Hello! I'm back witj a new chapter, about James who is a little bit like the Weasley tweens!

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JAMES

Yes. I do know I should have been in class, but in those moments when you're so in love... Besides, I had Herbology class and Professor Longbottom… Ha! Who can take that seriously? Let me start over: besides, I had Herbology and I knew Neville wouldn't punish me. Yes, one of the privileges that comes with being one of his best friends' son.

As I was saying, I'm deeply in love with the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts: Lucy Chang. However, the only one who knew about it, was my cousin Rose.

I mentioned Lucy Chang once at home, casually. Dad chocked on his coffee and Mom gave me a look that would have been able to make a hole in the wall, so I decided not to reveal a thing about my crush on her or even mention her name ever again.

And what does my crush have to do with missing classes, you may ask? Well, I had spent all that time trying to find in The Marauder's Map (a really useful object I borrowed, not stole, from my father's desk) the little dot which belonged to Lucy. In the next hours, which were off class, I'd find her and ask her, for thirty second time, to go out with me. She was obviously rejecting my invitations because... just because.

I heard the Gryffindors' hubbub, as they were arriving to the common room to enjoy their free hours, so I ran down the stairs. I saw a bunch of second year girls who were staring at me, not very covertly. I looked back at them and smiled charmingly. They almost fainted.

Suddenly, an awful and extremely high yell, probably coming from hell itself, startled me. I turned around, knowing for sure whose detestable yelps were, and saw my cousin Victoire docking points like a schizophrenic person to some fifth years.

As I watched, she sat on a table, took out a pink parchment and started writing on it. Agh, disgusting. Because of the idiotic smile on my cousin's face, I knew that that letter was forwarded to Teddy Lupin. Oh, please! They are like cousins! Haven't they ever heard of incest? Since that day in King's Cross when I caught them kissing, I've had nightmares about those two and their bunch of little crossed-eyed children with three arms and seven fingers.

I went back quickly to my bedroom and took a red box from under my bed. The label said: "To Victoire Weasley".

Have you ever met that special kind of person who is a... magnet to your pranks? That kind of person who you have the physiological need to harass? Well, Victoire is one of those people in my life. I used to give her little boxes of bonbons filled with different spells: intelligent mucus, excessive sweat, smelly feet, the usual innocent stuff. And, of course, she almost always fell for my jokes, as she's not what you could call... a brainiac.

I went down to the common room again and put secretly the box on a little table near Victoire. Chocolate Cauldrons filled with a love potion that caused a fantastic and affectionate crush on Ralph "Pimple-man" Stain. If Vicky ate them, they would take an hour to cause effect, and she would spend a whole afternoon canoodling with Ralphie and his pustules. Oh, come on, don't look at me like that! Ralphie is a great guy!

Oh, those Chocolates bring so many good memories. Alright, on that Christmas Day, I may have... Crossed some sort of the line. I know, I recognize it. But even though I can't help but feel nostalgic when I remember how I gave Victoire the wrong bonbons by mistake. Poor thing, she spent the day chasing Elizabeth Michels, singing love serenades to that girl and waiting for her under the mistletoe. Thank Merlín, the effect disappeared at the exact moment Victoire had caught her and was about to kiss her. What a traumatic experience for everyone. I swore never to pull her leg again but you know what they say: "You shall not swear falsely…".

Besides, let's be clear, she also crossed the line when she told my mother that Uncle George was giving me some objects from his store. Oh, my dear uncle! Such a nice Bat-Bogey Hex my mum cast on him that time. She always amazes me.

Anyway, I put the box on the table, left the Gryffindor Tower, searched for an empty hallway and took out The Marauder's Map again. I would hit on Lucy even if it was the last thing I did in my life. I searched for like twenty minutes, but I couldn't find her anywhere. She had simply vanished. Stupid map.

However, my eyes found another tiny dot, which was essential to carry out my plan: Rose Weasley. And she was ("why on Earth?!") in the library. I headed in her direction.

I found her sitting on a table, biting a quill, really concentrating.

—How you doing, redhead? —she jolted up and smiled as I sat next to her.

—Hey, how are you, James? Today's the day, ah?

—Yes, could you talk to her? —my voice sounded totally anxious and my feet moved impatiently.

I had asked, even begged Rose to talk me up to Lucy. I needed her to stop thinking I was an ass and look at me with different eyes.

—I've done it, James. It's was hard, but I've done it. I've said the most wonderful and credible things about you I could.

—Credible? Well, that lowers my chances.

We laughed and small talked in low voice a while, until I felt dizzy. Libraries make me sick. We spent almost an hour chatting in there, some kind of record for me. If I didn't hurry up, I wouldn't have time to find Lucy. But, before that, I needed to get Rose out of there. Of course, I couldn't leave her alone in that library, surrounded by all those life-sucking bookworms.

—Come on, Rose! Get out of this place! I can smell the intelligence coming out of the walls! Why don't you go outside with your friends? These are free hours, in free hours nobody studies. Come on, let's go outside.

—Oh, ok, James.

She let me drag her out, while everybody stared at us. Guys at Howgarts were often fond of my little cousin. It's a shame I'm here to watch after her, suckers.

I seductively wicked and eye to Madame Pince, the librarian, and left. How old was that woman?

In the hallway we ran into Victoire, who had the letter for Teddy in her hand. So gross.

—What is that letter?—I asked her. According to my knowledge of the matter, she wouldn't answer my question.

—None of your business —My knowledge is foolproof.

—What a pleasant girl… —I answered smiling.

And then I saw her: the love of my life... No, that's just too gooey, let me correct that. And then I saw her: Lucy, the hottest girl in Hogwarts, had just crossed the corridor and she was alone. It was definitly destiny.

— Well, ladies: duty calls—I said abruptly and ran away, looking like crazy. Sometimes, men's bodies and brains don't really get along. In every way.

I ran to the end of the hallway and turned left. She was missing. I took out the Map and saw her dot next to a cabinet with gargoyles on the top. I ran the distance between us and I finally found her. She was leaned against the wall, with her arms crossed and gazing into the distance. She seemed upset.

I approached and leaned against the wall next to her. When she noticed my presence, she turned her head, death-stared at me and turned her head to the front again. But she didn't leave, which was a great presage.

Neither of us said anything, we were just standing there. My mind was trying hard to find something witty and amusing to say or do, but nothing came up. A few silent minutes passed. Then, the silence became more and more awkward and when I was about to comment something stupid related to the weather, she interrupted me:

—You know what? All men are jerks. They're tragically moronic —she scrutinized me up and down—, but tragically necessary... —and we both knew what to do.

She grabbed my face, I clutched her waist and we started to make out, passionately, without breathing. Oh, Merlín! If I could tell you how that girl kisses!

I felt her nails in my back while and her hands caressed my neck. My arms held her perfect tiny figure as she messed up my hair, in who knows what aphrodisiacal way. I tried to stop to take a deep breath and my whole body froze (imagine how hard that must have been, taking into account my body temperature at that point). At the end of the hallway, there was Victoire.

Bloody Blondie.

Without thinking it twice, I pushed Lucy into the cabinet with the gargoyles and got into it with her.

—What the hell are you doing? Are you nuts? —she was really angry and stared at me like just a few people apart from my mother had.

—Sh! Shut it! —and I covered her mouth (red and swollen like mine) with my hand.

I know. Not an attitude worthy of a Gryffindor. But if my very indiscreet cousin heard her, she would find us. I saw Victoire coming closer, from the cabinet's cracked door. Lucy and I were close together, nose to nose. Our mouths, a couple millimetres away. The blonde was almost there, investigating like a hunting dog every inch of the hallway. She seemed pretty sure of what she'd seen.

Lucy was screaming against my hand. If she kept yelling, the prefect, who was right at the other side of the door, would definitely find us, so I replaced my hand with my mouth. I kissed her softly again and she desisted. Ah, women… they never know when to shut the hell up.

I eventually herd my cousin's steps leaving.

Alright, somebody call the Wizengamot, because I would have to find the will to separate from my girl, and that seemed quite an impossible task.


That's it! Well, we have some answers!

We know that Cauldurons have something inside, (will we meet Ralph?). James and Rose's mystery was solved. We also found out the truth about that "horrible-situation-at-Christmas-which-nobody-will-never-ever-metion-again" and we know that Victoire did saw James with Lucy.

But...

Will James be punished for missing class?

What was wrong with Lucy?

Where will those hormonal teenagers go now?

Who was Scorpius with in the Room of Requirement's? What will happen with his cloak? And what about the story between Rose and Scorpius? Will the potion cause effect on Victoire?

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