I Was Made For Loving You - James Potter

20: 1977

Elodie woke up to the smell of pancakes. She checked James clock, finding it difficult to turn around with her being trapped in his arms, but managed to do so. January 1st, 1977. 10:28. She had a much needed lay in, not getting to sleep until 1 o clock, James wanted to watch disney films.

They didn't do much watching, finding each other's lips more entertaining. Kissing James was a slippery slope, you tell yourself you're just going to give him a quick one. A quick one turns into a full blown make out session with Snow White in the background.

Not that she was complaining, of course. But now she had a couple of bruises on her neck that she'd need some makeup to cover if she had any hope of looking Effie in the eye ever again.

James was heavily against the idea of her getting up, groaning and pulling her back into bed. "Stay.." He mumbled into her shoulder, planting a gentle kiss on it, then her neck.

You understand? Slippery slope, and Elodie was not falling down it this time. "I need to get up and cover your handiwork. I don't want your mum thinking I've plagued you." He sighed dramatically, and let her go. "Thankyou." She stood up, searching one of her trunks for her makeup bag, and pulling out some concealer. It did the trick, you'd have to be looking for them to see James' lovebites.

"Come on, Romeo - gotta get up." She yanked the blankets off of James, much to his dismay. "I can smell pancakes, come on. I'm not missing breakfast for you."

"Go down without me, I'll come down in a bit. I'm tired." He mumbled, rolling over and pulling the sheets back over himself.

"I told you we should've slept, instead of you going all Dracula on me."

"Yeah, well you weren't complaining then." He had her there. "Fine, just give me five minutes." He yawned loudly, and Elodie took the time to sort out her hair, brushing it through with her fingers and eventually a hairbrush. Once she was done, she turned to see James sorting his own out, having to put much less effort into his. "Right, let's go."

They left James' room and made their way into the living room, where Sirius was catching Effie up on everything that had happened at Hogwarts, ensuring to leave out the details that would get them into trouble. James pulled a chair out for El, who thanked him, and sat down - James following suit.

"Oh, you finally decided to join us then?" Sirius joked, and James flicked a blueberry at him, and dug into his breakfast. "I'm glad you could join us for Christmas again, Elodie. It's always lovely to see you." Effie smiled at her sincerely.

"Thankyou, Effie. It's a pleasure to be here, Christmas isn't really celebrated anymore at my house so it's nice to be able to enjoy it again."

"Of course, darling. You're welcome anytime, not just during holidays." Elodie thanked her, and ate her breakfast. Sirius took it upon himself to drown his pancakes in golden syrup, and Elodie watched him as though he was insane. He seemed completely unfazed with her staring him down as he ate it like nothing was wrong.

"You actually terrify me, Sirius. Well and truly, nothing you could do would make me think you were sane." She deadpanned, as he looked up at her, feigning hurt. "Don't bash it until you try it."

"Try what? Cavities? I'll leave it to the experts, thanks."

"James are you going to allow this?" Sirius asked, and both teens looked at him expectantly. Monty snorted from the other end of the table. "Well- Pads, there is more syrup than pancake-"

"Wow. No, I understand. I know you have to agree in front of her, James. It's okay, I know how you feel in that cold, dead heart of yours. Just remember, Elodie - I know where you sleep."

"Was that a threat, Black?" She gasped, unable to contain her laughter.

"If the shoe fits."

"Oh, Merlin." James sighed. "I hate that practically both of you live here now."

"Woah, James. Woah. I won't have you speak to my best friend like that." James looked at Sirius, doing mental gymnastics as he tried to connect how the boy went from arguing with Elodie to defending her honour.

"Yeah, James. Don't be so mean to Sirius, I won't stand for it." Elodie joined in. James just sighed and shook his head, he wish he stayed in bed. "It is too early in the morning for this."

Sirius and Elodie grinned at each other, as they successfully killed James' final brain cell together. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. Effie and Monty laughed at the teenager's antics, as James grabbed his and Elodie's plates. "You can take your own, Black. I'm not washing your pool of syrup."

Sirius didn't object, grabbing his plate and following James into the kitchen. "It feels like having young triplets, wreaking havoc wherever they go. I love it." Elodie laughed along, trying hard not to think of the layers beneath that statement. Kissing her triplet, ew. She nearly threw up her breakfast.

She sipped on her orange juice, when James called her into the kitchen. "Babe! Help, Sirius is threatening to kill me!!" She failed to fight the smile off of her face, and excused herself from the table and into the kitchen. Sirius had gathered some golden syrup on his fingers and was trying to wipe it on James, who was screaming the house down.

"Merlin, you are infants." Elodie took the plate off of Sirius and gently placed it in the sink.

"Well what does that make you, Els? A pedophile?" James asked. "I didn't know you were into infants you sick fuck."

"James Fleamont Potter, watch your language!" Monty shouted from the living room, immediately shutting him up. He shouted a quick apology, and glared at Sirius. "You know what, I'm just leaving you to it - I'm quite frankly afraid for my safety when I'm in a room with you. I'll be in the shower if you need me."

James grinned at this. "Oh, can I join?" He flirted, knowing damn well that Elodie still couldn't fight the reaction it caused when he insinuated anything remotely sexual. She stopped in her tracks, deciding whether to feed into his antics, or throw a chair at him.

"I'll leave the door unlocked." She responded suavely, leaving James in a state of shock, confusion and maybe a little glee. Sirius wretched over the sink. "Bloody disgusting. Get out of my sight, Potter."

"That was certainly the plan." So much for the 'not at my parents house' rule.

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!AUTHORS NOTE!
no i am not writing smut id rather eat dog shit but i'll let you all decide if they shagged in the shower or not xox