Seatplans
by The Subversive
Chapter 4
There's A Good Reason Why These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet
Winter Holidays, Fourth Year
"And Roger Stam swerves around Winters, a bit difficult curve but he manages, he's reaching for the snitch and –"
The announcer's voice faded away as the crowd of hundred thousands screamed for victory.
James was fourteen, and he was shouting with all his might in joy for what was to be the last English win for the International Quidditch cup.
"James Potter, that is no way to behave." His mother said, clearly annoyed with her almost damaged eardrums.
"Yeah Prongs!!!" Sirius said at the other side of James' mother. "Show some loooovvvee!!!" She rolled her eyes and strolled off to where her husband was.
"We'll see you boys at the party." James' mother said, although she doubted the two boys heard as each were projecting messages to the sky that said Marry me Stam.
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One of the perks of having a rich and popular bloodline was that you get to attend lavish celebrations such as the Quidditch afterparty, and getting to meet rich and powerful people isn't bad at all, especially when it comes with getting away with drinking and underage non-stop partying…
Loud sounds were blaring as James and Sirius entered a big hall, they could see a lot of people mingling, dancing, and just plain having a pretty good time.
Sirius let out a whistle as he oggled at a group of girls far across. "Nice Prongs, just nice."
James and Sirius both grinned as they approached the corner where at least half a dozen girls about their age were giggling and furiously batting eyelashes at them. Blame hormones if you must, but they needed to get there and fast.
"James!"
He and Sirius stopped their magnificent stride and craned necks to see the offending disturber of-
"Crap." James muttered as he saw her mother motioning him over to a group of middle-aged people.
"Next time James." Sirius teased, and clapped his best friend's back for support. "Sirius is flying solo tonight."
James grudgingly took difficult steps towards where his mother was, with his father, a few important-looking people, and Roger Stam. He looked back and saw Sirius shamelessly flirting with the girls practically pouncing on him.
"Roger, this is my son James." James' dad proudly introduced the frowning teenager. James' dad was well-known, as he was a major sponsor for the English team.
A tall man of his early forties was gazing down him, eyes blue and sparkling, deep brown hair gleaming in the dim lighting of the room. "Ah, yes, James, nice to meet you."
"My pleasure, sir." James returned the famous seeker's firm shake with a smile.
"I was quite amused with your professions of love back in the match." Roger said.
James redenned. "Right. About that, sorry sir." James imagined seeing his mother's face right now. Murder.
"Call me Roger… and why the apologies? It's appreciated." James' perception of the world was shrinking… Why'd he have to be here again? Oh right. Propriety.
Feeling a need for change in topic, "James is in his fourth year at Hogwarts." his mother said, beaming. "Youngest player and chaser for Gryffindor."
"A flier too! Talented young man! You've got quite a boy William." Roger said, taking a sip of butterbeer.
"You're daughter's in her fourth year too, am I right?" James' mother asked.
"Yes, yes. Jessica's attending Beauxbatons, but I'm afraid she will be transferring next year to Hogwarts as well." Roger informed, and a young blonde girl appeared beside him.
"Talking about me?" The girl with blonde hair said, revealing a blindingly white row of teeth. Her cheeks were tainted pink, and James wondered if it was make-up. He was staring at Roger's eyes in a pretty girl's body. A very pretty girl's erm, body.
"Yes, darling." Roger put an arm around his daughter, "William, Catherine, this is my daughter Jessica."
Warm welcomes were said, and
"Jessica, meet Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and this is their son James."
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Forty minutes later…
"You're a virgin?" Jessica said, as if it was the most preposterous thing in the world.
James was definitely having a bad night, despite winning two galleons from Sirius for the match. He's reddening for the second time, and both cases had been done by both father and daughter Stam. Maybe it's a hidden talent or something…
"Yeah." James said coolly. He was trying to regain his composure, and failing miserably at it.
Fourteen year-old Jessica giggled, and yeah, giggled. She was pretty good at giggling, and James was starting to think that giggling was a prerequitsite for being a hottie. Girl hottie.
"What?" James cocked his eyebrow, in a very cocky manner, and leaned against a table.
Jessica regained her composure in a second and calmly asked, "You seriously have not, had, sex?"
James shrugged nonchalantly. "Haven't found a girl worthy enough to shag." He grinned.
Jessica laughed lightly. "Right." She took a step towards James.
"You?" James asked smugly, slightly noticing distance difference between them two… slightly…
"That's for me to know." Jessica smiled. James was very tempted to do something at that moment, mainly involving clothes and stuff, and the way Jessica looked at him made him tense.
She leaned in and closed the gap between the their bodies, sharing a kiss in her dad's office.
When you look at it in a perspective, there was much exchange of mucin, water, proteins and enzymes via the oral cavities. Put quite plainly, they were making out like hell.
They broke apart seconds after, and Jessica smiled. "Don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen. I'm not that girl, am I?"
James only stared, processing what she was talking about.
"You've never been past second base, have you, James?"
"I-" He got cut off as she leaned in the second time around. This time more seconds passed, and -
"Tell me," Jessica said breaking apart, again, "blondes, or brunettes?"
James stared at her, lips red and swollen, and shook his head.
Jessica smiled. "Are there any redheads in Hogwarts?"
A pair of green eyes flashed in James' mind.
"This is awesome."
Sirius flopped himself at James' neatly made King-size bed, successful at what he does best – messing around.
"Sirius you're soiling my sheets." James said, annoyed, yet smiling. He had just let Sirius in the Heads' Dorms, and let's just say Sirius is starting to like it, especially the entrance portrait.
"Right, Mister Head Boy." Sirius kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable in James' bed. He perched up again, and looked at James with a twinkle in his eye.
"Okay. What are you thinking?" James asked. Sirius and eye-twinkling usually equalled to trouble, and James was praying not now…
"Oh nothing." Sirius said, as he sat up on the couch. "I have this theory…"
James groaned as he picked up Sirius' shoes [carefully and set it aside.
"… on how Dumbledore selects Head Students."
"Right." James put the rather smelly pair of shoes just outside the room.
"Come on. You guys wouldn't be called Head students for nothing. It's quite genius actually... Dumbledore simply picks out the students with the biggest heads."
A pillow was painfully hurled at Sirius' direction. Yep, it did hurt.
Lily set her bag down and turned to her best friends.
"Well?" Jessica said, lied down her bed, stretching her arms like a cat.
They were in the dorms, and Lily called for the two girls promptly after the last bell had rung. She told them it was important, as in major news, and usually with intros like that you'd have to please very expecting audience…
"What is it Lily?" Clara also inquired, sitting down her bed. "You know, you have this habit of building up things a little too much…" Clara held up her hand to show how little…
"Couldn't agree more." Jessica added, "Remember last year? You told it was important,"
"Major" Clara piped in,
"and we found out you lost your quill…" Jessica finished, playing with a thick lock of her hair.
Lily made a Puss-in-Boots-sort-of-when-someone-gets-candy-from-cute-little-children-pouting face, "But that was my favorite quill!"
"Honestly! You've got more quills than the whole school combined…"
"You have more make-up than her quills, Jess." Clara said, reaching for her bag to start an essay.
"Okay! I see your point." Lily resigned. She sat down her bed and looked at the two, Jessica snipping split ends from her golden hair and Clara unrolling a piece of parchment.
Lily sighed. She could hear the shearing sounds of Jess's scissors, the scratching of Clara's quill against the parchment…
"I made Head Girl."
And a deafening sound of silence was heard…
Lily looked at them, Jessica and Clara both froze, and they were staring at each other for at least five seconds…
Okayyyy.. Lily thought...
Four…
Jessica was still trying to process what Lily said. Lily's Head Girl?
Three…
Clara blinked, she was remembering something about werewolves from the essay, and then she heard Head Girl…
Two…
Oh my gosh, Lily's Head Girl!
One…
The three were screaming and giggling and making noise, that kind of noise that a bunch of girls make when they hyperventilate because the new Maroon 5 video was debuting on MTV…
"Oh my gosh!!!" Jessica enveloped Lily in a bone-crushing hug, and Clara was smiling widely, essay forgotten.
"I know!" Lily said, feeling a little warm from all the chaos.
"You're Head Girl!" Jessica said, eyes bright and beaming, though it couldn't really compare to Lily's look of pure happiness.
"I know!" Lily said… "I'm Head Girl."
I'm Head Girl…
And suddenly the statement seemed to her so, different…
"It's really true?"
"What?"
Twenty chocolate frogs later, James and Sirius were still in the Heads Dorms talking about the most random things.
"About Jessica, I mean." James continued, tearing wrapper off the chocolate.
"What about her?" Sirius stuffed his mouth, something he was quite proud of, actually, and did most often.
"Sleeping with her." James looked at Sirius through his glasses.
Sirius got up and got a chess board from somewhere. "Nhhh…"
"What?" James asked. Sometimes Sirius' talent could be really annoying.
"Of course. She was my first." Sirius laid out the board on the coffee table. "I lost my virginity to her, she was my first lover, however you want to call it mate."
"Oh. I thought Anne was your first." was all James managed to say.
"I know, man. Jess and I erased everything that summer. Too messy to tell." Sirius moved a pawn forward. "She was really, really good. We were fourteen then, and that's saying something"
They were silent for a moment.
"Listen, Padfoot." James moved also moved a pawn. "I need to tell you soemthing."
"Sure." Sirius said, not taking his eyes off the chess set, clearly in concentration. "About Jessica?"
"Yeah. I've met her before."
"Okay Prongs, vague, but continue." Sirius moved his knight on play.
"I've met her before you've dated her." James contered with a bishop.
Sirius frowned. "She's a transferee, and by that time we were through." He looked up. "You didn't even know I dated her."
"That last bit's true, I don't know what the first bit was for."
"How could you have known her before Hogwarts?" Sirius moved another pawn.
James moved his knight. "Remember the Quidditch party back in fourth year? Winter hols?"
Sirius stared at him and tried to recall. "So you mean,"
"No. Nothing happened that night."
"Oh." Sirius managed.
"I know." James said.
Sirius moved his queen.
"Checkmate."
A/N: I don't think I'll be updating for a few weeks.
Harry & Neville's gonna die?