pairing: james/molly
prompt: replace
he loves her. He knows that he loves her; and it scares him. James Potter doesn't do love. He doesn't do butterflies, sweet smiles and sugary sweet kisses. So instead, he picks a huge fight, throws her out of his life, and dissappears. He travels over europe, trying to forget the girl with the misty eyes and flaming hair and sweet lips and and pretty pretty face.
He meets Elise in Milan; and her dark eyes and dark hair and dark voice makes him forget the feelings in his chest and the thoughts in his head. Her accent is heavy and his heart is even heavier when he slips out around five and dissapparates.
He finds Hollie in Berlin, and he's pretty sure she doesn't speak english and their time together is hot and explosive and dangerous and her nails leave scars on his back he knows will never go away. But then she's whispering what he assumes is either sweet nothings or dirty talk; when she whispers something that decidedly sounds like "molly." It could be a trick of the mind, or a dirty word in her native language; but he leaves all the same.
and then he meets Lena, with her glossy blonde hair and sunny smile and adorable austrailian accent. She makes him forget, and he stays with her for two weeks and he's happy. He doesn't feel the sting of love in his chest and for a while, he completely forgets the name Molly Weasley. Until one day, in the heat of passion, when all he can think of is her blonde hair and green eyes and pink skin and comes with her name like a prayer on his lips.
"MOLLY."
He knows that Lena heard him, even if she doesn't say anything to him after the fact. At that exact moment, he knows he has to go back. Summer is coming to an end, and even though he'll be seventeen in november, he knows his mother is probably worried sick about him. So when he rolls over and brushes hair off her face once last time, he acknowledges the dissapointment bubbling in his stomach that's been there all summer long.
and he knows he has to go home.
so he leaves, and floos home, and greets his crying sister and the half playful-half real anger punch of his little brother, the smiles and hugs of his father and his mum's kisses.