The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Fifteen: "Too bad we didn't make it to Diagon Alley"

Chapter 15: "Too bad we didn't make it to Diagon Alley"

Amelia's P.O.V

Oh god that smells really nice.

Food...

I want food...

Come on just get up!

No it's so warm in this bed

But you're hungry

BUT I'm comfortable

But you'll die of starvation if you don't get up

BUT I'm cosy....

"Argh" I groan rolling around on the bed, "I can't believe that I'm having a conversation with myself" I mutter.

As soon as I open my eyes, I automatically get blinded which then...results in the beginning of migraines. Oh for the love of God....

My eyes still shut, I reluctantly get off the bed and feel my way across the room to the bathroom. I bang my head on the wall and frown gets flitted onto my face. I huff and rub my forehead. Moaning in pain, I slowly open my eyes and rub them. I enter the bathroom and splash cold water on my face, waking me up a little. I open the bathroom cupboard, ready to get my toothbrush when I realise something...

Where the heck am I?

I whip my head around to the noise that was made outside the bathroom. I hear some cursing and a clang of saucepans drop on the floor. I cautiously look around and realise I stayed over Harry's. Sighing in relief, knowing I'm not kidnapped, I continue to hunt down some toothpaste.

After a few minutes I find some toothpaste, and I apply it on my finger. I then rinse out my mouth and just as I was about to exit the bathroom, I catch my reflection in the mirror.

"Holy mother of god" I mutter, gawking at my presence. Not bothering to find a brush I tame down my hair with my fingers. I look at my face and see a faint line mascara appearing just below my eye. Huh...I guess splashing just cold water on your face doesn't get rid of all your makeup...

Shrugging and pleased with myself, I leave the bathroom and head towards the enticing smell.

I hover in the doorway of the kitchen, ogling Harry's presence. I silently observe him a smile, playing at my lips. His hair is a mess and he's topless. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration. I look by his feet and see some pans scattered around the floor. I then look at the counter and see a fresh plate of eggs and bacon. 

I finally stop gushing over him and make my way towards him, "Need help?" I offer, jokingly, him obviously not catching on

Not noticing I was here he spins around sharply and steps on one of the pans. I stifle a laugh and he sends me a sheepish grin, "Uh..yes" he says

I sit on a stool behind the counter, "You know I can't cook at all right?" I giggle, slightly

He strolls towards me, him resting two of his arms on the counter, opposite me. I eye his arms as they flex. I then playfully roll my eyes, "No need to flex in front of me Harry"

He then widens his grin, "I knew you couldn't resist me" he winks, making my cheeks heat up slightly.

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh please" I scoff

"You were the one checking me out!" he argues

"Yeah yeah..." I murmur, making his eyes flicker with amusement.

"Here" he says instead, his eyes never leaving my face. He pushes the plate forward of eggs and bacon. Unable to look away from his piercing gaze, I find myself leaning over the counter. He raises a fork, which had egg on it and raises it to my mouth. "Open"