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Chapter 17: Another Yule Ball… kinda…

"Oh, you look lovely! I wish I had blonde hair! I hate having red hair – it sucks," Lily whined as she stood in the doorway to my room. She looked really pretty – her dress was a deep green slip dress, silky and satiny in material. The dress came just above her knees and she had cute little gold studs in her ears for jewellery.

I looked at her, my expression fond. "I'll admit – I love my hair. But yours… yours is so cool! Red hair is rare so it makes you stand out! Plus, with all this talk of hair, I have a serious question to ask – can you help me straighten my hair? My wand can't reach the back," I asked Lily who frowned at me.

"Your hair is dead straight usually and its straight now – why straighten it?" she asked, yet she still walked over to me and pulled out her wand.

"The straightening spell also smooths out any fuzzy bits. Do you know the spell?" I asked Lily as she rolled her eyes.

"Of course I know the spell – I'm fourteen, not four! I use it on really special occasions like weddings," she said she spun me around and with a flick of her wand, sectioned off parts of my hair and went to using the spell to straighten it.

"Well, I think your hair looks great how it is today," I said. It did. It was wavy and curly and looked darker today, more a cherry-red than the usual bright orange.

Lily scoffed. "Left it to dry after my shower. Can't be bothered doing anything to it," she said as she straightened the last bit. "There!" she said, as she stepped back.

I ran my hands through my hair that felt like silk, thanks to the spell. "Ooh! Thanks Lily!" I said as I gave her a quick hug. She laughed and sat down on my bed.

I walked over to the mirror, letting her idle chatter flow over me – she talks quite a lot. Looking in the mirror, I marvelled at my hair – that's my best feature. When you're super tall (like creepy tall), figure-less and have an average face that's kind of cute only on good days, hair is all you got.

Doesn't help that my eyes are a dirty, dishwater brown.

I looked at my outfit of a plain, black dress and suddenly, I felt… dull. My makeup was the same (tiny bit of mascara and lip balm), my dress was boring (a long, black dress that went down to the floor in a heavy fabric) and my shoes were… not so hot (boring tan flats). I sighed and turned to Lily, my expression helpless.

"Help," I said abruptly. Lily looked at me, shocked.

"Um, with what?" she asked as I gestured to myself.

"This! I look dull and boring and the same-old same-old. And those words don't describe me at all! Just… make me look nice," I said as Lily giggled.

"I think you look fine," she said as she got up and threw open my trunk, scattering clothing to the floor.

"'Fine' is boring. 'Fine' is ok. 'Fine' is average. I wanna look… amazing. And trust me, this isn't like me to want to always look amazing," I reassured Lily, probably sounding like a vain little girl.

Lily laughed. "Well, it's like me to want to look amazing! Perhaps I'm rubbing off on you… But seriously, I'll help you, ok? But you have, like, no clothes! Here, we'll raid mum's wardrobe – she never throws her clothes out," Lily said as she grabbed my hand and hauled me to the third floor – Harry and Ginny's floor.

It was their room and bathroom and was amazing. Gold and red accented the room and the bed was so massive, I'd need a step ladder to get up there.

Lily walked straight past all this and led me to the corner of the room. She reached up and opened a latch from the roof, the entrance to a secret room.

"Careful, the Ghost of Katerina haunts this place," Lily warned as she climbed up the ladder that just appeared out of nowhere.

Following her, I saw the room was about the size of my bedroom here, but full of racks and racks and racks of clothes. The smell was musty and like pine trees in the cold.

"Whoa," I said, as I took in the massive wardrobe.

Lily, wasting no time, dove into the masses of clothing, pulling out dresses at random. "What colour?" Lily asked, her voice echoing in the room.

"Ah… something festive?" I said, uncertain.

"Red! Yes, red! Oh, you'll look lovely in red!" Lily said as she reappeared and started looking through racks of dresses.

"Um, no. No red. I don't wear red," I said as Lily looked at me in shock.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice disbelieving.

"It always washes me out. I can only wear it if I have a tan, which I don't!" I said as Lily sighed.

She looked stumped as she stared intently at me. Suddenly, her face lit up. "I have the perfect dress!" she disappeared once again as I heard her muttering, clanging and then, her cursing.

"Got it!" she said as she popped up and struggled over mountains of clothes to get to me.

She shoved a dress into my hands, a pile of tulle, ruffles and silver glitter. I shook my head. "Oh no. No puff, no glitter, ok? What is this?" I asked as I held the dress by the straps. It was hideous – sparkly and silver and glitter and puff and tulle and… and I'd had enough.

I shook my head. "I'm wearing the black dress, thank you very much! This is way too… WHOOF!" I said as Lily shook her head, her expression panicked.

"Ok! Fine! I'll choose a dress that isn't glitter, puff, tulle, red, silver, sparkly or… whoof," she said as she dove back into the mountain of clothing again.

This time, it took a lot longer to find what she was looking for.

She walked slowly over to me, holding a sparkly pile of gold-pink fabric.

She gave it to me, the sequins feeling smooth and cool against my hands. I held it up, stunned. "It's… it's… it's a mini dress! That's made of sequins! Are you mad? This is what I said I didn't want!"

Lily snorted. "Well, you never said anything about mini dresses. Plus, the sequins aren't too shiny, ok? Only when they catch the light. And besides, it's rose gold! The colour will make you look tan and make your hair look like silver," Lily argued as she shoved me into the corner of the room, demanding I change into it.

Sighing, I slipped off the heavy, black dress and pulled on the sparkly mini one. Cursing Lily, I slithered into it, the fabric soft and cool even though sequins are usually scratchy.

I spun around, getting a feel for the dress when I spotted it.

It being the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. It was a ball gown made of a dark red, shiny, silky fabric. It had capped sleeves and looked fitting up the waist, where it then spilled out into a pool of silky fabric. The neck was a low V, but not too low. It was puffy, but not too puffy and it was shiny, but not sparkly. It was red… but not too red.

Enthralled, I stared at the dress until Lily barged through, demanding what was taking so long. Noticing what I was looking at, she smiled.

"Dad said he'd buy mum any dress for their first wedding anniversary – she chose that. Of course, she wore it once, to a fancy and private dinner with dad. She never got the chance to wear it again – she got pregnant and could never, no matter how hard she tried, fit into it again," Lily said as she ran her hand over the fabric. "Of course, I'll never wear it either. Way too small – I'm much… curvier than mum, even at this age," Lily said as she looked down at herself. She was right – she would practically fall out of the top of the dress if she wore it.

Then, Lily did a double take as she looked at me. "Whoa. You're wearing that whether you like it or not. Now, let me do your makeup!" Lily ordered as we hurried down the stairs, the red dress forgotten.

For now.


I looked in the mirror and was like, what? That's me?

You see, I never wear mini dress with sequins. And… well, that's what I was wearing.

It went to my mid-thighs and the sleeves were three-quarter. The neckline was respectable and the dress made my thin, stick figure look willowy and graceful.

Seeing as how I hate high heels, Lily agreed to let me borrow her lowest heels that she changed to rose-gold with a simple flick of her wand. My makeup was simple, just mascara, eyeliner, pink lip gloss and gold eyeshadow – nothing too gauzy.

"What the?" I said as Lily clapped.

"Ok, getting ready didn't even take that long! We have ten mins until everyone-" Lily was cut off by the sound of an owl hooting.

Lily sighed. "Doorbell. Looks like someone's here. Let's go down."

Doorbell? An owl hooting was their doorbell? Cute!

We walked down the stairs, betting who it was.

We got to the ground floor and walked into the gold 'party room' that had appetizers we made and cute drinks (butterbeer for the kids though I have no doubts James will drink the Firewhisky) in cute glasses spread out on gold tables.

We heard people hugging and heard 'Merry Christmas's' through the wall.

An elderly couple walked in, the man with white hair and the lady with greying hair, though streaks of orange still dominated it. They looked happy, their warm faces red from the cold.

"Lily!" the lady chuckled as Lily gave her a long hug.

"Grandma! It's so nice to see you!" Lily said.

The man, obviously her grandpa, barrelled over to her and tackled her into a hug as well.

Laughing, I watched them. They seem so nice.

The grandma looked over at me, smiling. "And you must be Maddie!" she said as she walked forward and enveloped me in a hug.

She smelt like smoke – not the bad kind, but the good kind. The kind that smells like warmth and fire and fills you with a calmness.

"I'm Mrs Weasley, Ginny's mum! But, call me Molly," she said as she stepped back. "Why, Ginny never told me how nice your hair is! Is that natural?" she asked, fingering my silky hair.

I smiled at her. "The colour, yes. Usually it's more golden and a lot frizzier!" I said as Molly nodded.

"I used to get frizzy hair, too. But. As they all say - with great age comes great, smooth hair," Molly said as we laughed.

"You're Australian, aren't you?" I'm guessing Mr Weasley asked.

I nodded. "I am. I'm the exchange student," I explained as Mr Weasley held his hand out.

"Mr Weasley, Ginny's father," Mr Weasley said as I shook his hand.

"As well as Ron's, Charlie's, Bill's, Percy's and George's dad. And Fred's," Lily chimed in.

Molly smiled, her eyes sad. "I wish Fred could be here. But, he's in a better place."

It took me a moment to realise that this Fred person was dead. I looked down at my hands, not knowing what to say.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang again.

Lupin and Vic walked in, led by Ginny.

"Grandma! Grandpa!" Vic said as she threw herself at Molly and Mr Wealsey.

The guests just kept on coming. Bill and Fleur, Vic's parent arrived, Fleur looking twenty rather than the early-forties she was.

Charlie Weasley arrived, looking handsome with orange hair and a weathered face. Percy and Audrey Wealsey arrived with their too kids, Molly and Lucy. Molly's a year older than me, as she's in her Seventh Year – but she studies at Beauxbatons. Lucy was in her Third Year at Beauxbatons also. They were super sweet and were very, very pretty.

Gabrielle (Fleur's younger sister) and her husband, Viktor Krum, arrived next, kissing Fleur the French way (on both cheeks twice). They had no children, though they were a striking couple. Gabrielle's pretty and delicate features with silvery-blonde hair contrasted to the strong and striking dark looks of Viktor. I was fangirling a bit because Viktor is like the best seeker ever! Even though he'd retired… but still!

The next family to come in was Ron and Hermione with Rose and Hugo. I greeted them all, hugging and chatting with them. Hermione looked polished in a skirt and blouse and Rose looked stunning in a purple blouse and a white skirt that was tight and went to her mid-shin. I could see Ron sizing Viktor up and thought, there's definitely a story behind that.

Hugo, Lily, Lucy, Rose, Molly and I chatted for a while when Rose squealed, running to the door.

There stood one of the prettiest girls ever – the same girl who's in the 'popular' group with James, Rose, Ellie and Adam. Miranda, her name was.

"Miranda!" Rose yelled as she threw herself at Miranda. They hugged and squealed. That's the reunion of girl best friends/ cousins, it seems.

An older girl walked in, as well as an older boy. The older girl had tan skin, the colour of a mocha with cream mixed through. She had bright green eyes and was laughing with the older boy. He had pale skin, freckles and a shock of auburn hair. They looked to be in their early twenties.

Behind them, a jovial couple walked in, smiling and laughing. The man had the Weasley's orange hair and was a little stocky. The lady had chocolate skin and amazing eyes, like pure gold. She was also amazingly pretty and they both had many, many, many laugh lines around their eyes and mouths.

"George! Angelina! Nice to see ya," Ron said as he enveloped them both in a hug. He then turned to the girl and boy. "Hey Roxy, Fred," he said as he gave them a hug.

Miranda broke free of Rose to give everyone hugs too. Rose pulled me over to the family.

"Ok, that's George, my uncle and that's Angelina, my aunty," she said as they both introduced themselves to me.

"Roxanne," Roxanne said as she gave me a once over. Immediately, I wanted to impress her. She seemed like one of those cool and carefree girls who did what they wanted and didn't care what anyone thought.

"Hey. I'm Maddie," I said as I smiled at her.

"And I'm Fred. And can I just say, I've been dying to meet you," Fred said as he gave me an obvious once-over.

"You have now, have you?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

Fred laughed. "Oh, I like her. May I have the first dance with you after lunch?" he asked, grinning playfully. There was something about him – he just seemed to draw people in.

I laughed. "We'll see."

Roxanne leaned in close to me. "He's a massive flirt. Don't trust him," she 'whispered' in my ear. Actually, she shouted it so everyone could hear. Everyone laughed at Fred's expression.

"Oh, lay off, Roxy. He's like his father and his father's twin in that way. We named him Fred, after all," Angelina said lovingly.

George smiled. "Fred is like Fred, ain't he?"

We all went into the crowded party room. Rose pulled me over to Miranda, who was talking to Lily.

"Miranda, this is Maddie. You know her from school," Rose said as me and Miranda introduced ourselves. We all stayed talking and eating appetizers when the door banged open.

Al walked in, shaking his head free of snow.

I walked over to him and gave him a hug. "Merry Christmas!" I said as snow fell into my hair.

Al laughed. "You saw me this morning!"

"I know but now its official! Btw, your family has been super nice to me all day. I especially like George and Angelina – they've had me in stitches!" I said as I pulled back.

Al's eyes bugged out of his head. Looking around, I was alarmed. "What?" I asked, worried something bad happened.

"Jesus, show your legs more often! Plus, pink suites you," Al said as I laughed, blushing.

"Jeez, thanks Al. But… where are Harry and James?" I asked, just realising they weren't there.

Al motioned out the open doorway we were standing in. "Getting the last minute stuff mum wanted from the shop a few minutes away. They sent me back here," Al said, shivering. Noticing he was cold from the snow outside, I slammed the door shut.

"Here, I'll fetch a blanket. You say hi to your family," I said as I walked through the halls and upstairs. I walked his room and grabbed a really, really comfy looking blanket. Gathering it in my arms, I trudged down the stairs, almost falling in those darned heels.

After I was safely down, I walked into the party room. Searching for Al, I found him talking to Hugo. Nudging him, I saw his relief when he saw me.

"You're actually the best," he said as he grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders.

Hugo looked up at me and smiled. "We were just talking about Care of Magical Creatures and how-"

"Maddie?" a shocked voice said rather loudly. James' voice rang out through the room as everyone halted their conversation and looked at him. And well, me too.

I must say, the cold suits him. His jet black hair was wind swept with flecks of blinding-white snow flittered throughout the locks. His cheeks were rosy pink and he had an adorable sweater on.

And I know this sounds cheesy, but my heart stopped and started racing at the same time.

He was looking at me like I'd grown another pair of legs-

Legs.

Is James Potter startled because… of my legs? Or rather, my bare legs?

The idea excited me a bit. Of course, my body thought that was embarrassing so I went bright red. And then I thought of our almost kiss and I turned even redder.

We just stared at each other whilst everyone else stared at us.

Thankfully, I have the bestest friend ever.

"Hey James! How was the shops?" Al asked as he walked over to James and that was that. Everyone went back to conversations and I was still standing there, gaping like a fish.

"He's totally hot for you. I mean, he at least thinks you're hot," Roxanne said as she came up to me. She gave Hugo a look and he scampered off.

"Um, no. I'm not hot," I said, still blushing.

"Well, no. Not when you're gaping like a fish and bright red. Calm down. Look at me," she said as I calmed down a bit. I looked at her and I could feel the blush seeping from my face.

"What just happened?" I asked and suddenly, me and Roxanne (or Rocky, as she wanted me to call her – apparently, only weirdos called her Roxanne and only her family can call her Roxy) were friends.

I told her about everything with James and she listened attentively, her face serious.

When I told her about the almost-kiss, she squealed.

"Man, your life is like a soap-opera!" Rocky exclaimed as I slapped her lightly.

"Yes, and that's a bad thing! I don't know what to do!" I said desperately as Rocky gave me her glass of Firewhisky.

"Drink. You'll need it to hear this news. Ready for this bombshell? You. Like. Him," she said, so seriously it was as if she was telling me the secret to destroying the world.

I jerked back. "No. No way! No freakin way! I hate him! He's so… arrogant and… rude and… disruptive," I said. There was no way I liked him.

Rocky looked at me. "Um, those are the best reasons to like someone! You really want a modest, polite and mellow guy? Like Al? Ok, you and Al are great friends but together, you wouldn't work – you're too out there and willing to do random things. You're impulsive. So, you need someone who's also impulsive to keep up with you! And, correct me if I'm wrong, but James kinda seems perfect for you," Rocky shrugged as I shook my head.

"No. There is no way that James Potter is perfect for me!" I said just as Ginny burst in the room.

"Lunch has been served!" she said as everyone piled in the room.

"Ok, gotta go! Save me a dance!" Rocky said as she sauntered away. I walked with the crowd into the massive dining room.

Confused thoughts were swirling through my brain – I mean, did I like James? Did I not?


Lunch was great. The food and the people were all awesome – it was even better that I was sitting next to Al and Lily with Hugo, Rocky and Lucy around me.

Fred, James, Miranda and Molly were cackling at the other end of the table. Occasionally, Vic would chime into our conversation and give us the latest gossip.

It was so much fun but of course, the peace was ruined… by the Lovegoods.

The four of them bustled in and everyone clapped and cheered.

"Sorry we're late – lunch with the in laws!" Frederick said as everyone laughed. Luna and Frederick sat down whilst Ellie was hugging Miranda and Rose. Wendy was standing to the side, all alone. I saw Rose try to hug her but Ellie swerved in front and pushed Wendy back a bit. Wendy scowled and I felt a pang for her. None of these people were her friends. Maybe it was her fault, maybe not but some of the other kids should try and include her.

I stood up and walked over to them. Ellie obviously thought I was getting up to hug her because she gave a little squeal and opened her arms out.

"Maddie!" she said as she tackled me into a hug. I hugged her back, laughing.

"Hey Ellie! Nice to see you! Merry Christmas!" I said as I chatted with her for a bit.

"Um, excuse me," I said as I walked past her and looked at Wendy, smiling. "Hi Wendy! Merry Christmas!" I said as she scowled at me.

"Why are you saying hi to me?" she asked, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

My smile faltered. "Just… being merry. Spreading the spirit!" I said as I felt a presence come up behind me. I knew who it was by Wendy's dazzling smile.

"James! Merry Christmas! Maddie looked all alone so I decided to wave her over and say hi! Just spreading the spirit!" she said. I almost scoffed. Yeah, and you have blonde hair and your name's Maddie. Like, what's her problem?

"Really?" James said, obviously amused. "Well, let me say hi to Maddie now. I think Molly wants to see you," he said, pointing to a waving Molly who was trying to look enthusiastic at seeing Wendy.

Wendy smiled tightly and walked away.

"Seriously, I try to be nice and she throws it in my face. Like, be nice to everyone or mean to everyone – don't be fake and two-faced!" I said frustratedly as James walked around so he faced me.

"Yeah," James said, smiling down at me, his face seriously hot. I know you know he's hot but he's like… hotter than hot.

"Well, thanks for saving me," I said as James smiled.

"It's ok. Seems like we're always saving each other from her in one way or another," he said, smirking.

I felt my face heat as I remembered our almost-kiss.

It seemed as if he only remembered the kiss at my blush. His face fell and he blushed right down his neck.

"Um," I said, coughing.

"Right," he said, also coughing.

"Look, we… are…?" I said.

"Yeah… so… we?" James said.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

James looked really hot when he was flustered.

I'm betting I looked awful, though. Except, I kept catching his eyes travelling to my bare legs.

I smirked at that.

"Well, save me a dance," James said as he walked over to his seat.

I took a deep breath and walked back to mine.


A full belly and a lot dizzier (from all the Firewhisky Rocky was giving me), dinner was over. We moved into the ball room, chatting and speaking loudly from all the alcohol.

Rose had had one sip and she was already smashed, wobbling around and yelling out random things.

Rocky and I were giggling about random things, me more so than Rocky.

We sent to a silver couch and gossiped and laughed at random things. A figure walked up to us, his hair glinting in the light.

"Ah, sister. You have kept this magical creature away from me too long! Another dance is starting now. Maddie, would you care to dance?" In the light, Fred looked amazingly hot, his face all angles and his hair actually looked black to me. Black hair made him more attractive somehow.

"Yeah, why not?" I said as I stood up and he led me to the silver dance floor.

We danced and he had me in stitches the whole time – Fred's hilarious! I had the best time, twirling and spinning to the music. We danced the next dance and the next one and the next one and the next one until I had to sit.

"Thanks for the dances!" I said as Fred whisked me to a silver couch that Rose and Al were at.

"My pleasure," Fred said as he walked off, smiling.

I looked at Al and Rose who were staring at me weirdly. "What?" I asked.

Al laughed softly. "I don't know. You and Fred just looked… funny out there. Fred really can't dance and you were laughing and it… it was just funny," Al said as Rose nodded, giggling.

"Plus, you made someone a little angry," she said, pointing to a scowling James who was snapping at Ellie.

"Huh? Why is he angry?" I asked, confused. We had a conversation today, were getting back to being friends and now he's angry at me? Again? For doing what?

Rose shrugged. "Go ask him," she said. I shook my head, not wanting that encounter to be in public.

"Nu-uh. He's the angry one – he's coming to me," I said, not realising he was doing just that. He left a hurt looking Ellie and stormed over to Al, Rose and me.

The three of us looked up at him. He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my seat. "We need to talk," he said as I yelped in surprise.

"Ok," I said as he led me through the crowd. We walked around the corridors in silence, my confusion turning into anger.

He opened the door to a random study/ library room and slammed the door.

"What are you doing? What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked an enraged James.

His eyes were blazing and he was stiff and rigid. "What's wrong with me? More like what's wrong with you!" he yelled, his face scrunched up.

Now I was really confused. "What do you mean? What did I do?" I yelled.

James gave a frustrated groan and pulled at his hair. "Why are you making me crazy? We almost kiss, you totally ignore me and then… then we talked with Wendy and you said you'd dance with me and so I waited but you danced five dances in a row with my cousin, the 'ladies man', Fred! And you had to be wearing that goddamn dress that's so short and tight and I just don't what to think!" James yelled as he took three bounding steps towards me, stopping just in front of me.

There was an electric feeling in the room. I felt hot and cold and wanted to touch him and to push him away. Nothing made sense. He was far too close and all I could smell was his overwhelming scent of pine trees and cold, winter's air.

I was so, so mad at him. Why would he say those things? Why would he make me confused?

"Well, I'm sorry for dancing with a funny guy! I'm sorry I didn't dance with you immediately! I'm sorry you aren't constantly on my mind!" I yelled at him. I saw his dark blue eyes get smouldering.

"You don't sound too sorry," James said, his voice back to normal volume, but bitter in tone.

I scoffed. "It's called sarcasm. Look it up."

And then he kissed me.

His hands were cupping my face and hands were at my sides. I was so stunned. James… was kissing me… and it felt… not too good.

As in, I was freaking out, I couldn't relax. And James… his lips were hard against mine. It was like kissing a rock.

Part of me was relieved that James wasn't as good a kisser as what he was cracked up to be – made James seem human.

But… it was weird. It was like all the electricity from earlier just… vanished.

The weird and awkward kiss lasted for all of one second when a knock came at the door.

He pushed me away, his eyes bright and frenzied, his face red.

"Anyone in here?" the voice of Ellie rang loud and clear. She sounded a little upset and I was about to answer when James clamped his hand over my mouth, shutting me up.

"Um, yeah. Just… feeling ill," James answered, his voice breaking. His eyes were locked on mine and suddenly, boom, the electricity was back. His hand on my mouth felt like fire I wanted his hands all over me, not on my lips. I wanted his lips on mine instead.

"Oh, well do you want me to come in or find someone?" Ellie asked, concern lacing her voice.

James cleared his throat. "No. I need to be… alone."

"I'll go then," Ellie said as she left.

He lowered his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. I could literally feel the heat from his body washing over me.

Please kiss me again.

Instead, he broke my gaze and walked over to the other side of the room. Kill me now! Why won't he kiss me?!

Why do I want him to kiss me?

He cleared his throat. "Um… that shouldn't have happened," he said, his voice hoarse.

My stomach dropped. "Oh… uh, yeah. That was… wrong," I said, not knowing what else to say. He turned around to face me.

"It was… weird. And wrong," James agreed as he rubbed his neck with his hand.

I sighed. "Yeah."

"Yeah."

"…"

"…"

James looked at me and I could tell he wanted to kiss me again as much as I wanted him to kiss me.

"Fuck it," James said as he bounded towards me and kissed me, gathering me in his arms. His arms snaked around my waist and he pulled me closer. I twisted my hands in his hair, kissing him.

This wasn't like before. It was electric and frenzied and crazed. It was impulsive and daring and strong. We moved together, lips in synch. He was hot to touch and his smell of pine trees engulfed my senses, making me kiss him harder and faster.

Let me tell you – James Potter wasn't a good kisser.

He was more like the kissing god. I don't think kissing had ever felt so good. It was like the first kiss was a warm up, that awkward first time you try something. But now… I was relaxing into him and we bother weren't holding back.

Still kissing me, he gathered me in his arms and walked over to the wall. He pressed me against the wall and he started kissing my jawline, neck, shoulder, forehead – everywhere but my mouth. It drove me mad.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands immediately went to my legs as he held he up. My back pressed against the wall, he leaned down and kissed me again, faster and hotter than before.

There was a voice yelling at me to stop because this was James Potter, my enemy! I hated him!

But a bigger voice just told it to shut up, it was ruining the mood.

The room was hot and I was sweaty. I messed his hair up even more and he carried me to the table. He set me down on the table and his hands were everywhere – my face, arms, waist, hips.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his torso. My hands trailed to his jacket and he shrugged it off. I wanted him so much, it hurt.

He pulled away for a second. "Thought you said I was never on your mind," he asked, his face red, lips swollen and eyes full of mischief. He'd never looked hotter.

"I lied," I whispered as he smiled at me. He started leaning down when the door banged open.

"Shit," he said as he untangled himself from me and there stood Rose, her face shocked. I quickly slipped off the table and scrambled away from James.

"I… you two were taking too long… I didn't think that… oh god. Um, go back to… to what you were doing," Rose said as she took off, the door swinging shut behind her.

I was mortified. What the hell had just happened? Oh yeah, that's right – we were passionately making out.

Um. Awkward.

I slipped past James. "Um, bye," I said as I left him there, calling out my name. My head was fuzzy and I couldn't think straight, all because I'd never counted that kissing James Potter would be the best experience. Ever.

Well, there you have it. They kissed! Hope it didn't disappoint! But how awkward was the first kiss?

If you want some more Jaddie kisses, just review and I'll weave some more into the story!

Love you for reading, thanks!

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Kat xx