A/N: I'm sooooooooooo sorry! All will be explained at the end, but here you are without further adieu!
Summary: Who is James Sirius Potter? Well I really wish that was a necessary question to ask. Everyone knows who he is, and he knows that all too well. I just wish I could have kept my bloody feet on the floor, because Merlin knows I didn't want to fall for him.
Disclaimer: Really, if I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing this for free?
Almost Romantic by Spring Turkey
The first week of school was a blur. All of us Seventh Years received so much work to do that no one had time to heckle me - not even Christopher. I'll admit I was terrified to walk into our common room that first day of school, but he was either too exhausted or too nervous about school to say anything to me. I, however, should have known that week was too good to last.
"Wood, you really are pathetic," Christopher said, the first Friday of the term. I was sitting in our common room reading Pride & Prejudice for the seventh time. I didn't even look up at him. When we were dating, he would say similar things, though in a much more joking manner. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you don't have plans for a Friday night. Anyways, try and clear out before eleve, yeah? Might have company when I come back." I could practically hear him wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, but I didn't take the bait. He left with a huge sigh.
It wasn't ten minutes later when someone (not that I didn't have a strong suspicion who) began banging on the door.
"Blimey, hold your pants!" I shouted, getting up to let them in. Jane was looking rather ruffled and excited. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Jane." She rolled her eyes and shoved past me.
"Eliza, you're not spending the first free night of the year in your room reading some Jane Austen book," said Jane, hands on hips. "There are five parties going on right now, and three of them are guaranteed to be Sullivan-free."
"Jane, I'm Head Girl. If that party got busted, it wouldn't look very good, like I couldn't wait two weeks toget drunk off my arse." Even though I was saying that, it wasn't the real reason I didn't want to. Amidst the blurriness of my first week, I definitely caught James and his new fling, Rae Davies, being glued to each other.
"I don't care. I will hex you and drag you somewhere if I have to. I can't stand you toturing youself, now go get dressed." It wasn't a question, and I knew that look in her eyes. She was not lying.
"I'll go, but I'm not having any fun," I called to her out of my room. My previous plan to spend the evening where I was resulted in me wearing my pyjamas, which were inappropriate party attire. "Where are we going, by the way?" I asked as we were making a speedy exit from the Head's common room.
"Slytherin. I figured it would be Sullivan and James free, and Al and Rose will be there." Jane had taken up the habit sometime in the last year of grabbing my arm when we were walking places, as if she expected me to run. I probably would have, actually.
"Jane! You got Elizabeth out of her room!" Rose greeted us. I smiled at her, still slightly shaken up by the surly Slytherin who was letting people in - he'd given me a pretty dirty look.
"Yes, but she's assured me she won't be having any fun," Jane said. Rose laughed.
"I'll just go sit over there," I said loudly. Both girls shook their heads as I walked away.
As I settled myself into one of the green, velvet chairs, I couldn't help but notice how much nicer the Slytherin common room was than Gryffindor's. Everything was green velvet or black leather, but it didn't seem quite as cosy. I took my attention off of the decor and started to observe the party going on around me. Jane and Rose were dancing not far from me, and Rose was glancing over at Scorpius Malfoy every five seconds. I'd always figured as much. Jane, on the other hand, had most guys glancing at her. I guess I didn't blame them. The downside of being her friend was that she was gorgeous, so I got used to being ignored. Her wavy blonde hair and slim frame made her irresistable to the opposite sex.
"Are you going to sit there all night?" Al asked me about half an hour later. He was grinning and holding two drinks, one of which he shoved my way.
"I told Jane I wasn't going to have any fun," I replied simply, cautiously taking a sip of my drink. my"Ew, Al, what is this?"
"Not sure, a bit of everything I think. But come on and dance, Jane won't know if you have any fun, she's gone off with Elliot something-or-other and I doubt they'll be returning any time soon." I looked at my watch (it was 10:30) and back up the the Other Potter. I sighed, which he took for a yes because he yanked me up of the chair. I downed the rest of my drink in one sip and followed him into the mass of sweaty bodies.
Whatever was in my drink began to kick in not long after, and I vaguely recalled doing a few shots of Firewhiskey. Al, who was still me loyal companion, was drunker than I was, and my the time a slow song came on two hours later, we were leaning on each other just to stay standing. Don't question how I even remembered anything.
"Al?"
"Yes?"
"You have pretty irises," I said, followed by a fit of giggles.
"You have pretty hair," he replied.
"You have pretty skin."
"You have pretty lips," he whispered in my ear. I looked up at him to say something again, but he pressed his lips against mine. I don't know what I was thinking - I guess I wasn't - when I started kissing him back. I realized how lucky we were most of the party had cleared out, and hoped that everyone left was too drunk to remember this. But those were all morning after thoughts. My useless mind was too busy being concerned with Al and his hands roaming over my body. Sure, he was two years younger than me, but he was taller, and rather fit from all of his Quidditch.
I settled my hands in his hair as he guided me over to the chair I had been sitting on what seemed like days before. I could feel a small amount of his weight on top of me as I leaned back on the chair. If I had enough space in my clouded brain for sense, I would have pushed him off, but I didn't. It wasn't until flashes of Christopher on top of me entered my thoughts that I really registered what was happening.
"Al," I whispered in a moment we were both taking a breath. His eyes flicked up to mine, but one of his hands remained under my shirt. "I think," I started. But I couldn't remember what I thought because Rose Weasley was across the room staring at me with her mouth open. "Rose!" I yelled, momentarily regaining my sanity. Unfortunately, her burst of speed in exitin the common room made me pretty sure she would remember what she saw.
"Shit," said Al, pushing himself off my and sitting against the closest wall. He wasn't looking at me, and I took that as my cue to exit.
On my way back to my common room, I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I told Jane I didn't want to go to a party. I told Rose I didn't want to have any fun. I definitely did both. Boy did I have skills when it came to messing up my life.
A/N: Alright, first of all, I'm SOOO sorry about the late update. My computer is dead and I was too depressed to find another one to use. But here I am! I'll be updating Being Georgiana at some point too...
And thanks to my reviewers for chapter two Taffyrose, dork-with-glasses, MyLifeIsAverage, babiixilyx3, LegoLassss and fish.
ALSO, in the story, in case you think anything is moving too fast, it is all TOTALLY part of the plannnn!! And it is still a James/Elizabeth fic for certain!!
Love you all!