Chapter 11: Sweet Kisses

Sweet kisses
All I really need is
Sweet kisses
That's what moves me
His lips are pure emotion
He smiles because he knows
How much I love the way he
Makes me feel inside
He answers all my wishes
Who could ask for more
Doesn't have to say I love you

From the starting of holidays to Christmas Eve morning was extremely dull for James. His father warned him every morning at breakfast that he shall not show up at the ball. James knew better than not to. He would never.

James finished all his homework; he did what he had to do. And finally tonight was the night of the ball. James sighed. This was going to be a long night.

The Ball

Haylie boringly entered the Potter's entrance hall. This was going to be dull. Britney wasn't even here for her to hang out with even. Well there was Michael of course . . . Why have I been thinking about Michael lately? Haylie asked herself furiously. I have a boyfriend!

Oh jeez, there he is! Michael walked over to where Haylie stood stupidly in the middle of the Entrance Hall.

"Hey," Michael said smiling.

"Hey," said Haylie smiling. Damn it, this is stupid!

He was smiling cheekily at her, which was getting Haylie a bit upset. It was if he knew something she didn't. Did he?

"Would do you like a drink?" he asked.

Haylie frowned. "Sure," Haylie said.

"Where's your sister?" Michael asked, noticing the absence of the youngest Turner.

"She's at her friends," Haylie stated. "Why do you want to know?" she questioned.

"It's just my brothers alone upstairs, and he's been upset all vacation. Britney's, er, enthusiasm might cheer him up?" Michael thought about the last sentence and shrugged.

"Oh sure, enthusiasm, she has a lot of that. She can get my parents to do anything for her," Haylie muttered.

"She can get anyone to do anything for her," Michael said, re-wording what she had said.

"Yeah, true," Haylie smiled. Michael and she were talking about her sister. Great conversation, Haylie thought.

They walked into the dinning hall where Christmas decorations of holly, tinsel and mistletoe hung.

Everyone was dancing in the room. A slow song was starting. Michael took his chance.

"Would you like to dance?" he bowed dramatically.

Haylie smiled. "Sure!"

They danced to the corner of the room, where no one stood nor danced.

Haylie was beginning to feel nervousness rise up in her stomach, butterflies.

Michael was leading while Haylie's mind was sort of drawing a blank. She looked up above her and noticed mistletoe floating there. She froze.

Michael noticed and asked, "Why did you stop?" He looked up and saw the mistletoe, he grinned.

Michael stared down at her. Michael being six foot one and Haylie only standing five foot five inches.

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled away and Haylie stood there dazed and confused. He bowed.

"Thank you for the lovely dance," he turned on his heal and left the room.

Haylie stood after him. She hesitantly followed Michael, as she saw him go up the stairs, and down the hallway that led to his room.

She slowly walked up the stairs and stood at the end of the hallway. She walked to Michael's bedroom door. She stayed in the spot. She cautiously opened the door.

Michael turned around at the sound of the door closing. He smiled when he saw Haylie leaning against his door looking distressed.

"You kissed me," she said softly.

"Because there was mistletoe," Michael answered.

"You did it purposely," she said in the same tone as before.

"No I didn't," Michael said defensively.

"You did," Haylie said, her anger rising.

"Do you have proof?"

"No, but I know you, and that's something you would do!" Haylie ushered.

"You don't know me," Michael shot back at her.

She walked up to him, where she was only a foot apart from him.

She rolled her eyes.

"All you have on your mind is your, 'Boy'!" Michael continued.

"Have you and Britney been talking or something?" Haylie called out.

"You could do so much better!" Michael shouted.

"Oh really? How?" Haylie questioned.

Michael froze. "Er, well," Michael stuttered.

"Who would be better for me Michael?" Haylie asked angrily.

Michael inched closer to her. Haylie swallowed hard, her gaze fell to his lips. Michael moved and kissed her again, except it was a hungry kiss.

"Me," Michael muttered against her lips.

Michael had his arms wrapped around her as he kissed her passionately. He slowly moved the two of them over to his bed. Haylie wasn't kissing back though.

She couldn't. She was intoxicated. He was filling her body with the sweetest kisses she ever came across. She couldn't compose herself to even think, let alone kiss back.

Ok, Haylie thought hastily. She finally gained composure and started kissing back. Michael was a little taken aback by this but it didn't take long before they're tongues met.

James' POV

I lay on my bed, truly bored out of my mind. Why did I even bother coming home? I should have ignored mom's plea, and just stay with Sirius and Peter. Remus said he had to spend the holidays with his sick mother again, which Sirius, Peter and I marked down.

I'll just walk around, maybe go into Michael's room and steal a few things. Yeah, that sounds like fun. Maybe I can even put a few fireworks in his dresser drawer . . . no.

I got up and exited my room. I walked down the hall and stopped in front of Michael's bedroom door. Something didn't feel to right, it felt different. I shrugged and quietly opened the door.

I looked in the room to make sure Michael was in there. Phew, Michael wasn't in here alone. He was in here with someone else.

My eyes widened horrified. This image will never escape my young mind.

He was with Haylie.

They didn't even notice my presence in the room. Argh, this was disturbing.

There was Michael on his bed with Haylie. Michael in nothing but his er . . . and Haylie in nothing but her . . .

That's it. I screamed. Michael and Haylie quickly broke apart of their intimate moment of . . .

Haylie quickly bent down and grabbed a t-shirt on the floor, to cover herself. Michael sat up nervously. They were both looking lost for words, and staring dumbly at myself.

"Er, what is going on?" I asked hesitantly.

They stayed silent. Maybe this was a dream. Why would I be dreaming about my brother and Haylie . . . ?

"Er," was all Michael managed to say. He looked rather confused at was happening before him. Haylie looked like she was trying to work things out.

"Were you two-?"

"No!" Michael and Haylie said at the same time.

"Well then," I tried to figure out what was happening. Well of course I knew but, why?

"We were just, er, well, we, were, er," Haylie stuttered but Michael cut in.

"Haylie asked me for my help with something," Michael said quickly.

Michael looked at Haylie who was slowly catching on.

"Yeah, I asked him for help," Haylie said quickly smiling nervously.

I looked at them sceptically.

"Help with the bodies and mouths?" I asked sarcastically.

Michael and Haylie went bright red.

"Look, James," Haylie started.

"I'm looking."

"Don't be cocky," snapped Michael. I smiled.

"Cocky?" I asked. Michael and Haylie went an even darker shade of red.

"James get out and wait for me to come, don't move from the outside of this door," Michael said slowly.

I raised my eyebrows and silently went out the door.

Soon after Michael opened the door fully clothed and made a movement that told James to come in. Thankfully, Haylie was clothed too.

"Ok James, what you saw tonight, doesn't leave this, er, room, you got that?" Michael said.

"I can't even tell Britney, your own flesh and blood?" I said sighing and looking at Haylie. She frowned.

"James, don't, especially our parents," Haylie insisted.

"What's in it for me?" I asked smartly.

"Not being killed," Michael said quickly.

"At least I would get the satisfaction of knowing I left a disturbance for people," I said smiling.

"James," Michael growled.

"Fine, I'll keep your secret," I said turning around. "From the parents only," I muttered.

A/N: Ok I little Michael and Haylie. Now I know I did the cheesiest line in the whole world above, with the Haylie and Michael thing, but I love those lines. Anna and I, love those cheesy lines. We were laughing hysterically when we wrote them. haha:D

I probably won't update till friday. Until then:D

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P.S: i'd like to see some peoples thoughts on the chapter and skipping the years:D