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Chapter 15: What We Know About The Pure's
I slept much easier after my talk with James and the other events of that night. I got up nice and early and took a morning run to clear my head. I ran down Godric's Hollow when the sun was just coming up, making the street glow orange and pink. I ran up to the house and shuffled my feet at the door, getting rid of the snow. I ran in, shivering and sweating at the same time.
"Hi Ginny!" I said to the working mother who was frying multiple eggs at the stove whilst a spoon was stirring pancake batter by itself. Looking at the calm mum, I wondered how she catered for three growing boys (including Harry) plus a growing girl.
"Want some help?" I said, glancing at the clock that read 6:30am. Even though I was a shit cook, I thought it'd be nice to get to know her better and help her out a bit.
Ginny smile and pointed to some herbs that were yet to be chopped. "Those herbs could use some cutting! Most of the vegetables, fruits and herbs you'll find are from our garden. Your professor, Neville Longbottom, set it up for us and Harry absolutely loves it. The garden really helps with his very stressful job," Ginny said, flipping the fried eggs and taking them off the heat.
I chopped and diced some herbs and vegetables and placed them in a bowl with scrambled eggs mixture.
"I could never look after a garden – too impatient! I'd plant them and pull them out the next day!" I said as Ginny laughed and smiled at me.
"James would say the same thing," she said, her chocolate eyes glinting.
I flushed and looked down, flustered at what she was getting at. "Ha, yeah I can imagine," I said, my voice surprisingly holding and not cracking from embarrassment.
"Well, Al on the other hand would love it! He's a very patient boy, isn't he?" Ginny said, her voice filled with pride.
I smiled. "He's pretty amazing."
"You know, it's great he found some good friends, like you. He used to hang around with a different crowd of friends – Enrico and… oh, his name was a type of food but I can't remember it…" Ginny trailed off as I snorted.
"Cheeseburger?" I supplied.
"Ah, that's it. Odd name, isn't it?" Ginny giggled as I looked at her in surprise.
"He really hung around Enrico? He's an insufferable git! Tried to befriend me but when I told him I wasn't too smart, he totally dissed me," I told Ginny as she nodded.
"Sounds like him. Well, after Al came out as being gay, Enrico ditched him with the burger guy following. Al was devastated – I mean, all his 'friends' left him. So, when Scorpius, one of the most popular guys in Slytherin asked him to sit with him and his friends, Al was beyond excited. Pardon my language, but he's gotten some real shite from being gay and it's not fair. But, Scorp and Al are happy with lots of great friends and where's Enrico now?" Ginny grinned smugly as I laughed.
"Trust me, Al and Scorp are just the cutest. I think it's also so cool that Harry and Draco were nemeses at school!" I said as Ginny giggled.
"Harry was mortified when he found out! Oh, and my brother, Ronald, was beyond furious that he had to spend Christmas last year with them! Draco… he's quite strange. I mean, he's not too fond of Ron and Harry still, after all these years, but he's coming around," Ginny told me as she moved on to slicing fresh bread and putting them in the toaster.
I stirred the veggies and herbs in the scrambled eggs mixture and went over to the stove and cooked the massive batch.
Ginny and I made a whole feast – toast, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, pancakes, fruit salads, yoghurt, waffles and cute Danishes.
By the end, Ginny and I were both covered in sweat and grinning from ear to ear at our breakfast feast.
"Do you usually make all this?" I asked, gesturing to the feast that was laid out on the table.
Ginny giggled. "God, no. Usually it's toast with spreads and eggs if you're lucky. But this is special! Its first morning of holidays tradition! I'll whip up a batch of brownies quickly if you want to shower and then wake everyone up? I put a spell on the food to preserve it and keep it a desired temperature so take all the time you need," Ginny said as she started humming and flicked her wand. Ingredients flew down from the shelf and onto the bench as Ginny started full on singing.
Giggling, I turned and walked up the stairs to 'my' room. I pulled some warm clothes from my trunk – black jeans, white long sleeve t and a dark blue cardigan. Satisfied, I grabbed some shampoo and conditioner and walked to the bathroom Lily and I shared.
After showing, I walked out of the bathroom to find Lily sitting on the floor, scribbling in a diary.
Stunned, I stopped walking. "Sorry, did you want the bathroom?" I asked, pointing to the steaming bathroom.
Lily looked up, startled. "Hm? Oh, no, I just like sitting here. The window has the best view that I always look out when the sun's just come up," she said, pointing out a long and thin window that did have the best view.
I nodded, appreciatively. "Nice. Well, let's wake the boys – breakie's ready," I said as Lily smiled at me.
"Your accent's cool," she said quickly as she fled into Al's room. I laughed quietly.
Looks like that left me waking up James and something told me he wasn't a morning person. Well, I wasn't a morning person when school's on but when it's holidays, I can't get enough of early mornings.
How do you wake up James Potter? I pondered this for a few moments before thinking, screw it.
I barged in to find him spread out of his tummy like a starfish, his mouth open with drool lying on his cheek.
Laughing, I took a mental picture – sleeping James is very cute.
He snored loudly and unattractively, making the drool spread across his face. I snorted. Trust.
I went over to him and pulled my wand out of my jeans pocket.
Pointing it at him, I chanted the words aquata in my head, hoping for a jet of freezing water to shoot him.
A long stream caught him right in the mouth. He woke with a start, stumbling and flailing on his bed, spluttering water everywhere. He sat up, the sheets falling to his hips…
Oh. My. Mother. Fricking. God.
Do guys always sleep shirtless?
Because James sure was. He glared at me, one eyebrow raised with anger in his eyes.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" he asked incredulous. My eyes were still on his very toned and very, very muscled chest and stomach. Like, I'm talking six pack, pecs, defined biceps – the whole shebang. Of course, to make matters worse, the water had made his hair fall in dark blue eyes and I think I just melted – I should be waking James Potter up every morning.
I think I was the one drooling now.
He stood up, groaning, stretching his arms out.
Thank the lord he was wearing track suit pants.
"Breakfast," I said, clearing my throat. James looked startled, as if he'd forgotten I was there. Then he glanced down at his bare chest and then back at my burning face.
James smiled slyly at me. "I know you woke me up - you just wanted to see me shirtless. I mean, you do fancy me," he said matter-of-a-fact-ly as he walked out his room, throwing a singlet on.
I stared at him as he left until I realised what he'd said.
"I do not fancy you!" I yelled to the now empty doorway. I quickly ran out of the room and into mine, seeing what I looked like.
My cheeks were red – but, from the cold, not from seeing James shirtless. My hair was curling slightly at its wetness. My clothes were ordinary – at least I wasn't in my PJs this time. I stood up straight and fluffed my hair a bit, pinched my cheeks and started fiddling with my clothes. It was then that I realised something-
Since when did I care what James Potter saw me in? I like Roy, not James. I care what Roy thinks, not James. I want to go to dances and on dates with Roy, not James.
It's always Roy.
Roy.
Roy.
Roy.
Roy.
Not James.
Roy.
Sighing, I ran down the stairs and took a seat at the dining table next to Al and Ginny.
We chatted over the feast and everyone complimented the cooking (though everyone only took small servings of the scrambled eggs that I accidentally over cooked).
We talked about the news, upcoming events, what we wanted for Christmas and the latest broomstick on the market, Hunter 360. Apparently, it's the fastest model ever that was light weight and lithe, yet was still able to carry larger flyers.
"You know, the Firebolt is still my favourite broom. I still can't believe they went out of fashion. You know, I still don't know how your 'Uncle' Sirius got it for me… you all know the story! How the day after Hermione and I had just saved his life from the evil and diabolical Peter Pettigrew, I go to breakfast to find a Firebolt waiting for me with a Hippogriff feather with it – Buckbeak's feather," Harry said, an excited smile on his face but his green eyes were sad.
"'Uncle' Sirius was James Potter the First's best friend and was also Harry's godfather. He was like a dad to Harry but his own cousin murdered him. Bellatrix… what a nut job," Ginny trailed off, her voice bitter.
I couldn't imagine my cousin ever killing me. I also couldn't imagine every single father and mother figure being murdered before my eyes.
Suddenly, the door banged open and everyone's forks clattered to the table.
Lupin and Victoire rushed in and slammed the front door, their faces scared and worried.
Lupin faced us, his expression grave. "A greyhound has been following me."
Lupin and Vic were now sitting in the living room with us, holding hands tightly.
"Something's been watching me for days – it was unfamiliar because my werewolf gene isn't used to be the one hunted. The full moon is in a couple of days and my sense of smell's heightened. I could smell it following me everywhere I went although I didn't recognise the smell from anywhere. I grabbed Vic, some essentials and we apparated here as fast as we could but not before a greyhound started chasing us. That was when I knew that he was the one watching me," Lupin said, his face grave as he held Vic's hand.
"It was awful. I hate dogs," Vic declared, her pretty eyes uncharacteristically sad.
An animagus greyhound following Lupin and also spying on us? This had the Pure's written all over it.
"Well, it was obviously the Pure's," I said, breaking the silence. It was like I'd said what no one else had wanted to – that's usually my forte.
Harry nodded. "Everyone's coming for dinner tonight – we'll talk about it then."
The signal was clear – end of discussion.
Of course, that didn't stop me and Al for talking about it in his room later…
"It doesn't add up! Any of it! The Pure's - Why are they doing it, who is doing it and again, why!" I exclaimed to Al as he nodded.
"I mean, it's obvious the Pure's hate half-breeds and other magical creatures – but why?" Al asked rhetorically.
Suddenly, James' voice filled the air. "Couldn't help but over hear you. May I join in in this super-secret conversation?" James mocked as he leaned in the open doorway.
My heart flopped. He was so hot when he leaned in open doorways.
"Sure. Come on in," Al said as I drooled at James.
James looked at me funny. "You right?" he asked, snapping me out of my daydream of walking in on James shirtless.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, fine," I said, waving a hand.
We discussed theories about the Pure's, went over facts and drilled concepts into our minds but came up with nothing.
Only this:
What We Know About The Pure's:
They're a rebel group of witches/ wizards led by an unknown person who hates half-breeds and magical creatures
They have been around for a couple of years but only started attacking now
They attack in specific numbers: 50
They're ruthless and heartless if they can kill that many innocent creatures
They're random and sometimes leave messages
They're everywhere
And the most important thing of all: no one knows if the Pure's even exist. There's only whispers and rumours
It didn't exactly settle us.
By the time we'd gone down every road, Lily walked in to find us all spread out on Al's single bed, groaning and complaining, our limbs all intertwined with one another's.
"What are you doing? And don't bother answering with nothing – the walls are thin, and I heard the word 'pure' quite a bit," Lily stated as she crossed her arms.
I waved her in as James groaned. "Go away, Lily!"
Lily scowled. "No, James, I will not 'go away'. Maddie invited me in!" she said, her eyes blazing.
Before anyone could answer, the doorbell rang and Lily's face lit up.
"Hugo! He's here!" she said as she raced out of the room and sprinted down the stairs.
"I swear, if the guy wasn't related to us, she'd have jumped his bones already," James drawled as I smacked him.
"That's disgusting."
"That's James."
"That's me."
The three of us stayed like that on the bed until Rose and Hugo Weasley walked in with Lily chattering away behind them.
"Hey guys. Um, you guys look really… comfortable up there," Rose said as she pointed to us on the bed.
Snorting, I nodded. "It's actually better than you think," I said, snuggling closer to Al's leg.
"Let's play a game!" Hugo said, his voice cheery. Lily nodded, her face lighting up.
I looked at Al, James and Rose whose faces were bright and smiling wickedly.
"The Obstacle Game." They all said at the same time.
"Huh?" I said as Hugo and Lily cheered and clapped.
James sat up, his face soft and full of humour. "Well, we make an obstacle course and you have to go through it blindfolded while people throw things at you! But, your leg is tied to your partners so it's really hard but super fun!" he said, his face aglow with excitement.
I smiled big. "Sounds awesome!"
And so, we pulled out chairs, mattresses, beds, lamps, tables and other odd household items and hauled them into the upstairs living room. We rearranged the couches with flicks of our wands and we were set up in no time.
"Buzz Lily!" Hugo said as Lily grabbed Hugo's arm possessively at the same time. They laughed and started chatting – they were as close as cousins could get.
Rose sighed. "They're always together," she explained. Her mouth opened to say something but James quickly yelled something.
"Buzz Maddie!" he said as he ran over to me and smiled.
My smile faltered when I saw Lily's jaw drop. Awkward silence prevailed as Roses' face fell. I realised that she and James must always be partners. Awkward silence followed.
I mean, it wasn't that bad that James had chosen me instead of Rose.
"Um… Buzz Rose!" Al said after he'd gotten over the initial shock of James choosing me.
James cleared his throat. "Let the games, begin!"
"Ready?" James whispered as we faced the course in front of us. Our were legs tied together and out blindfolds were on.
"Born ready," I said. I knew James was smirking at this.
"And… GO!" Al screamed as James and I hobbled along the course, banging into furniture, stumbling and tripping on pillows as weird objects were thrown at us.
We twisted along the course, laughing our heads off the whole way. A massive pillow wacked me in the head and I tumbled down, crumpling on top of a warm blob.
"Ow," James moaned and it was then when I realised that the warm blob I fell on was James.
I snorted as James was moaning and laughing at the same time.
Soon, I heard footsteps running towards us and then we were being pelted by pillows.
Giggling, I flailed my arms around blindly.
"Dinner kids… what's going on in here?" I heard a reasonable voice yell.
My laughter stopped and I pulled my blindfold over my head. I blinked and almost jumped out of my skin when I realised where I was.
And how fricking close James and I were.
I was lying sideways across his torso (my mind would not stop flashing images of him shirtless) and my head was in the crook of his neck, between his head and shoulder.
I breathed deeply, his boyish smell enveloping my senses. It was like cold pine trees and warm beaches with a soft, musky smell underlining it.
How come guys smell so good?
It made me dizzy and frazzled and I had the sudden urge to wrap my arms around him and nuzzle closer to him. A hot blush crept up face and neck and my mouth formed into an embarrassed smile.
"How come I always find you two on top of each other?" Ginny asked, obviously humoured. It seemed that she'd walked up to us when I'd been smelling James.
James reached over his head and pulled his blindfold off, an innocent smirk on his face.
"I keep on telling you – she's madly in love with me! She literally just jumped on me,"
James said, his face 'sincere'.
Scoffing, I sat up, my neck heating. "I fell on top of you – accidentally. Besides, I seem to recall you were positively desperate to be my partner for this game!" I said, glaring and smirking at him.
His face turned a slight shade of red. "I was not desperate!" he said, obviously annoyed.
Shocked at his blushing, I didn't react to his comment. I was marvelling at the fact that James Potter was blushing because me!
Me!
The thought seemed to make me really, really pleased.
Smiling, I smacked his cheek lightly. "Sure you weren't."
Ginny giggled as I followed her downstairs.
James was still lying on the floor, a weird smile on his red face.
The dinner table was positively full. I saw Lupin, Vic, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Professor Longbottom, a brown haired woman, a blonde woman and a dark haired man sitting at one end of the table. I saw James's friend Ellie, Ellie's annoying twin Wendy and a young boy with brown hair and bucked teeth sitting at the other end.
Al, Rose, Hugo, Lily, James and I all walked over to the table to take a seat as Ginny fluffed around the kitchen.
I saw an empty seat next to Wendy and I avoided that seat like the plague.
I chose one next to Lupin and Al took the seat next to me. I saw, with pleasure, that James was stuck next to Wendy and his sister, Lily, who was talking to Hugo and the other boy, ignoring James completely.
I giggled as James looked up at me and waved, his face sad.
I pouted and mouthed 'aww' as he scowled and made an incriminating gesture with his hand.
Wendy smacked him, a patronizing smile on her face. "James!" she scolded. "How rude and immature!"
I laughed at loud with Al at this and Wendy shot us dirty looks. James looked miffed.
"Well, introductions are in order!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I'm Hannah Longbottom," the brown haired woman said. She was obviously Professor Longbottom's wife. Her hair was shoulder length and curled to perfection. She had nice lips with a warm smile and her skin was pure white with rosy cheeks. "And that's our son, Andy," she said, pointing to the brown haired boy with bucked teeth.
"Hi," he said nervously.
"Frederick Lovegood. Pleased to meet you, Maddie," the dark haired man said. He was stiff and stern looking but was also kinda handsome for an old guy. He had light stubble on his chin and his dark, hazel eyes were calculating.
"Luna," the blonde lady said, her voice odd. It sounded like bells ringing with a faraway edge to it. Her blonde, frizzy hair went all the way down to her waist. She looked and sounded like an exotic wood nymph. Her moon like eyes shone and she grabbed her husbands' hand. Frederick smiled and his whole face changed – suddenly, he looked carefree and happy.
Wendy snickered at her parents, sending them glares. "I'm Wendy, although you should know that for I did a project with you, Madison," she said, her voice still the most annoying sound ever. I hated her even more for using my full name, Madison, like she had power over me.
"Ellie," Ellie said as she waved, her face open and smiling. I already liked her.
"Well, now that everyone has introduced themselves, I believe we can start!" Ron said, his face hungry.
Hermione slapped him. "Do you only ever think of food?"
Ron shrugged, not the least bit embarrassed or sheepish. "Sometimes I think of Hugo and Rose. Occasionally you."
Hermione scowled. "Oh, Ronald, you are such a child!"
And with that, we dug in. I talked with Lupin and noticed his hair and eyes changing colour depending on his mood. When I questioned him about it, he told me he wasn't allowed to do that at Hogwarts which meant he was constantly controlling it at the school. Personally, I liked his hair bright teal. He looked so mischievous with it.
Al, Ellie and I were having a lovely conversation, but I could feel my gaze shifting to James's every now and then.
Ok, maybe more than every now and then. More like constantly. I felt awful for him. Wendy was chatting his ear off, gripping his arm in a death grip with a flirty smile on her face. At least, I thought it was. Her face was scrunched up, her left eye was twitching and her mouth was in a weird squiggle line thing. Was she trying to flirt with him? The thought made me want to vomit. I mean, was she really like every other girl? Did she really like James Potter?
Every time I looked over at him, he'd mouth something hilarious to me.
For the twentieth time that night, I looked over at him to find him staring me.
Help me! he mouthed desperately. Get me out of here!
Knowing what he meant, I internally groaned. I'm always saving his sorry butt for something. Stifling a sigh, I got up suddenly, and flung my plate obviously right at James. My chicken with rice and a hot tomato sauce landed right on him, square in the chest. His eyes widened in confusion but he smiled gratefully. The whole room went silent when Wendy literally screamed.
Wendy screamed and jerked away, crying. Actually crying. Her shirt and face was splattered with tiny droplets of sauce but she was acting as if a horse had shitted on her and then someone had thrown her into a pool of mud and bugs.
"Oh my gosh, James! Are you ok? I'm so traumatized! I think I have third degree burns from the sauce! Maddie, you are such a klutz," she said, bawling her eyes out, looking around frantically whilst shooting me death glares. I'll give it to her – she's quite the multitasker.
Rolling my eyes so everyone could see, I looked at James. "Oh no. I'm such a klutz. Please, follow me to the other room so I can apologise and help you clean up," I said, my face and tone blank.
Al snorted when he realised what I'd done and soon, the whole table was stifling laughter when they caught on that I'd saved James from Wendy's endless chatter and 'flirting'. Ginny could barely contain herself whilst Harry was snorting into his glass of water as Ron was having a spontaneous 'coughing fit'. Lupin didn't even bother to hide his laughter. Wendy was still crying on Lily's shoulder, confused as to why Lily was shaking with muffled laughter.
"Thanks, Maddie. You're a lifesaver," James said sarcastically as he walked into the living room. I followed him and Al winked at me. I shot him a look.
We walked up the stairs in silence. When we reached the top, I couldn't help it – I burst out laughing.
"Was she… flirting with you?" I said, laughing, as James grinned at me.
"What can I say? Even to family friends I'm irresistible," James shrugged.
I scoffed and punched him in the shoulder. "What do you say to- ew!" I started to say when I realised my hand was covered in tomato sauce from his shoulder.
James looked at me, a glint in his eye. He smiled wickedly at me. "Look, I really owe you one. How about a hug?" he said as he held his arms out.
I took one look at his rice and tomato covered shirt and backed away. "Oh, nah. That's cool. You don't owe me one at all! No hug is necessary," I said as James still advanced, smiling.
It kinda hit me right then – he looked seriously hot covered in tomato sauce. His black hair was flecked with red and his perfect, perfect face was covered with pieces of rice. I think I stopped breathing. He was godlike in that moment. Which was weird seeing as how I don't think gods usually walk around covered in sauce.
He kept coming and I snapped out of my funk. Squealing, I ran away, saying 'no' over and over again. James laughed and ran after me. We weaved in and out of rooms, James laughing and me squealing.
Finally, he had me cornered. I made a last ditch effort and ran into his open bedroom. He laughed evilly and ran in. In three strides, he circled his arms around me. James picked me off the ground and swung me around his room.
I laughed and threw my head back. My head found its way to the crook of his neck and, once again, I lost all coherent thoughts when I breathed in the smell of him.
Suddenly, I was very aware of James. I could fell his warm chest against my back and his arms felt really, really nice around my waist. Not just nice, but tingly. A warmness spread through my body and I felt myself feel something I'd never really felt before. But, I don't get tingly and warm – I hate mushy romance and mushy stuff.
But…
I felt safe and excited and apprehensive and real all at the same time.
James stopped laughing suddenly. He started breathing deeply, making my blonde hair fall everywhere.
Time seemed to slow as he let me back on the ground.
He didn't let go of me.
I was relieved he didn't. In fact, he tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me closer until every part of him was touching me. His legs touched mine, his head rested on top of mine and his whole body was wrapped around mine. I felt so small and safe with his perfect being wrapped around me.
I just wanted to stay like that forever, just in his arms.
Slowly, he turned me around so that I faced him. My head just reached his chin. His arms were wrapped around my waist, hugging me closer and closer. Our legs, torsos, chests – everything – was touching, sending mini shock waves and shivers through me. His arms flowed from my waist to my chin, his fingers leaving a trail that tingled where he'd touched and lingered for hours after. He cupped my face and tilted it towards his.
I froze. I looked at his beautiful face, splattered with red specks. His dark blue eyes were dead serious, all previous signs of laughter and fun gone. He breathed out, making my loose strands of hair dance around my face.
He paused, and a flicker of a question flew across his eyes.
Wondering what the question was, he kept on tilting my head up further.
I must be the biggest idiot because it was only when I was on my tiptoes, his face inches from mine, that I realised he was going to kiss me.
Kiss. Me.
Snog, lip lock, kiss, pass, make out – whatever you call it, he was going to do it.
And I realised, in that very same moment, I was going to let him. In a weird, deranged moment when I wasn't myself, I wanted to kiss him. Wanted him to kiss me.
I started to lower my lashes and tilt my head up further until we were a breadths apart.
He lowered his lips until they almost touched mine. I was just about to close the miniscule gap between us when-
"MADDIE! JAMES! COME BACK DOWN TO FINISH YOUR DINNER! YOU'VE BEEN UP THERE WAY TOO LONG!" Ginny's yelling jarred me from my thoughts and pulled me back to reality. I jerked away from James the same moment he sprang halfway across the room. He cleared his throat and started pacing.
I breathed out deeply, my hand finding my forehead. How the hell did that almost happen? How the hell did me saving him from Wendy result in us almost kissing? HOW THE FRICKING HELL DID I ALMOST LET THE MOST ARROGANT AND INFRUIATING AND AWFUL PERSON KISS ME?
WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING? I SHOULD NOT WANT TO KISS JAMES POTTER AT ALL!
And I don't want to kiss him. Because…
But I couldn't think of a reason not to kiss him besides the fact that if I did, I'd be like every foolish girl who fell for him.
Not that I'd fallen for him or anything like that. Oh god no! How silly would that be?
"Um… COMING!" he yelled. He looked at me, his eyes full of emotions, it was hard to tell exactly what he was feeling. I broke the eye contact almost immediately and basically sprinted out of the room, dodging past James.
I didn't look back once.
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