We Were Bound | james potter

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chapter 20

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jay
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James was able to push past his embarrassment the next day and talk to Faeryn. Though they were only one-word replies and he still refused to look in her eyes in fear that she would somehow be able to read his thoughts and know exactly what he did two nights ago.

And finally the next day during dinner, he looked her in the eye after successfully getting off that morning without thinking of her.

Okay, he thought of her a little bit, but that didn't matter.

And he averted his gaze to his plate right after. But he had done it, he had looked her in the eye.

During the first full moon away from the shack he had to get over himself as she cried in his arms, it was particularly bad for the twins. Moony was locked down in the basement away from Padfoot, and Faeryn was worried deeply for her brother the whole night. She kept forcing her eyes open to stay awake to make sure Moony didn't terribly harm himself.

James stayed awake the whole night, and his heart would clench when she would yell out in pain because Moony ripped at his skin again. She passed out in her bed once the moon set, both from the pain and exhaustion from staying up all night.

Mia had healed Remus' scars and had ordered both of them to a day of rest.

By the next few days they were back up on their feet again, and James was back to stuttering slightly when he would talk to Fae.

And a week later he was able to talk to her normally again, as normally as he ever could, at least. He was able to look her in the eye and not think about the fact that he had came to the thought of her.

Though every once in a while he would remember and he would stutter and look away like a pathetic little child.

But everything was basically back to normal, and he had refused to wank off at all since his last time. Which was sadly quite difficult for him. Though it was better than not talking to Faeryn, and he would do anything if it meant he got to talk to her, to see her in her pajamas every morning, to paint with her (though he wasn't very good).

Though it was difficult to do both of those things, because she was in his room again. In her silk pajama shorts and a big t-shirt. And her hair was messily thrown into a low ponytail with strands hanging around her face.

For some reason, she got the idea in her head that she could just walk into his room whenever she was bored because it was the closest room to her. One of those days she was going to walk in on something that would not be good for her eyesight.

And she was looking at him with that look she uses to get her way.

"James, please come with me. I really want to explore the woods by your house but I don't want to get lost, and you've lived here all your life so you probably know your way around a bit," she begged.

James looked down at his hands, which were twiddling together in his lap as he sat against the wall that was next to his bed, his legs straight out in front of him.

He knew Remus would be furious if he found out the two of them had gone into the woods, alone, at 5:00 am, in the dark.

But how was he supposed to say no when she ripped his glasses from his face and put them on her face, grinning as he squinted to look at her clearly?

"How do I look?" she asked.

"I don't know, I can't see, Mittens," he grumbled, squinting his eyes to see. He desperately wanted to see.