Jealousy Kills || James Potter

Year 5, Chapter 3

Odetta arrived a bit early to the detention, not wanting to have another because she was late.

So for 10 minutes, Odetta sat in the Transfigurations room, contemplating life, while McGonagall sat in her chair behind her desk, awaiting James.

After about 15 minutes after the time he was supposed to be there, James strutted into the room.

"Mr Potter, You're late." McGonagall said, giving him a stern look above her glasses.

"Im sorry my dear Minnie, but I've gotten caught up in something. My sincerest apologies." He said, in the most insincere tone.

"Sit in that desk over there," The old woman said, pointing to a desk not far from Odetta.

He sighed and sat in it.

"Good. Now, the two of you will be writing lines until I get back. Don't do anything stupid." She said sternly, looking at the two. This time, she really meant business.

The two wrote different lines.

Odetta's read "I will not physically harm another student."

James's read "I will not be late to class."

After making sure the two were only set on doing lines, and nothing else, she left the room to go tend to other things.

That was when James Potter started speaking.

"Lynch, you aren't really going to do all those lines are you?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I am, and what about it?" She asked, not looking up.

"Come on, you can't seriously mean that." He said, sitting up straight.

She stayed silent.

He got up from his desk and walked over to hers.

"Come on, you're so boring." He said as he leaned over her, watching her write her lines.

"Shut up Potter, nobody asked." Was all she replied.

"Well too bad." He said.

Odetta stayed silent once more.

"You're such a buzzkill." He groaned, rolling his eyes, obviously attempting to get her reaction.

This is what caused her to stand up.

"Am not!" She said, partially infuriated.

"Are too." He said, walking towards her so that she was walking backwards.

"Am not!" She yelled in reply, stumbling back as she hit the wall.

"Are too." James said as he leaned down.

Their lips were almost touching. Odetta could feel his breath beating down on her face.

"Am not." She said, now tilting her head to look up at him.

Her breath hitched. He was so close to her.

James leaned down slightly more.

From afar, it almost looked like they were kissing, but they weren't.

He looked from her eyes, down to her lips, then back up.

This caused a slight blush to form on her cheeks. She'd never been this close to James Potter intentionally, and she definitely did not know how to feel about it.

She couldn't deny, James was really fit.

"I suppose quidditch does a body fairly good.." She thought.

But she was soon snapped out of her thoughts, when James began speaking.

"Tell me you don't want this, Odetta." He said, leaning down closer if possible. Now, his lips were just slightly touching hers. She could smell the mint in his breath. It seemed he was chewing gum just earlier that night.

She gulped, but stayed silent. This was way different from that night last year. This felt.. more comfortable. More of something wanted, rather than something they were forced to do.

And that was the moment that his lips connected with hers.

He kissed her hungrily, while she was doing nothing short of the same.

He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, still pushing her up against the wall. She wasn't complaining though. Now, it just felt.. right.

He licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. As much as Odetta enjoyed this, she wouldn't give herself over that easily.

Actually, Odetta wanted to take charge.

Without breaking the kiss, she used the wrist he was holding onto, and put enough force in it to spin them around. Now, James was the one on the wall, and Odetta was loving it.

James had gasped out of shock, and that gave her an opportunity to slip her tongue in. He wasted no time taking advantage of that, and soon tried to fight for dominance, but Odetta has already won.

Odetta held James's wrists pinned down by his sides, much opposite to what he did to her.

Odetta, wanting to catch him off guard, began grinding her hips into his. This certainly did catch him off guard, though, as he let out a groan.

But she'd gotten caught in the heat of the moment.

She didn't realize that it was James Potter that she was kissing.

Her enemy? Really? She could do better than that.

But did she want to stop? No.

James seemed to feel the same.

He pushed himself off of the wall, walking her to a countertop nearby.

He grabbed the underside of her legs, picking her up to place her on said countertop.

His hands rested themselves on her thighs while he resumed kissing her.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, kissing him passionately, as if this was her last meal.

And she was not missing a crumb.

His hands traveled up her thighs, pushing up her skirt slightly, and he rested them almost right where she needed him.

Odetta felt the heat of his fingertips on her leg, and she loved every second of it.

She even spread her legs just slightly, giving better access to him, which he noticed.

He slid his fingers to her underwear, teasing her, making her squirm over his hand.

Even from the outside of her underwear, he could feel how damp they were.

"For me?" He groaned, asking her a question he already knew the answer to.

"Yes," she replied breathlessly, falling into him some more, pushing her hips into him.

But as much as she wanted him, she wouldn't do this.

She savored her final seconds on his lips, making sure to memorize the taste of his lips, and she broke the kiss.

Lightly pushing his arms out of the way, she jumped off of the countertop.

"You bloody tease." He whispered, eyes closed, expecting her to kiss him again.

But by the time he'd opened his eyes, the door slammed shut and Odetta was gone.

Odetta was gone, and James was left to think about what just happened.

"Oh shit." was the only thing he was able to think of for the rest of the night.

Even as he climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor tower.

Even as he climbed the stairs to his dorm room.

Even as he ignored the questions from his dorm mates.

Even as he fell asleep.

All he could think about was the taste and feel of her, and whether that was ever going to happen again.