Pervert
Filch watches Lily and James Potter in their seventh year. He explains some interesting rumors. May be one shot, but may expand if I get enough reviews. Rated T for sexual references.
He just liked to watch. There wasn't anything wrong with watching, he had to constantly remind himself. Watching was just fine. They were teens, in love and in his garden shed. So he had wired the shed. They would never know, it wasn't as if wiring his own shed, the shed that he owned was illegal.
In fact, Filch knew he could probably get them expelled for trespassing on private property. He could say that the wizard wiring system was precautionary, that the system existed only for the protection of his private property.
They were so sweet and innocent too. Filch guessed that considering the amount of times the girl fumbled and apologized, it must have been her first time. The boy was obviously very experienced though. He also must have been very in love because he didn't seem to mind the bumbling incoherent woman with him. Filch wondered if he liked the girl more because of her inexperience.
He thought he recognized the boy's face. The two children were both in their seventh year. He didn't know the girl, which meant she must not be the trouble-making sort. The boy was, though. That James Potter was in his office practically every other day. He was always making fun of some sniveling and gloriously unpopular companion.
So it was that scenario. The good girl wants to become dangerous and try out the bad boy. The bad boy, James, really loves the girl and wants to marry her. The bad boy has been through bad experiences and wants to get rid of his baggage. He wants someone safe, someone who won't cheat or… Well, Filch had heard some pretty odd stories about some of James's ex-girlfriends.
A young girl, was Narcissa her name? Had claimed that she was pregnant with James's child two years ago. Filch remembered the grief this had caused Minierva, especially when the rumors were confirmed by Narcisssa's early exit – it had been one of the last months of her seventh year. The poor girl had never actually graduated but here was James.
He didn't seem like the sort of boy who would leave an unwed mother whose child h had fathered. James seemed like the type to seriously consider his options, but not to desert ethics, altogether. Filch was never quite sure.
The girl with James now was beautiful. Even Filch could see that. Even the blurry half-magic half-muggle wiring could pick up her beauty. Her hair was red, long and thick. Filch wanted to run his fingers through the tangled mess but he was satisfied to watch that boy James do so instead, detangling every twist and turn.
She was willowy, thin and tall. Filch longed to put his arms around her body and lift her. He knew she would be virtually weightless, but not from malnutrition or abuse. She would weigh nothing because of joy and health. Filch could see her toned muscular legs and arms.
Her eyes were bright green. They were filled to the brim with tears of happiness as the two teens finished their business in the shed and began to put back on their clothes. They kissed passionately once more and Filch saw no more of their private night because they closed the door to the shed and walked out.