Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Our Roots

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

James

One woman in my life was already pissed at me and I was lucky that Lil was at school. Now, I'd worry if I had a girlfriend but apparently, I was wrong in thinking that I didn't have one.

Three days after the bargain and quarrels, Aria Longbottom showed up at my office, fuming.

"Are you gonna do it?" She asked.

"Do what?"

"Don't play with me. Are you gonna help Merlin fight a war that's..."

"What? Too hard for me to handle?" I scoffed.

"Hard, yes. Impossible, no." Her jaw hardened as she looked away. My bitterness was growing these days. It was as if I wanted no one to interrupt my business but then again, people who butt in the most are probably the ones who love most. Toxic ones would be easy to spot.

"Aria." I sighed, "I wanna do something in my life. I'm ashamed to say this but I feel inferior, useless compared to my entire family. Look at my entire family, they've got something going on and here I am, nothing but a failure at being something that not only makes it evident that I'm Harry Potter's son. I just want to do something that makes the people who are associated with me to be proud to be known to me."

"That's dumb but like I said, I'll always trust your decisions." She slumped. I snickered and she looked up.

"Hey." Without thinking, I'd cupped her cheeks at the sight of tears growing by her lashes, "Hey, you never cry so easy?" I chuckled, "Agh, hate to say this but have I finally managed to make you cry?"

She smacked my hand away and wiped her tears, aggressively. I couldn't help it. Taking her hand again, I kissed the back of it.

"I'll do it well, Longbottom." I promised and her lips trembled before she closed our space and tightened her arms around my chest. I gave in, draping my arms around her. I still hadn't managed to tell her about my response to her confession so I still wasn't sure what had happened, "You do look pretty, crying." I teased and she pulled her head out of my neck and stared at me, almost angry. I chuckled and maybe she didn't like that or did, because when she kissed me next, I'm pretty sure my smile faded. She pulled away after a peck but I held her head right near mine, making her gasp.

"James..."

"You can't kiss and run, Longbottom." Closing in myself this time, I matched our lips and in about a second, she was responding. First, our lips played, kissing each other till her fingers came around the nape of my neck and her tongue tickled the edge of my bottom lip. Feeling my body heat up, I turned her around and sat her by the edge of my desk to gain more leveled access to her mouth. Every time our tongues touched, her body would stiffen and press further into me. A few seconds later she pulled back to catch her breath, but I was still hungry so my mouth guided me down her jaw, to the earlobe, and lower to the side of her neck. She didn't push me away but clutched my hair, pushing me into her.

"James..." She whispered and let her hold loosen to tell me to get out. When I faced her again, she laid her forehead against mine, touching my lip with her finger just once.

"Yes."

"What?" Her eyes opened.

"Let's go out." I spoke and surprise turned her face.

"R-Really?"

"Why? Change your mind already?"

"No! No!" She pecked my cheek and I laughed, "I'm good."