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James Sirius Potter had it all, was loved by all...
...all except Ayla Hill
Alya Hill despised him, him and all his glory and greatness
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"James lovely, you're going to have to stop rolling around" Alya sighed as she tried to sketch James in her note book.
The pair relaxed on James bed, him half asleep stretched out while Alya sat crossed legged across from him, James' Gryffindor training quidditch T-shirt draped over her smaller frame as she bit her lip in concentration.
"I want to sleep Lya" he groaned, "wait- did you just call me lovely?" He asked, opening one eye to look at her with a smirk
"Nope" Alya shook her head, "must of heard wrong" she shrugged, gesturing James to close his eye so she could resume her drawing
James didn't protest but only let out a groggy, deep laugh, putting his hands behind his back, face to the ceiling.
Alya huffed, unable to carry on her drawing from the angle she was working at.
Rolling her eyes she straddled James hips, her note book resting on his bare chest, trying to get a better angle
James didn't open his eyes but a discreet smirk once again curved onto his face
"This was all part of your plan wasn't it, Potter?" Alya asked taking the pencil from behind her ear and carrying on her drawing of James
"Dunno what you mean" he mumbled sleepily, the smirk growing, "and don't you mean, lovely?"
"Oh fuck off" Alya groaned as she studied James features
His sharp cheekbones and jawbone cast shadows along his face, neck and bare chest in the candle light flickering around them. His dark unruly curls spread out against the maroon bed covers and black pillow case. His lips were pulled into a cocky, confident simper, soft and alluring.
Alya had to shake herself.
It was almost like she was stuck in some sort of trance that she couldn't snap out of. But god, did she enjoy the feeling. It was almost like a drug. She couldn't stop looking at him. She didn't want to stop looking at him.
"Lya?" James called, one eye open looking at her confusedly
Alya snapped out of her trance suddenly
"Everything alright in there?" He asked tapping her head
"Y-yeah" Alya muttered shaking her head, trying to clear herself of the soft warm buzzing that seemed to of settled inside herself
"Sorry about that" James said casually as he closed his eyes once again
"Sorry?" Alya asked
"Yeah, didn't mean to get you like that. Just happens sometimes"
"Huh?" Alya asked stupidly, looking blankly at James
James chuckled, sitting up and propping himself up on his elbows, Alya still straddling his waist, the note book falling off his chest.
"My great, great, great grandmother was Veela or something like that that. A pretty strong one at that" he explained simply
Alya had read about Veela before. She'd always wanted to meet one.
"Really?!" Alya asked in shock
"Yeah" James nodded as if it was so totally normal, "and Lily and Rem of course"
"Well... I mean it makes sense" Alya nodded along, "it explains a lot actually"
"Nah. That's just my amazing personality that pulls all the ladies" he smiled smugly
Alya hit his chest, "cocky shit"
"Hot though" James winked making Alya laugh
"Hot is pushing it Potter"
"What was that? what did you say? Ohhh you're so hot Potte- lovely, and amazing and sexy and talented-"
"I don't talk like that" Alya muttered
"I don't talk like that" James mimicked back, trying to hold in his laughter
In the faded light he couldn't see much off Alya.
Just the silhouette of her body on his, his quidditch shirt on her and her messy hair pulled into a low bun, strands of hair falling out the front and framing her face.
James didn't have to see Alya's face to know the exact face she was pulling, the one he had seen everyday for years.
Disgusted and irritated but always with a hidden hint of amusement and fondness.
"You've had this all fingered out from the beginning haven't you?" Alya asked pointing her pencil at James, "pretending to be tired, make me put my guard down, just to tear me down in the dark when I was least expecting it"
"You should know I play dirty by now Hill" he winked
"Shut the fuck upppp" Alya groaned rolling off James so she laid next to him, looking to the ceiling
"You love it" James replied rolling to his side and placing kissed along her jaw and ear.
