an interaction with their desired star, and it excited her that he was making his way straight from the game, win or lose, kicking out her house mate and –

'Hello darling.'

Draco Malfoy stood at her open door, his long platinum hair tied out of his face, wearing brown slacks, a pair of plaid slippers and a loose white button up shirt – collarless to hear near confusion until she recognised that it was one she bought him a couple of years prior to immerse better in muggle society should he choose to visit. Her father's voice interrupted her unfortunately lurid thoughts as she turned to face him, so violently, she cricked her neck.

'Ahh…Dad, hi.'

His brow quirked at her odd behaviour, and when she flashed him a much warmer smile, his concern withered. 'What brings you back here?' he gestured as he stepped inside.

Vela turned from her position on the bed, moving to sit on the edge, where her father also sat. 'I just wanted to get away for a few hours…missed my roots I suppose.'

Draco pulled his daughter to his side in a gentle embrace. He smelled of peppermint as he took to mints out of nervous habit and an aftershave that always lingered but never overwhelmed since she was a babe. It always reminded her greatly of home. Vela wrapped an arm around his back and let her head lean on his shoulder.

'You can come back anytime you want – stay over for a night even – move back if you must,' Draco said, a touch too insistent to be something he didn't hope for sometimes.

'Would you like me to bring men back here too?'

He scoffed at the mere mention which made her shake her head in amusement. 'Thank you for the offer Dad, but I would rather not leave Naima alone. I would have no one to feed and you would be horrified with how many clothes I go through in a week.'

'On your head, be it,' he said, only partially serious, '…although I wish you would listen to a team more worthy of your attention if you are to make a homecoming on such a wonderful day.'

'There are other teams aside from Tutshill, Dad,' Vela deigned to mention.

'You were never so invested before, unless of course it was the Harpies.'

'For good reason! There aren't any real mixed gender sports in the muggle world, so the fact that a League team remains all female in a mixed gender sport is quite a feat.'

'But you don't listen to just any games,' her father became a little curious. 'What's the score?'

'Montrose; 40 and Puddlemere; 90,' she said in a little mumble.

'Yes,' her father said, deviously hopeful.

'An investment?' Vela queried.

Draco shook his head, 'Well, not mine. I did tell Blaise not to be so apathetic on where he put his coin and he will be reaping what he sowed.'

At the mention of her father's old school chum, Vela schooled herself not to show too much. She wasn't a fan of his, not that he would know why. Vela knew her father's friends were few and far between and while there were no real issues prior to her fourteenth year, her ever knowing the Zabini family had made her a lot more of a recluse from her culture when time came she would be an adult and make such decisions for herself, regardless of her lack of magic.

'The name suits him, really,' Vela half joked, which earned her father's affection as he kissed her head genially.

'As you always say, a self-made man is wiser in his purchases – or something of that nature.'

His daughter frowned in how Draco managed to turn it to be less like razor blades and more like honey to his closest and well-regarded friends. 'I mostly say that self-made men don't get involved in human trafficking as an income source, but sure, we'll go with the tame version of my view on inherited wealth.'

'You speak like you won't ever inherit our wealth,' Draco poked her blithely.

Vela frowned deeply at this, having lost the nagging thought of but James is playing a sport on national radio and you were okay with the cheerleader narrative and executing that later on, to fully encapsulate this new information. 'I don't like talking about when you and Mum go, but you were going to leave me half of this?'

'You can't half expect your brother to cope with all of it. Father still doesn't shut up about that bloody cane-'

'He acts like he endured a great injury when he sprinted away from that battle faster than you can say Voldemort's dead–', Vela stopped at her Dad's surprised face and reverted back quietly. 'Sorry…still though…it's tacky he has one at all – he's not a duke.'

Her Dad gave a great, long and unnecessarily dramatic sigh, something Vela caused quite often from growing up and turning out to be less conservative and ladylike, but far more radical, and being an equally poor influence on her brother's politics had made him a fierce person, even if he sometimes couldn't find the courage to stand up for himself. Eventually, he looked to her, a fond smile appearing on his lips.

'You…will be the death of me, Cassiopeia.'

'I sincerely hope not. The profiteroles will be your undoing if you don't stop now though.'

'Incorrigible child,' he pointed at her, amusement in his eyes as he poked her again.

'I know it's a novel concept, but even I know you're too vain to not consider jogging-'

He attempted to tickle her, following up with a fierce horse bite to her knee from his quick fingers, which caused his grown adult daughter to shriek and jump up, running from him.

The chase took place over the house and Nimble had been quick to report back to Astoria who had heard the incessant noise of her daughter and her husband running around the house like she was six again and he had the energy to keep up.

Draco didn't. He eventually cheated by apparating and catching her before hitching her over his shoulder and taking her to the kitchen, where she was presented to her mother and Nimble, red-faced and yelling, 'Cheater, dirty rotten Slytherin CHEATER!'

Puddlemere United's Seeker Hattie McDaniel caught the snitch when Montrose reached 60 and Puddlemere United had made it to 120. It wasn't a close game, and from what she knew of the Seeker from her second degree of separation source, the witch wouldn't want to be involved with a game that was obviously in their favour for too long.

?!X!?

Vela had successfully convinced Naima with heavy hints to leave for a few hours, having just closed the door behind her, when she sent through a Floo message through her fireplace in the living room. James had arrived within a prompt five seconds, freshly showered post-game and didn't give her a chance to say a word before he was kissing her.

He couldn't get close enough to her as James wrapped his arms around her hips and dug his fingers in, and she couldn't get enough of a fistful of his shirt, bunched up in her hands and pulled tightly toward her. Absentmindedly, Vela was the first to pull away and asked quietly, 'Wine, for a winner?'

James gave her a crooked smile, 'You listened to the game?'

'Of course! You do play for Montrose, right?' asked Vela uncertainly.

James frowned at this assumption and she bit her lip to hide the utter amusement she held for his great concern over her potential lack of comprehensive skills.

'I won't dignify such teasing,' James said, catching on as he pinched her hips and pulled her in for another kiss. Vela held his face briefly in her hands finishing the kiss before asking again, 'Wine?'

At his reaffirming grin, she pulled him toward the kitchen, and the two would go on to enjoy a glass each before Vela went on to say, 'Fuck the pleasantries.'

In a messy but desperate set of actions, half their clothes were disposed of on the dimly lit kitchen floor, as James had her pressed up against the kitchen bench, kissing her feverishly, her manicured nails leaving little red trails across his bare back. One hand was placed to support her back, while the other was gripping the bench with the fierceness of his surging desire. James knew he was not in any way collected around her in any other such facet of their brewing relationship. But he couldn't blow this moment after too many interrupted occasions with his unabashed honesty and affections for her in that way. Sure, she seemed to find this aspect of him entirely too endearing, but James knew that even Vela might not be so impressed were he to give it all up so quickly out of pure desire for her in this secured moment. There was great encouragement for him when Vela let slip the loveliest sigh when his lips brushed her jaw, his teeth grazing her skin ever so slightly.

Vela reengaged his lips at his throaty noise of approval, a wicked grin that caused her to become greedier for what she internally begged would be him inside her and was glad that he worked his fingers on another article of clothing. Vela knew that disposing of all their clothing in the kitchen would be mortifying come the morning and so she pushed him away and started picking up what had been taken off her on the floor. James was too dazed to recognise her quick movements before she grabbed his wrist with the bundle of clothes in another and rushed him to her room.

If Vela had her way, they wouldn't leave if only for sustenance and relief, but the greater relief needed to be met several times before either would be considered priority once again. She ditched the clothes on a small armchair in her room, lit by a vintage lamp with a yellowed light and pulled off her bra with little showmanship before the two met again, their lips in unison, elated and full of rushed blood. James pushed his hands under the waistband of her skirt and let it slip over her hips and down her legs, as she stepped out of the pooling fabric.

They had barely a second of breath between them before James had picked up the blonde woman, his hands no longer feeling coy at the touch of her ass cheeks and had her directly underneath him on the bed moments later. Both bodies had been widely explored previous to this moment, but the anticipation for what they had been building to, unintentionally, for weeks had been far bigger than taking a dip into the salacious habits of touching, rubbing and her apparent oral fixation and what James was learning to be his on her clitoris. While there had been a little bit of that foreplay, the two understanding their most base needs to making both ready for what neither had yet attempted in all their sexual experience together, James began to notice his nervousness gaining and she was getting impatient, but was understanding.

She pushed him over and got on top, James surprised by her initiating the process as she said, 'It makes things easy if we start at my pace.' He felt somewhat guilty as from what he understood from previous partners, them being on top was him considered being lazy, but she seemed quite keen to be so.

Witches had been interesting during sex, but Vela had been the most upfront in her intentions and as she sat down on him, her hand angling his dick inside her from behind, the long-awaited sensation was like being welcomed home. She was torturously slow, mostly for her benefit as she allowed the size and length to adjust inside her. Vela also liked to see his reactions.

James found himself thrusting upward out of pure need and she placed a flat palm on his chest and tutted him, sitting fully on him again. Vela closed her eyes as he hit the hilt, the spot that couldn't always be reached and James hated that he really enjoyed this, the slow rhythm that allowed her to heighten the pace at her willing. James groans out an, 'Oh shit,' as she grounds down again, his hands finding their way back on her ass possessively. She smiled, taunting his enjoyment as she picked up the pace.

The wizard underneath her had decided it was time to turn the tables and found she was being picked up and pushed down into her blanket, opposite end of the pillows. He thoroughly kissed her, which she accepted tenfold before he entered her again and found she was the one making all the noise now, to his absolute delight. When her ankles hooked around his back, he knew she had gladly taken to this move.

It would seem he was also keen to make up for lost time and while the door to the bedroom was closed and two hours later when Naima and Ryan had returned for similar activities, Vela could be heard coming for the fourth time from her room, and incredibly loudly.

Naima punched Ryan to be quiet as the suddenness nearly made him outright laugh. 'If she finds out we heard, she will be mortified!'

Following that James could be heard arriving for the second time in those two hours. At that, the second couple of the flat retreated to her bedroom and very quietly closed her bedroom door so as to not make a statement.

The two wouldn't leave the bedroom except for sustenance and for bodily relief for the rest of the weekend, with the exception of one shared shower, as the two watched movies on her laptop and snuggled under her blanket and stuffed several pillows behind themselves, occasionally putting the fan on to supplement for the warmer climate of her bedroom.

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