Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Hearts Heal As They Break

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

Jason

Mason's kisses were aggressive at the moment. I could tell what he wanted and that was for me to not ask any questions. We were meeting a week after the ball and that was when I'd arrived at his house so we could prep for Hogwarts.

Currently, I was slammed against his bedroom door, plastered between his mouth and the door. His arms held one of my hands above my head and the other behind my neck.

"Mason..." I tried to bite out but he kept pushing for more till it started to hurt and I bit his lip, making him wince. He was panting at first but his eyes widened and I knew he could tell that I was upset, "That hurts."

"S-Sorry." I pulled away and he sighed behind me.

"It's bugging you, isn't it?" He breathed.

I turned and he was rubbing his temple.

"Let's just take a break." My heart grew heavy at my own words and heat covered my eyes. He had surprise on his face but I couldn't do this anymore. I was hurting him, I could tell. It was easier when I didn't have anyone beside me except him but now that I was this Prince thing, it was of course difficult for him. Mason liked things simple and I was as complicated as things could get.

"No. No, listen..."

"It's okay." I chuckled. And he paused, his jaw hardened.

"You're okay, what about me?"

"You're not okay."

"Exactly!"

"You're not okay right now, Mason."

"What in the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" He argued and I could tell he was feeling caught and guilt was making him aggressive.

"Calm down."

"Calm down?" He roared. Mason wasn't thinking, he was evidently panicking.

"Mason." I walked to the door and slumped, "My decision is final."

"Stop it." He growled, "I know I'm messing up, but I'm trying Jason."

"I know." I turned with a smile, "I do. I love you and that makes it my will to help you in any way possible."

"I'm sorry." He crouched on the floor, sitting on his toes. His handsome tall figure now tented under the black cardigan he wore and strong hands raked his hair. I wanted to hug him, give him a kiss but then again, the same thought came to sight. He is like this because of me. The stress, all of it.

Sighing in distress, I turned and left the room. Mr. And Mrs. Murphy were in the kitchen, cleaning up the aftermath of the dinner and the fireplace was in a corner by the lounge.

"Jason, what's up?" Mr. Louis walked around, watching my luggage.

"I... Erm, Albus and I have things to discuss so I was thinking I'd stay with the Potters for the next while, is that okay?"

He sighed and looked up the stairs once. Mrs. Murphy came around and handed me a little box. It smelled sweet like lemon tarts.

"Be careful." She smiled and I nodded before heading out through the chimney.

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Lily

The flames blew through the chimney and I thought it'd be James but it was an unexpected guest. One that made me happy, so I jumped and gave him a big hug.