The Prankster (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Prank War

I sighed as I took a quick shower and got dressed.

I walked out, head down, eyes watery. As I entered the Common Room, James looked at me with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head.

"I don't wanna leave, James!" I sobbed.

"We still have three weeks, Chrysalis." He sighed, cuddling close to me as I sat on the couch.

He put his head on mine as I laid down on his shoulder.

"I know but.. this year has gone so fast, James." (Not really. I just realized my book has more chapters then there usually is in one school year..)

"I know, Chrysalis. We've just been through so much together.. I don't know if I can stand going a full summer without you."

I laughed, but I silently agreed.

"Don't worry, James. I'll visit, probably."

"Where are you spending your summer?"

The colour drained from my face.

"Uh.. With my parents."

It wasn't a complete lie. My parents were at Tom's house. But there was no way I was telling my boyfriend that I was spending my summer at the most evil wizard's house.

No way.

James raised an eyebrow at me, but nodded.

"Yeah."

I sighed and stood up, but James seemed to have other ideas, because he yanked me back down and sat me on his lap.

"James, we have to go to classes!" I laughed.

He pouted at me.

"I don't wanna go to classes!" He whined, stomping his foot.

I rolled my eyes, but really, it's what I wanted to do.

"You're turning into Lily." He grumbled.

My jaw dropped.

"I am not!"

"You are so!"

"James I don't have a middle name Potter!"

"See!"

I glared at him, but a smile found it's way onto my face.

"You rarely do pranks anymore!" He sighed, shaking his head.

"Okay then. Let's do a prank together. A big one." I grinned.

He perked up, looking at me curiously.

"Really?"

I shrugged.

"Why not?" I grinned.

I poked his side, causing him to squirm. I cocked an eyebrow, a smirk on my face.

"Are you ticklish?"

"No.." He muttered.

I beamed and squeezed his sides, causing him to laugh and try to shove me off him. I laughed at him.

"You are!"I

"No i'm not!"

I began to tickle him, and he made the girliest squeal I have ever heard. I stopped and looked at him, holding in my laughter. His eyes widened.

"You made that sound!" He accused.

I roared with laughter, rolling off his lap and onto the floor.