Chapter 5: Interupptions

¡Hola! Thanks for sticking with the story! I wrote this and then added parts so sorry if it seems a bit choppy! Shoutout to JK Rowling for the best series ever and without it, this wouldn't even exist! XOXO

The moment our lips touched, more like smashed together, there was no stopping us. James had lifted me into the air and as my legs wrapped around his waist my hands tangled in his hair.

He was exploring my mouth with his tongue and not holding anything back. It was a furious kiss, looking, grabbing, searching for something it would never find.

My back hit the door into my office with a bump and I could tell James could hold me here for hours. His strong, toned arms, buckled knees ready to catch me if I ever fell.

But, wait, I was still mad at him. There I am accusing him of thinking of me as a harlot, yet I'm letting him be all over me. I stop and push his shoulders back.

"This is exactly what you want! I yell. His eyes are searching for the answers in my face.

"What?" He asks as his chest is heaving. Our big make out session had us gasping for air.

He slowly dropped my legs so I could slide down him to the floor. His large hands spending extra time on my ass as he let me down.

My feet hit the floor as I jabbed my finger to his chest. "Here you are treating me as the slag you think I am! I won't stand for it!" I scream at him. I shove him to the side as I make my way towards my desk, but he grabs my arm roughly and twirls me around.

"Evans, I don't think you're a bloody whore!" He yelled growing frustrated with me.

"I never said I was a whore, you bastard! I specifically said harlot and slag!" I said lowering my voice and not once blinking.

His face hardened. Now he was really mad.

"Just cut out all the bullshit, Evans! What do you want from me? Are you still pissed about the Marlene thing or something?" He shouts.

I scoff. "No! Of course not! She has nothing to do with this! I'm just saying how offensive it is to think I'm a piece of ass to the team. Are you also insinuating that's how I got this job?!" I yell.

"No! Are you serious?" Just as the last part least his lips, Sirius Black popped in my office.

"No I am!" Black screams. He's come out of no where.

"Hello, love!" He greets as he kisses my cheek. Potter growls.

"What the fuck, mate? Padfoot how did you-?"

"Charmed you, Prongs. Anytime you say that phrase, I will grace your presence. Quite a gift, right?" He asks cheerily.

"No! That's bloody mad!" Potter yells angrier than before. His arm veins are pulsing and he looks hot as hell. "No Lily!" I tell myself.

"No need to shout, dear. Need some tea?" Black asks. His slick black hair is majestic as he flips his head over to Potter.

"Out now. I will call security." Potter orders. He wasn't kidding.

"Fine. Sheesh! Didn't mean to interrupt the fuck fest. Get back to it, kids! Bow chicka bow wow." He says happily as he apparates out.

"What a bloke. So bonkers." I say to Potter after a moment.

"Oh, no no no no. He knows. He knows we kissed." Potter says as he paces the floor.

"So? We can handle a bit of Sirius." I say simply. I wasn't too worried about Black. Annoying as hell, but harmless.

"You don't understand, Evans. If Sirius knows then Remus and Rachel know,"

I look at him confused for a moment.

"Rachel is his girlfriend. Remus will tell Peter and Rachel will tell all her friends and then it just spreads and spreads!"

"It's not the end of the world if people know we kissed. Why do you care so much?" I ask beginning to become offended.

"It's not that!" Potter yells looking frightened.

"Then what is it? Because during seventh year it was because you were too damn embarrassed to be seen with me!" I remind him.

"You know that's not true! We both wanted to keep it a secret!" He shouts back.

"You're a right prick you know that? Guess what, Potter? I'm not a mess anymore for you to put back together! And you're not the guy who kissed it and made it better!"

"I know that! And for your information I didn't want to put you back together!" He yells.

"Gee thanks," I say as I roll my eyes.

"No! Ugh, you're so infuriating!"

"Well you're not much better!"

"Fuck, Lily!" What? Lily?

He twisted to pace back and forth from the door back to me. His hands grabbing at his hair and wringing his wrists.

"What the bloody hell is this?! I mean we hadn't seen each other since basically the time we hooked in seventh year and now after two bloody years of silence, we're back at it?! Awkward friendship with hooking up on the side? Tell me what this is!" He shouts. I can see the panic in his eyes.

"I don't know!" I yell. "I'm just so bloody mad at you and I don't even know why! I have this pent up anger that's been dormant since I saw you! All I've wanted to do was talk to you for two years! I don't tell anyone anything anymore and it eats me alive when I see you! To know that I- I," I pause.

"That you what, Evans?" He asks at a calm tone, begging me to answer. His eyes pleading with mine. He wants me to say that I've always been in love with him. Like he was with me in fourth year.

"That I really missed us being together. I missed us hanging out and being friends." His face fell and then he gave me the weakest fake smirk ever.

"Ya, me too. We were good friends, Evans. You were everything I needed seventh year." His small smile was sad, like he missed me, too.

"Petunia got married." I blurt out. I just stare at him and he stares back. Neither of us blink.

"She did?" He asks amazed. "To who? How did he get through the ceremony?"

I cock my head confused.

"I mean to be blind and deaf! It must've been hard! Poor bloke. Didn't even know what he was getting into."

I smile brightly. Then I'm doubling over in laughter. I get over my fit and half-heartily say, "Well I wouldn't know. I wasn't invited."

His face got serious and fell.

"Wow, I'm really sorry, Evans."

"Don't be. It was for the best, probably." I sit on top of my desk and Potter walks over to stand in front of me.

"Well with everything coming out," he pauses and takes a breath, "I sold the house, well estate actually."

"What?!" I screech. The door swings open and it's Ed. He looks worried as he yanked open the door.

"What's going on?!" He asks looking for danger.

"Oh sorry, Ed. Just got a bit surprised for a moment." Ed looks at us carefully. My dress is shimmied farther up my thighs, hair a mess. Lipstick probably smeared. Potter's shirt is unbuttoned a bit and his hair is the same, obviously.

"Okay. As long as your okay." He says slowly looking at me.

"Beat it, white knight!" Potter yells playfully.

Ed looks disgusted and murmurs as he shuts the door behind him, "Go to hell."

"He doesn't like me much." Potter tells me.

"Does anyone?" I ask cheekily.

"I always have Remus." He shrugs.

"Mhm. If he was smart, which he is, he would've left." We just take a minute and look at each other. His eyes trail across my face and down my body, taking just a bit longer around my chest.

"Back to you selling your childhood home. What the hell?! Your mum would kill you!" I yell. I stand up to poke him in the chest. When I say "mum" he winces just barely.

"She loved that house! All the old house elves are buried there! Oh my God," I pause and look down horrified, "What happened to Frannie?"

His face falls and he looks scared.

"Well, uh, you know that, um." I grab his head in my hands and look at him darkly.

"Where. Is. Frannie?" The longer he takes to answer the harder I squeeze his thick head.

"She's with a family in Berlin." He finally shoots out quickly. Potter looks ashamed.

"How dare you?! She loved you so much! She was there for you your whole life! You could've at at least kept her instead of selling her off!" I shout.

"Evans, she told me to send her away! She said I need to grow up alone! I visit her all the time, I promise." I sit back on the desk.

"You better not be lying, Potter. I will find out."

"Trust me, I know." He starts to look sheepishly at me and turns his eyes to the floor.

"So what is this?" He asks quietly.

My heart leaps. Honestly I don't know. I just like Potter enough to keep around, but I had never had a, a boyfriend. I cringe.

"I don't know. I do know that I want to talk to you all the time. And be with you all the time. And I hate Sylvia from the bakery now." Bitch. "And I know that I haven't felt this happy since the worst year of my life." Ironic.

I just spit it all out. I don't have time to dance around the details.

"Evans, I've been thinking the same thing, but," he pauses. "It's against United policy to be in relationships with other workers." He says sadly.

Oh. Ya I forgot we were even working together. My heart sinks.

"Oh right. Er, well then we can be friends." James starts to walk a bit closer to me. My butt slides farther back on the desk.

"We can do friends, I mean we've been doing it since last week." My heart pounds and lungs weaken.

"Being friends, I mean. Not actually doing it." The last part comes out of as a low whisper. Potters hands slide across my bare thighs. My neck and face turn red as I'm bothered and blushing.

"We don't have to kiss to make me happy," I say as lean into his touch on my cheek. He leans in, "Potter stop!" I yell.

He backs up as if I burned him. His face looks embarrassed.

"I worked hard for this position. I-I need it. I'm sorry, but we can only be friends." I finish. I feel awful as I say it.

He looks up with puppy dog eyes and I melt. I look him up and down then say, "Fuck it."

I jump off the desk and grab him as I plow onto his body. Our lips crash together once again as we're working off of our animal nature. Hands are everywhere and then I hear my dress zipper go down. Just as I gap from the cool air hitting my back, I feel a twist of my stomach and I'm in a completely different place.