Me, Lucius and James were all sat in the transfiguration classroom, in silence.
Lucius sat at the front, the desk next to the window. He was looking out of it.
Me and James as in the middle row, in the middle. James was scrunching up paper, I was watching him. James got a quill, and scribbled down some words, then passed it over to me.
Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?
I looked at it, looked at him. I grabbed his quill and scribbled back.
Because I wasn't, and i'm not, getting married.
He looked at it, and sighed.
But you could've. You could've been engaged, and you've been sneaking around with me.
I looked at him, he passed it back.
Because before Lucius even asked me, I said no. I didn't really think you needed to know everything that goes on in my life.
James looked at it, and looked guilty.
I know, I'm sorry.
Your mother is one wicked witch. Choosing HIM to marry of all people.
I smiled. Took the quill out of his hand and wrote.
Tell me about it.
My mother is a wicked witch even on her best days.
I don't want to go home for Christmas.
James looked at the note, looked at me, and concentrated. He passed it back.
Come to mine for Christmas. It'll be me, you, Sirius and my parents. They'd love you.
I looked at it, my heart started to think excitedly.
That sounds bearable.
James rolled his eyes.
Of course it is, you get to hang around with me for 2 weeks.
I smirked.
Wow, Potter, wow.
What about Sirius?
I mean he'd kill us if he knew.
James sighed.
He doesn't need to know.
Same place and time tonight?
I smiled, and my cheeks blushed.
Hm, I might have to check with my future husband, Malfoy.
James smirked.
Oh yes, right. Sorry my apologies.
