For those of yall who are wondering about UotR, the next chappie is almost done. I had it completely done, but I went back and read it again and hated it so deleted all 5000 words I had for it except the opening paragraph. I'm back up to about 2.5k, and ill probably make it about 4k this time, so it should be out by next weekend at the latest (:
Along with this story and UotR, im also beginning another HP fanfic that will be about dominique Weasley and a Blue Blood fanfic (written by Melissa de la Cruz). Just read them all and fell in love, so if youre looking for a good read, id suggest them.
CHAPTER ONE:
Why the fuck is it ringing. Slam.
Ow. Future notice: don't slam hand onto table beside bed without looking. It hurts.
I opened my eyes and successfully managed to hit the snooze alarm. Oh wait…its seven in the morning…
It's August second…
I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD! Yaaay.
Well, at least I'm awake now. Hm. What am I supposed to be doing? Right! Getting ready to go to Jamie's for the rest of the summer. I guess I should have started packing before now…
Guess I have to do illegal things…like underage magic. But they can't detect it 'cos I'll use my mum's wand and it doesn't have the trace on it. Who is a winner? I am. Alex is a winner.
And 'cos mum hates using magic, she keeps her wand in the right shoe of her boot in the closet. Easy peasy. I nicked it and returned to my room without any trouble. A couple spells here and there and a few unnecessary ones, and guess who was packed?
Me.
Winner dance time? Oh yes.
Dancedancedancedance.
Heh. I'm weird, I know.
So, it's only eight thirty and I'm all packed because of my genius underage magic loophole thingamagjig. I still have thirty minutes, and I can't get ready ready yet 'cos that'd be a waste since the party isn't until this evening. I already look cute enough to go see James, s'not like he's important.
I'm in my favorite pair of dark wash blue jeans which are tight and skinny as all get out and a band tee. A v-neck I got when James, Jaclyn, and I went to the Stereo Skyline concert in London after sneaking out of Hoggyhoggyhogwarts last May. It says "STEREO SKYLINE KEEPS MY HEART B-B-B-B-BEATING" from one of their songs. Afterwards, we got to meet Brian Maddox and Kevin Bard. It was so sweet. I may have shoved my tongue down Brian's throat. He didn't mind, surprisingly. He actually seemed quite pleased, seeing as he didn't shove me off or call for security. He even shoved his tongue down my throat too. It may be the best moment of my life, that and getting onto the Quidditch team second year. It's a solid tie. Hell, Brian and I actually became friends after that, believe it or not. We corresponded over that summer and met up once before he went on tour again.
I love Brian Maddox. He secretly loves me too.
Anyways. I'm stoked for this party and for Christmas hols so we can venture to down under where the kangaroos and koalas reside!
Oooh, it's nine now. An acceptable time to say goodbye to my mum and head to James.
"Bye mum, I'll see you over Easter hols. I'll write every once and a while. Remember, I'm going to Australia with James and then baack to the Potter's for Christmas hols. Don't forget to keep feeding Frankie!" I screamed. Frankie is my doggie. He's pretty legit.
"Bye sweetie," she answered, filled with enthusiasm! (not). I found her and gave her a quick hug before going to the fire place trunk in hand and my kitty, Mufasa, draped over my shoulder.
I shall now give you a crash course on the Weasley-Potter Clan before you have to deal with me around them.
First, there is Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley Potter's children. There are three of them. James Sirius Potter, my best friend, is the oldest. He has black hair like his dad, but it's not all wild and crazy like Harry's. It's normal like Ginny's. He has emerald green eyes with golden-brown flecks all scattered around in there. He is weird, random, dramatic, super brave, loyal, reckless, competitive, and super! He's quite attractive, but he's like my brother so don't look at me like that. And of course, he is in Gryffindor and a sixth year like me. Then comes his little brother, Albus Severus (what an unfortunate name) Potter. He got stuck with Harry's wild, unruly black hair, glasses, and emerald green eyes. They are an exact replica of each other. Al is studious, courageous, noble, and an all-around good guy. He got put into Gryffindor too, even though he is a bit nerdy and could've gone into the 'Claws if you ask me. Then comes my favorite Potter child, Lily Luna Potter. She's the bomb, yo! She has bright red hair like her mum and pretty blue-green eyes, a mixture of Harry and her Uncle Ron's eyes. She's absolutely gorgeous. She's going into her fourth year and I couldn't be more in love with her. She's pretty and smart and the perfect stereotypical Gryffindor, all brave and acting before thinking. She's the Seeker on our joyful Quidditch team.
Next up is Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour's children. Their oldest is Victoire. She was in Ravenclaw, but she's graduated now. She's nineteen, three years older than me. She's a Veela and super pretty. However, she is a stuck-up bitch just like her mum. I'm not very fond of ole Vicky. She uses everyone's full name and she's all snobby. Is Alex a fan of Victoire? NO! But, her little sister Dom(inique) is the shit. I love Dom. She's a sixth year Gryffindor and the complete rebel of the family. She's not all proper and lady-like, but a true Gryffindor. I adore her. She's best friends with Jacelyn, so we are pretty close. Her little brother is the devil upon all devils. Louis makes me want to shoot myself. Why? A) He is best friends with Scorpius Malfoy, his fellow fifth year Gryffindor. B) He loves to make my life hell. C) He's arrogant and full of himself. D) I have to deal with him every school day because like Scorpius, he's a Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. E) He is always hitting on me. F) He is in Gryffindor so I have to deal with him all year round. G) He's 'perfect' in the mind's of everyone else except for me. Only I see through his little perfect exterior into the black hole that is his heart.
Louis makes me want to crawl into a hole and DIE.
Heh.
Okay. Moving on now. There's George Weasley and Angelina Johnson's kiddies up next. First up is Roxanne Weasley. Honestly, I really don't know her that well, but I like her. She's a model, so she's always traveling around. She's Victoire's age and she was a Hufflepuff. She has pretty dark red hair and mocha skin, an odd but beautiful combination. Then, there is Freddie! Besides James and Lillers, he is by far my favorite Weasley-Potter ever. Fred is such a big prankster like his dad. He was a Chaser on the Quidditch team and he taught James and I all the ropes. It's easy to say that I love him. We are great friends. He just graduated in June, so I won't be seeing him too much anymore which is really sad. He was Cap'n of us Gryffs last year. Gosh, I'm going to miss him so much.
Charlie Weasley is the best uncle there is. He's so cool. He's still off taming dragons though. He never married or had kids, but he's awesome anyways.
Uhm, right. Percy Weasley and Audrey Greene are two stuck-up, snobby, obnoxious people. They reproduced and made two more stuck-up, snobby, obnoxious children. The oldest is Molly Weasley, and she isn't that bad. She's a seventh year this year in Ravenclaw. She's just annoying and full of herself. She's the top of her year, yadda-yadda. She's a mini-Percy. Her little sister Lucy is fittingly in Slytherin. She's evil. Not as bad as Louis in my opinion, but still evil.
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger reproduced some awesome kiddies, I have to admit. Rose Amelia Weasley is right below Freddie in my favorite Weasley list. She is stunning with Ron's red hair. She's perfect too, really. She's absolutely hilarious, smart like her mum without the know-it-all attitude, sarcastic, sweet, and just all around awesome. I really, really like Rosie. I hope she tries out for the Quidditch team 'cos she's good enough to make it, she just doesn't wanna cause of school or something. Lame. She's a fifth year Gryffindor. Her little brother Hugo is pretty awesome as well. He's just like Ron was at that age (fourth year, but for some reason in Hufflepuff but not Gryffindor. I think the Sorting Hat got tired of putting them all in Gryffindor, so just mixed it up some). But yeah, that is my crash course on the Weasley-Potter Clan for you. Moving on now.
With a weak smile towards the woman who just sat staring out the window once again, I hopped in and threw the green powder with a shout of "The Den at Godric's Hollow". Then that nasty swirly feeling took over as I disappeared in green flames and reappeared in the Potter's living room.
This time I fell into a pile of pillows. How thoughtful, those Potter's are. Always knowing how I fall when I get out of the Floo.
Pushing myself back up, I was greeted with James two centimeters away from my face.
"LEXYYYY!" he screeched. Like a female barn owl giving birth to a hippopotamus. He can be such a girl sometimes
"JAMIE!" I squealed. He tackled me, but this time I was already on the ground in pillows. It was a lot more pleasant this time than the many others that preceded it. Ooh, preceded. Such a big fancy word. He let me up after I latched onto him for a hug and we went into the kitchen.
"Gi-Mrs. Potter!" I said happily, bouncing over to the woman who was a mother figure to me. She's the shitt. Coolest parent ever award? I think so!
"Alex!" She answered in my same sing-song voice. Is she mocking me? How rude. We hugged. She's like my mother and the sister I never had in one. It's preeetttty cool, if you ask me. "I made you two your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes with peanutbutter for you Alex and syrup for James!"
"Aw, you're the best, Mummers!" I said. Don't look at me like that…I'm normal I promise.
James didn't even answer, he just shoved food into his mouth. What a freak.
"You're a freak, James. Mrs. Potter, your son is a freak."
"I blame his father's genes," she said knowingly, glancing at her son with disgust.
"Where is Papa P today?"
"Work, as always. He's about to get that promotion to Head of the Auror department, so they're overworking him to make sure he can handle it."
"If he could handle decimating the evilest wizard in history at seventeen, I think he can handle a couple extra papers and people he's in charge of," I blurted. Oops. Darn me, speaking rude about the Ministry.
"That's the Ministry these days now that Kingsley left. Bunch of blithering idiots, other than a few who aren't even in charge."
See, Ginny Potter and I are on the same wavelengths. We are soul sisters.
"Well, dear, I really must finish getting ready for you two's birthday bash. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to catch up! Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, Mrs. Potter!"
Yeah, I just had a ten minute conversation with Ginny without James saying a word. I only ate two pancakes in the time, James had eaten eight. What a fat pig.
"James, you're going to be fat like a pig if you keep eating."
"I'm a glotwhering 'oy," he said, swallowing some more pancakes.
"What was that?" I asked, sniggering at him.
"I said I am a growing boy! I need my food," he nodded his head in agreement with himself.
"That's what they all say. Then they end up fifty billion pounds and can't walk without a machine getting them up out of bed. That'll be you, Potter!" I said, pulling my white blonde hair out of the way and into a ponytail.
"Gift exchange time?" he asked.
I nodded excitedly. "After I put my trunk up in my room!" I said, and we rushed out like four year olds chasing after an ice cream truck. We still do that sometimes, but don't tell his mum. He doesn't really approve of that part so much. Jamesie grabbed my trunk, such a polite lad, and I grabbed my broom and my other bag and we trooped up to the third floor. James' room was the first on the right while mine was the second. We shared a bathroom that was in between our rooms. It had a his' and hers' sink thankfully. James is a pig.
James unceremoniously dropped my trunk right next to the door as I flung my bag onto the bed and carefully stowed my broom on the rack. We bounced over to James' room and I jumped onto his bed, ending up in a comfortable position laying down sprawled across it.
"You first!" he said, shoving a medium sized square box in front of me. I unwrapped it…rather shredded it apart…and found inside it another small box. I opened it and saw the most beautiful ruby red ring on a golden band. Carved into the ruby was a lioness with a fancy A and a small J below, just like how James and I designed in fourth year. We were going to invent rings that acted as two way mirrors and had all of these nifty magical extras to it. Had James seriously pulled it off?
"Did you seriously pull it off?"
"Yep! My dad and I worked on it all summer and Uncle George helped out a lot too. It was pretty tricky, but we got all of the extras a few new ideas they thought of! Dad was so impressed we thought of it. He and Uncle George are going to start working on a new line for the Auror's department similar to it. Isn't that rad?"
"That's so amp! I can't believed you pulled it off. What all does it do?" I exclaimed, admiring the beauty of the ring itself as well before slipping it onto my right ring finger.
"Well, we have the two way mirror. You just have to tap the J two times and my ring will vibrate quietly to let me know. If I can answer, I tap my A twice and a hologram of me and my surroundings will come out of the ring. If I tap it once when I can't answer, you'll get a hologram saying Not Available and a picture of where I am. Then, if one of us is in danger, you tap the lion once and then again holding it down for two seconds. My ring will get extremely cold and a hologram of you will be displayed with your surroundings so I can find out where you are so we can get help and visa-versa. If you say "Kumquat", you'll be portkeyed back to your house and "Prongs" if you want to come here. The portkeys are reusable. It's brilliant if you ever get captured or what not but they haven't bound you yet. Say the word, and the portkey can get you out of there. And because it's unauthorized technically, enchantments won't stop it! Then, of course, nobody can remove it from your hand but you, and those who try get burned extremely terribly and it can adjust sizes to fit you. We're trying to make it be able to construct a shield if you say something or a Disillusionment charm, but we haven't been able to figure it out quite yet. The ring can only hold so many magical properties to it, ya know?" James said all of this quite rapidly. I could barely keep up. He was so excited. Don't get me wrong, I was ecstatic. We'd been dreaming of these since fourth year! But at the same time, I wish we had worked on them together…it was our idea and he did it without me.
Stupid mind. Stop being depressing or what not.
"Jamie! This is brilliant. We can work on the charms while we're at school. Now it's your turn!"
I maybe shoved the box into his hand quite roughly. Good thing nothing is too breakable in there! Hehe. Silly me.
"Open it, now!" I urged, and he complied. Good boy. You get a treat at dinner.
He tore into the box. On top, I had another box where his wand sheath was and below it was our flight tickets to Australia, the season tickets to the Magpies games, and the concert tickets.
He carefully took out the box, resembling one that would be for a necklace, and opened it. The smile of glee made it instantly worth all the galleons I had to use to get his gift.
"This is brill!" he said, subtly thanking me.
"It used to be Godric Gryffindor's sheath. I put some extra charms on it too. Only you can withdraw your wand from it and when it's in there it's immune to all Summoning and Disarming charms. The sheath can't get damaged by any spells or physical damage either, and that applies to your wand as well when it's in there of course!" I explained to him happily, knowing it would excite him more to have Godric Gryffindor's wand sheath. Hell, I'd be excited.
"Merlin, Alex! You shouldn't have gotten me this. It must have cost a fortune," he said worriedly. He knows my fam, or rather my mother and I, aren't exactly the richest folk. Mum's a bit worthless nowadays, refusing to go to work.
"It's no problem, Jamesie. I worked at the beginning of the summer. Now, keep looking in the box!"
I couldn't wait to see his face this time. Especially when he hears the no parental supervision part. Gah. So forking exciting! I'm about to implode. Explode? Same difference.
He grabbed the envelope with the Magpie tickets and badges first. He opened it, and he was of course delighted. The Potter's had honorary box tickets to the Harpies of course, but Jamesie was the only fan of the Magpies so he rarely got to go to their games until now.
His brilliant smiled lit up his face. It made me happy. I like when James is happy. He's my best mate, you know? We feed off of each other's emotions. Without James, I'd prolly be in the loony bin by now.
"How did you manage this? I've been trying to get season tickets all year, and you somehow got box tickets!"
"I have my ways, Mr. Potter. A girl can't divulge all of her secrets. Now, now. There's still more to come. Last year you kicked my presents' arse, so I had to make up for it!"
James rolled his eyes, but didn't argue for once. We had that argument all through last year, and he knew I wasn't going to back down or let him win all of a sudden now. He grabbed the last envelope which held the flight tickets to Aussieland and the concert tickets.
He grabbed the Australia flight tickets first and just looked puzzled.
"Why are we going on a Muggle plane to Australia? What's the point of going to Australia? I mean, other than to see kangaroos and koalas."
Oh how we think alike with our kangaroo and koala love. Do you see why he's my best friend yet? 'Cos you should.
"How bout you look at what else is in the envelope and find out, you bint," I suggested, a smile playing on my lips. He glared at me before grabbing the concert tickets out. He read them, and his eyes widened.
"HOLY SHIT!" he screamed. "All of our favorite bands are playing! That's such a sweet lineup, Alex. And we get to go see kangaroos and koalas! This is fucking awesome. Do my parents know? Duh, James, of course they know. This is overwhelming. Best birthday presents ever, Alex!"
James speaks very fast when he's excited, just sayin'. Ouch. Oh, there's him making it impossible for me to breathe again. Those monster hugs could be deadly, you know. I finally managed to wiggle around so I could breathe properly. "Wanna know the best part?" I asked.
"How in the bloody hell could this get any better?"
"How bout no parental supervision whatsoever?" I suggested, beaming.
"Merlin's left soggy testicle," James exclaimed. Ew James. Never say that again, ever. Terrible nasty thoughts. Ew. "How did you manage to convince my mum and dad of that? Especially when we aren't even of age yet!"
"Good question. I asked, your dad said no way in hell. Your mum said yes. Your mum always wins. Then, I told my mum and she didn't really acknowledge anything and just nodded her head before watching the telly some more. So, we get to go to Australia, alone!"
"Alex, do you realize how extremely amp this is? Do you realize we'll be able to do whatever we want for a week, plus this concert AND the VIP backstage passes? How did you even get those! They don't sell them anymore for security purposes or whatever!"
Oh James, I love you. You're the bestest. Your enthusiasm would make anything worth it.
"Oh, James, I love you. You're the bestest. Your enthusiasm would make anything worth it. Oh, oops. I said that out loud. But you know when we went to the All Time Low concert and I ended up snogging Brian Maddox?" I reminded him. He didn't really like when that happened. He got all protective. It was sweet. And annoying. Brian Maddox is a sex god. I snogged him. Winner? Yes.
"Yeah, unfortunately. Snogging Brian Maddox…in front of me. That's like watching Lillers snog someone. And it was some guy you didn't even know!" Oh, look at how his tone got all angry. Hehe. So protective, that James is.
"Well, we ended up texting a lot this summer and I hung out with him once this summer and he told me about the concert 'cos he knew I liked all them. Then, I asked if he's allowed to reserve tickets or whatever so he let me buy two tickets front row and then because we became friends, he was able to get us VIP backstage passes!" I explained. I decided to leave out the little fact that Brian and I ended up snogging again…and maybe doing a little eetsie bit more? Heh.
Girls have hormones too. Don't judge me. He's a sex god with a voice of the angel and the mad bass skills of a god. I wish he wasn't a Muggle.
"Are you still talking to him a lot?" he asked, an undertone of harshness and warning in his voice. I'd never seen James like this. It was weird and different, and I didn't like it.
"James, be thankful! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have even been able to get tickets. Stop being such a prick. He's my friend, get over it. You've snogged plenty of bimbos in front of me when you were perfectly sober, and I was drunk and it's Brian Maddox. Sex god with a voice of an angel and the mad bass skills of a god," I snapped. It was my birthday too. I wanted to have fun as well. James needs to get that prick out of his arse soon. "Thanks for the ring, I'm going to go find Lilybean," I said shortly before clambering gracefully off his bed and shutting his door behind me.
"Alex, come back," he screamed…but I still barely heard it. I was angry and already halfway down the stairs to the second floor where Al and Liller's rooms were. Jamie got a floor to himself, lucky bint. Except for my room, but I'm only there every summer from August second on and Christmas hols.
Hm. Internal conflict time. To go back or not to go back? Eenie meenie miney moe time? Any takers? Yes? No? Yes. Eenie meenie miney moe it is!
Damned game is rigged. I can't just disobey what 'my mother told me so'. Now I have to go see the prat. With a dramatic huff, yes huff and yes it was dramatic, I spun around and headed back to James room.
"What could you possibly want, Potter?" I asked…in my best Malfoy-esque drawl of course. And that little sneer too.
"Kumquat, don't be like that. I have to see enough of Malfoy at school and whenever we go to see Uncle Bill and Tante Fleur," he pleaded. He better not bring out his puppy dog pout.
"Potter, don't you dare bring out your pu…"
Well, there we go. He dared to give me the puppy dog pout. That should be illegal. I taught him how to properly do that. He shouldn't be able to use it against me!
"Bastard," I curtly said, but even I could feel the tug of a smile coming to my face. He knew as well as I did how I could not resist puppy dog pouts. Especially from him. Of course, he had to come and throw me onto his bed before snuggling into my neck like a dog.
"Oh Alexpoo, you know I love you, yeah?" he asked, his voice muffled from my neck. Oh, that kinda tickled.
"Yeah, yeah, you fat lard. Get off of me, 'kay?"
I shoved him off instead. He was taking too long. He glared. I smiled innocently.
"I just love you! And, yeah, you know. Love. L-o-v-e! Like that annoying song by whatsherface that Jaclyn showed us? Anyways, I just don't like that Brian kid. He just wants to get in your pants, and he's too old for you!"
"Love you too, Jamie. I am capable of taking care of myself, and Brian and I are just friends. Yeah, I snogged him when we were fucked up at that concert. And he is only eighteen! That's only two years difference, no biggie. Plus, at that concert you snogged a lot more people than just one! Some of which were cougars." I flinched at that. Ew. Bad memories, bad. "And others which were a lot younger than you, so shuttup!"
James cringed and shut his eyes. It made him resemble a hamster, if you ask me. It wasn't very attractive to say the least. Oh boys. "Friends who snog each other," he muttered under his breath. I hit him 'cos I can hear him. Go ears! Go fists to the head! Hehe, I may be a bit sadistic at times. But only a bit, so no worries. Heh, of course my phone decides to ring right then too.
You are probably wondering by now why a witch has a phone, yeah? Well, simple reason, my mum hates magic. I think I mentioned that in passing earlier. But yeah, she kinda refuses to deal with the Wizarding world nowadays since two summers ago when bad stuff happened. So now, the only way I can really keep in contact with her is with my phone…which doesn't work at school unless we sneak out, which we have been known to do quite often for some not so legal reasons. Heh. But yeah, there goes the phone. Ringing and playing Damned If I Do Ya Damned If I Don't, an All Time Low song if you didn't know, which just so happens to be the ringtone Brian set for himself this summer.
I tried to quickly silence it. I really did. But well, it was kinda hard not to hear. So James plucked it outta my back pocket, touching my butt (pervert).
"RAPE! Don't touch my bootie, pervert." My scream turned into a mumble as he put his hand over my mouth. I kept trying to reach for my phone, but he had it in the hand that was way too far away for me to reach. Stupid James. I really hope he doesn't look to see who is calling. Oh, nope. Not lucky enough for that to happen. The playful smile turned into a straight line…why did I let Brian change his name in my phone to Sexy Brian My Bestest Friend Who I Wanna Fuck 3?
I am officially the biggest bint in the world.
He answered the phone too. Damn you, Fate!
I could hear Brian say 'Hey, loveydove, wassup? Is your birthday as sexy as you are?' and James snarled, "This is Alex's father. She will unfortunately no longer be able to talk to you ever again. If you try to contact her, I will find out about it and I will hunt you down and hurt you."
Low blow, James. Pretending to be Dad…besides, Brian already knows my dad is not…with us anymore. I bit James' finger hard and he yelped, dropping the phone and releasing me. James got up and left the room angrily. I could hear the pounds his feet made as he stomped down the steps and out the door before it slammed loudly.
I could faintly hear Brian answer 'I know Alex's dad is dead though?'. You could tell just from his tone how confused he was. With a sigh, I picked up the phone.
"Hey Brian, sorry, that was James. He was with me when we met if you remember him," I answered glumly. I hated when James was mad at me, even if he was getting angry over nothing. We joke around all the time about sex and stuff, it honestly is not a big deal. Or it didn't used to be…
"Hey, are you okay? You sound sad," he asked, concerned. See, he doesn't just wanna get in my pants. He does care about me. We're friends who occasionally snog, but it's just snogging! I swear.
"James and I are fighting. He thinks you just wanna get in my pants 'cos when we met I snogged you or whatever. Then I'm mad at him 'cos he just pretended to be Dad," I mumbled. I was almost in tears over James, for Pete's sake. Well not like it's about him…more like Dad.
"Hey, now. Don't let that fucker get you upset. He's obviously not worth it if he's gonna fucking pretend to be your dad. Yeah, if we weren't good friends and you hadn't told me about him, then it would have worked, but he knows how much that would hurt you just bringing it up. I don't think he'd be too happy if you ever did that too him. You have every reason to be mad at him and he has no reason to be mad at you," he concluded. "Especially on my baby girl's sweet sixteen," he added. I could hear how much he was trying to cheer me up.
Brian, who I've barely known for four months, is acting like a better friend than fucking James. Not only is he successfully cheering me up, he is right. It's my damned birthday and my best friend is making me cry. Fuck it. "You know what, you're right. Just 'cos it's his birthday doesn't mean he gets to be a prat. 'Cos guess what, it's my fucking birthday too!"
"That's the spirit! It is your birthday, and guess what?" he asked excitedly. Ooh, this is a good sign. This sounds like fun.
"What?"
"I'm in England!" he exclaimed. Fuck yes, he's in England. God, I wish he wasn't a muggle. Then I'd be able to invite him to the party, but there's for sure going to be magic going down there...damn.
"Really, why?" Well, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth.
"Cause I knew it was your birthday, silly! When can I see you?"
This is why I madly love Brian Maddox. He flies across a fucking ocean to come see me cause it's my birthday.
"Well, I'm at James' house for his birthday party later," I said regretfully. Think fast, Alex! Figure it out figure it out. Okay, I could go to our party which starts at eight. Sneak out around midnight and go meet Brian and sneak back before the party ends. And if anybody notices, I can say I had to go back to the house for a bit 'cos I wasn't feeling well. Yeah, that'll work. "But, I can sneak out and sneak back before it's over! Where are you staying?"
"Sweet! I'll meet you in London or is that too far away? By the stadium where we met?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah, that's only a short train ride away," I made up on the spot. Of course, I'd be using magic to get there either flying or Floo, but he cna't know that. "I'll meet you there around midnight? Sorry it'll be so late, but I have to go to James' party even though he's being a prick. You understand, yeah?"
God, I hope he can do that. It's a bit unreasonable, but hell if you fly across an ocean, what's an extra hour or two?
"Course I do, love. Midnight it is. We can go to a club or something, it'll be fun. Do you have a fake ID or do I need to find you one?"
Winner! Brian is a god. A sex god with a voice of an angel. A god who wants to go clubbing. Which of course means hook up. Same thing. Am I okay with that? FUCK YES! Hm, fake ID. Muggle thing. Oh yes, I would need one of those.
"Yeah, if you could that'd be awesome," I said thoughtfully. But I was so excited. If you could hear me, you could tell. "But yeah, you're super, and I'm super amped to see you, boy-o. It's been way too long. I gotta go, my phone's about to die and I need to get James to chill the fuck out, but I'll see you then."
"Yeah, definitely. See you then, babe," he murmured. I smiled to myself. Was I beginning to like like Brian? I kinda doubt it, but he is quite attractive, a great singer to my favorite band, and becoming one of my best friends. Don't forget he's great at snogging.
"Bye." Well, today should be the shit, I concluded. As long as James quits being a little piece of shit.
With a sigh, I pocketed my phone (making sure to turn it on vibrate so another fiasco like that won't happen again) and clambered off the comfy bed to go find the prick aka James. Hm, where would Jamiepoo most likely be if he went downstairs?
The Quidditch Pitch. Definitely the Quidditch Pitch. But he left his broom in his room, ha. Stupid bint. I walked into my room to grab my broom, opened the large windows, and simply flew out heading towards their pitch. I lazily did some barrel rolls, just to get the feeling of flying again.
James and I were both on the Quidditch team. James the best bet of being this year's captain. We're both Chasers as well. Quidditch tryouts in second year was how we met and became best friends actually. We were exactly alike. Super competitive, silly, loyal, and pretty damned fearless and reckless. We both cause trouble, however James is usually the only one who gets caught, and we both are quite fond of those things that are technically illegal. You know, drinking, some drugs (nothing major or addictive), and other such things. It's all in good fun though. James and I both need to escape reality sometimes. James from his family fame and the high expectations he needs to live up to, and my own issues stemmed from the death of my father. And well, partying is our way of doing that. Plus, we are teenagers. It is to be expected.
Before I knew it, I was at the pitch. I could see James, looking doll-sized because of the height I had acquired, in the middle of the field lying on his stomach looking at the grass beside him. I pulled into a dive, heading straight down at almost a ninety degree angle, and pulled up last minute, barely five feet from the ground. I jumped off haphazardly and landed with a soft thump.
Don't worry, guys (I knew you were). First Quidditch practice back in second year that Cap'n Brianis Wood taught us was to fall correctly without injury. It was the one thing I actually paid attention to that year from her. She was a fucking prat. James, Freddy (his older cousin), and I flew so well together that we didn't need to listen to her too much.
Well, that's a lie. They paid attention and I just learned from them. I can't pay attention to blabbering, I have to do it myself and Freddy taught James and I everything.
You know what's devastating?
How Freddy won't be with us anymore. He graduated last May. Insert audible sigh here.
Sigh.
Ooh, James is looking at me now. Hi James!
"Hi James!"
He just kinda glared at me. What a negative nancy. It's not like I did anything. What a prick.
Staring match shall commence. I'm the bomb (like tick tick) at these.
Ha! You lose, James. You blinked and looked away. Fail. F-a-i-l.
"I win," I commented. He turned away. I poked him.
"Stop being a little fuck, I didn't do shit to you. I came out here anyway even though you should be the one apologizing," I scolded.
He grunted in response. How barbaric. I sat in silence, trying not to get angry again. Honestly, he was being so immature. I am supposed to be the immature one for Merlin's sake. I became faintly aware of the grass tickling my back. I lazily pulled my shirt down to cease the itchy sensation.
"If you want me to apologize, it's not going to happen. I have nothing to be sorry for, but I do have every right to be angry at you. You didn't even deserve for me to come out here looking for you," I stated calmly.
Woah, good job self! Way to keep the anger on the down low. I'm so proud of me. I was calm (which is a rarity, no matter what situation or circumstance) and I stated what I needed to say. This may be a first, maybe. It is definitely debatable.
The deafening silence chose what to do next.
"Alright, goodbye, James. If this is how you are going to be, you are not worth being around. I never knew you were such a prick. You need to get your head out of your arse and get the fuck over yourself," I stated. I stood up, leaving him to stare out at the base of the goals. He didn't even acknowledge me.
Me, his best fucking friend. The one who has saved his arse so many fucking times, he would have been failing, expelled from Hogwarts, or dead by now. The one who has always been there for him no matter what. The one who started talking to him and becoming his friend because he was James, not Harry Potter's son. The only one in the entire world who understands him and loves him for who he is.
What. The. Fuck.
I grabbed my broom and hopped on, zooming off in hurt and anger. I didn't feel the tears drip down my face before they fell and were left behind as I dangerously took the racing broom to the maximum speed. I didn't even get to the height to be above the trees, preferring to dodge between the branches. I didn't manage to hurt myself too bad, but I inevitably got cuts and scratches all over myself.
It was a blur as I rushed upstairs and went into the room, blindly throwing the few things I had unpacked back into the trunk messily and grabbing my stuff. I could hear Albus asking where I was going but it was a faint murmur. A small buzzing in the background to be ignored.
I grabbed some green powder from the vase next to the fireplace and stepped in, screaming "The Leaky Cauldron". The flames engulfed me and the dizzying feeling enveloped my senses before I was deposited at the pub. I surprisingly was able to step out without falling, and instead of being super excited like I usually would have been, I didn't even realize the feat.
I went over to Tom and pleaded for him to shrink my trunk and broom to fit into my tote bag and he agreed with a desperate look. I walked out without thinking, heading towards Regent's Park in downtown London. My mum and dad used to take me there when I was a kid to play at the many different parks and go to the zoo. I used to love climbing up the big hill and rolling the whole way down. It was a fair distance away but the grief and anger gave me energy to walk the blocks without breaking a sweat.
As I passed King's Cross nearing the park, I thought to call Brian. Knowing my voice would be distressed, I opted to text him.
'hey love, im downtown. ditched james. ill be at regent's park if you can come at the chester gate restaurant, cow something or another'
I hit send and made my way to the Chester Gate. Just being there flooded back to the memories with dad. A regretful smile spread across my lips as I reminisced on the good ole times.
My phone vibrated against my leg as I walked through the garden on the way to the little ice cream place I remember going to every time we came to the park. I pulled it out and smiled as I saw 'Sexy Brian My Bestest Friend Who I Wanna Fuck 3' pop up. I clicked the open button and read quickly, 'ya ill b there in 15-20 min. R u ok? Y did u leave james house?'
I smiled to myself at his concern. Realizing I must look like a wreck with the cuts from the perilous flight through the trees and crying, I dug through my tote that had been enlarged and concealed to find my makeup bag. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, wishing I was of age and could use magic. I had to scrub off the mascara stains on my cheeks and the blood across my arms and face. However, with the use of some concealer and foundation with a fresh application of mascara and eyeliner, I looked acceptable. Not the best, but good enough.
I walked back out from the loo and saw Brian looking around for me. I smiled to myself, a silent congratulations to remember to clean up to save anyone the pain from having to deal with the mascara and blood stained face I had previously sported. Go Alex. You are a winner…even if you can't keep your best friend.
Brian looked smoking hot. He had my favorite dark wash skinny jeans on with a loose guys tank top in a pretty teal color that matched his eyes. And he had on his sunglasses that I loved, you know them right? The Wayfarer-looking ones but with the dark blue mirror lenses and black frames? His hair was all swishy and pretty. It looked good. He looked good.
"Lexis!" he said loudly, a bright grin lighting up his face and making butterflies erupt in my stomach. How odd. Is this what it feels like to actually like someone?
Don't think I'm a prude. I've gone through my fair share of guys, but it's not ever been a relationship type of deal. A couple dates, some snogging and other such things, but no real serious relationships. Boys tend to bore me after a while, so I've just figured it's best for both of us if I stay out of commitments.
"Brian, you lookin' hot, boy-o!" I said as he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug before picking me up and swinging me around. I laughed carelessly, enjoying just having fun, especially since the day had been so horrible.
He put me back on my feet and still had his arms on my shoulders. He looked seriously into my eyes, searching for something. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, looking for any lies I could tell.
"I'm a lot better now," I said honestly.
"Why did you leave James?"
"He was being a prick still," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. He didn't need to know all the details about that. "But it's all good!"
He looked doubtfully at me but sighed in defeat. What a good boy he is. That…or he knows me really well and knows I'll end up telling him anyway. Probably the latter. Oh well, he still pretends. That's more than James is doing.
"If you say so. Let's go on a walk, it's so pretty outside," he suggested and I nodded in consent. "So, what did you and James fight about?" he pressed on after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Not the awkward kind, but the kind where you know each other so well you don't need to speak to have conversations.
"Uhm, well…you, basically," I admitted. "He doesn't like the circumstances that we met on, you know? Like how I was smashed and snogged you, and you snogged me back and then we became friends. And how you're a couple years older than me. But it's not fair cause if you hadn't snogged me back, he would've beaten your arse for being rude or not thinking I'm not good enough for you or some shit."
"Lex, you shouldn't fight with your best friend over me. You've been friends with him your whole life, yeah? You don't wanna ruin a friendship like that over someone else, especially me," he responded quietly. Wow. Selfless guy numero uno right a-here. He deserves an award.
"You're being a better friend than he is. He's just pissed because I don't have to rely on him as much anymore, it's like he wants me to be completely helpless without him," I mumbled. I felt kind of awkward, defending Brian to himself and pretty much trashing my best mate. But doesn't he see he's just as good as James, if not better?
"James is just protective over you. I'm sure he just wants the best for you," he answered confidently.
"Yeah, well, whatever. Let's not talk about him," I concluded. "How was the show last night with All Time Low and Forever the Sickest Kids?"
"It was alright. Alex was in a bad mood 'cos his girlfriend broke up with him, so he was being a bitch to everyone. The crowd was really excited to see my band though which is cool 'cos you know we've just started out. We sold a lotta merch which is a good sign," he answered enthusiastically. I loved when he talked about his music. His band, Stereo Skyline, was super new, but they were really good. I had no doubt they would make it big eventually.
"Yeah, that's great! I'm sure you will make it big one day. You're just starting out, but you guys are really good and the indie, power-pop music that we both like is getting more and more popular too!"
"Yeah, things are looking good," he answered, a silly grin on his face. We meandered through the garden, slowly heading towards the direction of the zoo and the giant hill I used to roll down as a kid. Then Brian grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together. I felt my face burn and could see the red stain across my cheeks out of the corner of my eye.
Hell, I've snogged the guy and he's felt me up, but I blush when he holds my hand. I am a backwards girl.
Luckily, he didn't notice my blush. NOT! He laughed at me, but squeezed my hand in reassurance. His hand was massive though, nearly twice the size of my hand. And I had pretty big hands for a girl, which is necessary for being a successful Chaser.
We were at the main circle of the park and wandering in the general direction of the hill, disregarding the paths in choice of making our own. He stopped as we came to a secluded bench in a grove of trees. No one was around, and it was like a new world. I sighed, but it was a good sigh. A happy sigh.
Everything was going dandy, easy chitter-chatter passing back and forth between us. Laughing freely, not a care in the world, we just got along easily together.
And then that bloody ring had to vibrate loud enough for him to notice. I pretended it was my phone and slyly tapped my ring once on the J and grabbed my phone out and pressing a button, making sure Brian couldn't see the screen.
"Who was that from?" he asked.
"James," I responded with a shrug. If only he knew how we were wizards. Maybe I should tell him…
"What did he say?" Brian pressed on.
"Dunno, didn't read it," I responded truthfully. Then that ring had to vibrate again. I slammed my finger on the J again and hastily said, "Hey, I'm going to run to the loo real fast. I'll be right back."
"Alright, Lexis," he responded a bit slowly, looking at me as if I was mental. I only let him call me that. I really don't like that name, but when he says it, it sounds so much better than usual.
Well, I may be. Hm, future St. Mungo's case right here? I'm a-thinking so.
I stood up and walked through the trees in the general direction of the loo as the ring vibrated again. With a sigh, I tapped the J twice and his face popped up.
"Alex, I'm so so so so so sorry. I was being a prick and full of my self and selfish. You were right. I shouldn't have pretended to be your dad or have yelled at Brian. It's not any of my business. You can take care of yourself probably better than I could ever take care of you. I'm really, really sorry, Lexy. Please just come back, I miss you," he pleaded.
I wanted to stay mad at him, I really did. But he's James. And James doesn't do apologies, just like Alex doesn't do apologies. We both knew this well, and it was that that made me forgive him. That James willingly apologized.
"It's alright, James," I whispered, forgiving him despite how much I didn't want to. "I'll be back in a while. I'm with some friends downtown in London."
"With Brian, you mean," he corrected, but without the hostility from earlier. I could still tell from his expression he wasn't happy, but he was trying and that's a big improvement from earlier.
"Yeah. I'll be back later. Please stop trying to use the two-way mirror though. He can hear it so I keep having to cover it up by saying it's my phone."
"Alright, bye Alex. I love you," he stated. I could hear the sincerity and truth in it and my heart warmed up just a bitsie too it.
"Love you too, Jamesie," I answered before ending the call. I stood there for a minute or so just thinking about James. I sighed and walked back through the trees to Brian, forcing a smile on my face. I was still upset about the dealio with James, I have to admit. He saw through that and stood up, walking towards me purposefully.
He gripped my face in his hands and kissed me. It wasn't like our other kisses previously at the concert and when we hung out earlier this summer. The concert kiss was drunken and sloppy. Earlier this summer it was desperate and well, horny I guess is the best way to describe it. But this, this was sweet and slow, but fiery and passionate. I felt my arms wander up to rest around his neck.
"I'm sorry," he said, pulling back out of the kiss. "I just had some uncontrollable urge to kiss you," he said cheekily, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Well, that is just not acceptable at all, Mr. Maddox," I sneered before smiling genuinely and pulling him back so I was pressed quite tightly up next to him. The height difference was a bit comical as he was quite tall, standing near six foot two (1.88 meters), while I was a bit of a shorty, only five foot five (1.65 meters). He had to look down at me as I looked up. I went onto my tippy-toes and pulled his head down to meet mine. His hands rested on my hips and slowly slipped under my shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they slid up and down my back.
I finally pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, gasping for breath. His mouth moved from my lips down to my neck, sucking sweetly, leaving his mark on me. I shivered at the sensation, enjoying it maybe just a bit too much. He smiled into my neck, I could feel it. I knew he could tell how much he was affecting me.
What a bully.
When he knew he had left a noticeable hickey on my neck, he moved back to my lips. I won't bore you with the details, but it was quite a heated snogging session for the next oh, twenty or so minutes.
His phone started ringing as his tongue was exploring my mouth and he pulled back, his lips gliding over to my ear and whispering, "That's Kevin. I gotta answer it."
I nodded and he took a step back, grabbing his phone and answering it. "Sup?"
I could hear Kevin talking, but it was too muffled for me to hear what he was saying. Brian just nodded his head along, listening to him. "Alright, I'll be there in like twenty minutes," he agreed before slamming the phone shut and putting it back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry, love. Kevin, Rob, and Clayton decided to come on over to London as well 'cos the tour's over and they wanted to celebrate. I have to go pick them up from the airport."
Damn you, Kevin, Rob, and Clayton. I smiled in acceptance though. Brian was a good friend and would go do that for them. "It's okay, I understand. I'll still see you tonight though, right?" I asked, trying to keep the pleading out of my voice and the hope it represented.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said with a smile. He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine lightly, and I immediately tried to deepen the kiss but he pulled back, laughing. "I really gotta go, Lexis. I'll see you tonight."
"Fine then," I said, sticking out my tongue. "I guess I can wait until then, it'll be really hard though. You'll have to make it up to me tonight." I winked at him slyly and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together, as we made our way back towards the gate.
"Well, this is my subway station," he said, coming to a stop by the stairs. He pulled me to him and kissed me softly, a tingly sensation staying on my lips even after he had pulled away. "Bye, Alexis Oralia Quam," he whispered in my ear before walking down.
I was left speechless, my stomach a googly, squirmy mess. Alex doesn't do speechless. This is an unusual sensation.
I managed to walk to an alley and croak 'Prongs' to the ring and I felt the pull on my navel as the ring glowed blue.