1 YEAR LATER
James and I spent the last three months of our seventh year dating and quite frankly it was perfect. Of course there were those people who came up to me to tell me that James preferred the chase and would quickly grow bored of me. And whilst that had been a big fear of mine, I had nothing to worry about because he was still very much in love with me and I fell more in love with him every day. Not that I could admit that to his face because he'd get the biggest smirk on his face.
We'd spent the past year outside of Hogwarts trying to further our careers. I was working for a company that was trying to develop new medical potions and James had spent the year going through vigorous rounds of quidditch trials. He was just waiting for a letter to arrive with the final decision from the manager.
Right now we were on holiday in a little remote village, trying to get some quiet time. I furrowed my eyebrows in my sleep at the sound of tapping against the window. Trying to continue sleeping, I burrowed further into the blanker, knowing that the sound wasn't going to go away. It clearly belonged to an owl. Letting out a deep breath I opened my eyes sleepily and stretched slightly.
"James," I said gently, trying to get him to release me from his arms.
His arms only tightened around my bare waist in response as he burrowed his head into my neck. With a soft smile I ran my fingers through his hair before managing to manoeuvre myself out from his arms. Getting out of the bed I picked up James' shirt from where I had dropped it last night and slipped it over my head.
Padding softly towards the window I pulled back the curtains and opened the window. The owl flew into the room, perching on the windowsill. Taking the envelope from the owl I gently stroked its feathers. It flew away quickly, once again, and I glanced down at the name on the envelope, hearing some sleep filled groans from behind me.
James, realising that I wasn't in bed, opened his eyes slowly and slumped against the headboard. His eyes moved around the room until they settled on where I stood by the windowsill. Fixing the blanket around him, he patted the bed beside him for me to sit.
"When did you get up?" He asked with a yawn.
"Five minutes ago," I answered, walking towards the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I held out the envelope for him to take. "A letter arrived for you."
"For me?" Taking the envelope, he looked down at it, setting it aside. "I'll look at it later."
Taking a hold of my hand, he pulled me closer to him. Settling against his chest I pointed to the discarded letter. "You should read it James, it could be important."
"Later," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to the nape of my neck. I squirmed he knew I was ticklish there and elbowed him in the side. "You got dressed?"
"Wearing a shirt hardly counts as being dressed."
"It's still more than I'm wearing," he said with a satisfied smirk and I rolled my eyes, a flush creeping up my neck. I looked away from him, clearing my throat.
"Hurry up and get dressed Potter, I'll get ready and make some breakfast." I got off from the bed and moved out of his hold when he reached out for me again. "Whilst I'm gone – you need to read that letter."
"Yeah, yeah," he said dismissively as I changed into some fresh clothes. Heading down into the kitchen I looked around the still unfamiliar place and set out to make breakfast.
Breaking some eggs into the pan I started to make scrambled eggs when James walked up behind me and pulled me into his arms. I leaned back against his chest and he squeezed his arms around me. He set his chin on my shoulder, making me look back at him. He was grinning widely.
"What's got you so happy?" I asked, stepping out from his arms to continue making breakfast.
Leaning against the counter he crossed his arms over his chest, watching me cook. "I read the letter."
"Who was it from?" Grabbing the two plates of food I put them on the table and headed over to fridge. Taking out a jug of pumpkin juice from the fridge I set it on the table.
"The people in charge of recruiting for the team."
I stilled, turning to face him. Cautiously I asked, "And because you're smiling so much, I take it that it's good news?"
He nodded and within seconds was across the room, taking me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him as he lifted me clear off the ground.
"I made the team." I could hear the smile in his voice.
He started to laugh, clearly relieved that all of his effort this year had paid off. Not that he'd admit it to anyone but waiting for this letter had stressed James out so much. He was always second guessing his talent and I'd spent our entire holiday making sure that his mind was off the letter.
When I was back on the ground, I rose onto my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. I'd meant to keep it at a peck but James followed me, deepening the kiss. When he pulled away we were both smiling.
"I'm so proud of you Potter."