The Better Chaser; James Potter

Chapter 29- Mornings at the Potter's

I woke from my blissful dreamless sleep to someone poking my arm,

"Psst- Watson, wake up!" a voice whispered. I groaned, turning fully around to give my back to the person who was waking me up,

"Mum said to let you sleep before the meeting, but I know how cranky you get with out coffee in the morning so I brought you some," the voice whispered again,

Coffee?

"I'm up, I'm up," I moaned in a tired voice. I turned my upper body back around to try to see who it was, but it caused the gash in my stomach to burn, "Ouch fuck," I whispered, "It's too early for this okay? So could you like give me a couple of minutes until I wake up?" I said to my stomach, gently patting my wound,

"Are you talking to yourself?" 

"As a matter of fact I am," I said as I looked too the person who woke me up, "Why are you here anyways Potter," I asked,

"Like I said, coffee," He lifted the mug in his hand,

"Why'd you bring me coffee?" I asked confused,

He shrugged, "I thought you would need it before the meeting,"

I stared at him weirdly, "Did you poison it?" I asked,

"Why do you always assume that?" He asked chuckling,

"One can never be too cautious around you Potter, besides you're never nice to me, unless there is a catch," I explained my point of view, 

"Like I said, it's more of saving the people around you. You're always a bitch in the morning with out it," He defended,

"Oooh watch your words Potter, otherwise I'd think you're starting to care," I said with a wink,

"Never Watson, couldn't care less. I just feel bad, you're all gashed up and wounded, can't even move. Don't need to give you another reason for you to be all moody so here, coffee," He said with a smirk and gave me the coffee,

"You still could have sent Remus or Sirius, besides just knowing I was on your mind and you thought of getting me coffee says a lot," I retorted as I grabbed the cup from him, inhaling the heavenly scent,

"You know what, I'm taking it back," He said grabbing the coffee from straight under my nose,

"No no no," I whined. I extended my arm and opened and closed my fist as if I were a child grasping for something, "Gimme,"

Potter laughed at this and shook his head, "Say Potter is awesome and does not care about Watson,"

"I'll go make myself some coffee thanks," I said as I started to get up, but winced slightly,

"Hey hey hey, take it easy," Potter said softly. He instantly set down the coffee cup and came to my side to help me get up,

"Get off me," I hissed,

I don't want Potter touching me ever again after last night

"Alright," He said raising his arms defensively, 

"Just go Potter, I need to get ready anyways," 

"The bathroom is-" Potter began

"I know where the bathroom is," I interrupted,

"Oh yeah, I forgot you've been here before," He said shyly before leaving the room. I got up slowly and carefully. When I stood up I saw that he had left me the coffee cup, and had not taken it like he said. This made me smile softly. I grabbed it and started sipping on it before slowly walking out of the room to the bathroom. I went in, washed my face and cleaned up a bit. I stood staring at my reflection and at how exhausted I looked. I lifted my shirt and saw that the bandage was bloodied, which meant it needed changing. I sighed as I lowered my shirt and went back to the room I was staying in. When I got there I looked in the drawers for extra bandages and grinned when I found some. I slowly unraveled the bandages around my stomach making sure I remembered how they were wrapped. Ever since my parents started abusing me I've gotten pretty good at wrapping wounds. I then took off my shirt standing in nothing but my bra and stared at the wound. Effie had done a pretty good job at mending it, but it still hadn't fully healed. I mean it was a curse, from Voldemort. I don't think it's healing anytime soon. I'm honestly surprised I survived.