The Breakup Plan •James Potter• |editing|

❁Chapter 19❁

Chapter 19

"James!" Nora whispered furiously, pushing him as he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he turned over, his eyes fluttering open as he saw the wide grin decorating her lips, and with a groan he reached up, clasping his hand over her mouth and pulling her back down onto his bed.

"Go back to sleep, Nora," he grumbled, yawning as he spoke, "the sleepover is still in session."

"No!" she groaned, turning to face him restlessly, "it's Christmas, James!"

"So?!"

"So, we need to get up, I need to see what Aubrey got me!" she exclaimed, an impatient sigh falling from her lips as she sat cross legged, tapping her fingertips on his bare chest, "this isn't fair, James Potter, get up!"

"You'll see what Aubrey got you later, it'll still be there," he grumbles, "come on, love, just go back to sleep."

"You look odd without glasses," she commented, reaching over him to grab his glasses and soon where they on her face, allowing her eyes to squint as she blinked through the blurriness, "I thought glasses where supposed to help you see!"

"You don't need glasses, Nora," James chuckled, finally sitting up and taking the glasses from her face, placing them on his own, finally able to see the wide grin on the Hufflepuff's lips as she nodded.

"Much better!"

"What time is it?" he asked, watching the sheepish smile decorate her lips, and soon, when he went to check the watch that sat on his bedside table did she pounce, jumping forward suddenly so that he couldn't see the watch, grabbing it from the table and throwing it to Sirius' bed.

"Nora Robinson, what time is it?" James asked, glaring at the girl who shrugged her shoulders.

"Morning."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fairly positive that it's morning," she nodded, "it's dark outside because it's winter."

"Nora-"

"I'm not lying, look!" she exclaimed, "gesturing to the window, see, it's dark!"

"I promise I won't be mad if you tell me the truth," he spoke, watching her eyes narrow ever so slightly as she thought, finally lifting her hand and sticking out her pinky.

"You promise?"

"Hope to die if I tell a lie," he laughed softly, a yawn escaping his lips as he wrapped his pinky around hers, "now tell me."

She allowed her shoulders to slump as she pulled the quilt over her, "it's three."

"Three in the morning?!" he exclaimed, wide eyed, "merlin, Nora, goodness sake!"

"You promised you wouldn't be mad," she frowned, moving closer to wrap her arm around him, oblivious to how adorable that was, James simply couldn't stay mad, his shoulders slumping as he looked down at her.

"Having trouble sleeping, love?" he asked, tracing his fingers along her forehead, through her hair as she nodded.

"Elijah loved Christmas," she mumbled quietly, tensing ever so slightly as he pulled her closer, gesturing for her to continue which she did, hesitantly, "we would always get up early, maybe not as early as this but we would barely sleep anyway, we'd just talk about what we thought we'd be getting, if it were a new toy that we had been raving about or a book, or anything, we would just be so excited.

We'd finally agree on a time to get up, usually around half four, because four was pushing it, according to him," Nora laughed softly, reaching for James' hand, "and we'd sneak into my parents room, giggling as we done so in our best attempts not to wake them, and then we'd pounce, jumping on their bed loudly, laughing and having a blast, and soon would they tackle us, laughing with us and soon we'd get up, and after we got our presents we'd be so tired that we would just sleep on the couch for hours until mum would wake us up."