A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed on the first chapter. This chapter is a little sad in my opinion but I liked writing it. Enjoy!
They had won the world cup. James Potter was eighteen and he, and his team, had won the cup! That was a cause for celebration, right? What better excuse did he have to get drunk with his friends and team mates than winning the world cup?
Charlotte getting engaged, that's what. He had seen her at the game. She was holding hands with some guy and she had a ring on the ring finger of her left hand! The giant diamond a top the ring shinned so bright that it was all he could see. And if just seeing her wasn't enough the guy she was with actually came up and talked to him and two of his team mates, apparently they had a boy with them-the guy's nephew-but James didn't see him, he only had eyes for Charlotte and her blinding ring. The same girl who he hadn't seen since the last train ride on the Hogwarts express, the same girl whom he had magicked a group of first years to sing a love ballad to in fifth year, the same girl who he still thought of fondly and wondered if she ever thought about him. It was hard to believe that that girl was the same girl who was now standing in front of him with a rock on her finger and who wouldn't meet his eye. It hit James harder than it should for someone who had never even dated her.
"You're married," he stated, his voice sounding monotone and dead to his own ears. Everyone-the guy, the kid, and James's team mates-stopped talking to look at him and Charlotte but James didn't notice this either.
"Not yet, but I will be in three months," she stated, her voice showed no emotion and she still wouldn't look at him.
"You know James Potter?" the kid asked Charlotte in disbelief.
Charlotte finally looked at James when she answered. "We went to school together," was what she said but James knew what message she was trying to convey with her eyes, 'that's all we did together so don't make a big deal about this,' they clearly stated.
"Would you mind giving Justin your autograph?" the guy asked, indicating the kid. "You're his favorite player."
"Sure thing," he said mechanically signing the piece of paper the kid shoved in his face. "Here you go Justin." The kid beamed as though James had given him ten thousand galleons.
"We should go," Charlotte told the guy and the kid. She walked off with a quick, "Bye James."
"Congratulations Charlotte!" he yelled at her back, but he knew it sounded fake.
In his opinion that was a great reason to get drunk. He knew that in a few weeks he would be happy that she was happy, but right now he couldn't decide whether to be angry at her for not telling him, self-hating for ever thinking that she would give him a second thought, or depressed that the only girl he had ever loved was marrying someone else.
So when his team mates asked him if he wanted to go celebrate he said yes. The way he saw it, after a few drinks his mind would just pick an emotion and he would go with it.
Whether by luck or by chance he spotted an Irish girl across the bar; she had dark red hair and was about the same build as Charlotte. He kept his eye on her and after a few more drinks she resembled Charlotte more and more. He asked her to dance, she accepted. If Charlotte had only accepted him once she might be engaged to him right now. He didn't know what glass of Firewhiskey he was on when he suggested that they leave. Once again she accepted and they Apparated to his hotel room, both giggling uncontrollably.
She immediately made herself comfortable on his bed, her skirt falling past her waist. James was too drunk to dwell on the fact that he'd never actually done this before. He had come close once at Hogwarts but he didn't remember that well, which was probably a result of the concussion he'd received from hitting his head on a low shelf, which was the reason why he'd only come close to having sex.
She was beckoning to him with her index finger, her red hair falling into her eyes. It was one night, no strings, no commitments, and no memories in the morning. Just one night with a Charlotte look-a-like who did not reject him because he was James Sirius Potter.
A/N: I didn't give Charlotte's fiance a name because James wouldn't care enough to know, or want to for that matter. Plus he isn't a major character.
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