The Auxatia's were a cold Slytherin Pure-blood family. One of the oldest, comparing their legacy with the Blacks.
Evagaline Auxatia was scared of her parent's wrath. Of the whip that came down on her the moment she stepped out of line. She was afrai...
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I woke up to bright red covers and groaned. Yesterday was the Annual Potter Summer Ball. I had made a bad(good)mistake by wearing a Gryffindork(don't tell my boyfriend I said that)red, low cut, swing dress that came up about mid-thigh. James saw me, got his regular flow of hormones, blah blah blah. Yeah. Just saying, we ended up "retiring" to "our"(more like his) room about 2 hours earlier than others. Yeah. Two hours.
"James," I whispered, shaking my boyfriend slightly, still trapped under his(strong)arm.
"Hmm?" James hummed, snuggling closer to me.
"Wake up," I ordered, lightly threading his hair.
James groaned. "No," he whined.
I pushed him slightly on his torso, feeling his abs because he was shirtless and NO! We did NOT do anything last night. "Get. Up. Moron," I said.
James moaned and pulled me on top of him suddenly. "No," he complained, kissing me on the lips before hugging me tightly.
"You better let me go, Potter," I warned, trying half-heartedly to get out of his grip.
"No," he mumbled into my hair which I dyed from blonde to brown and added more waves to.
I chuckled slightly, moving so that I was more comfortable on top of him. "And that would be why...?" I trailed off, snuggling into him.
James smiled slightly as his eyes closed. I could feel mine close too. "Because you're gorgeous when you sleep," he mumbled before yawning and going back to sleep.
I smiled against my will and kissed him on the lips when I thought he fell asleep. Apparently, I was wrong because he immediately deepened it before pulling me next to him and cuddling me, forcing me to sleep. Which I did.
"Gah!" James yelped, shielding himself and me from a blinding light.
"Wake-y wakey!" someone mocked, screeching. Actually, backtrack. Did I say someone? I meant a group of people.
"Shut the fuck off," I mumbled, turning so I buried my head into James. I felt James stiffen slightly before relaxing.
"What the hell is 'shut the fuck off' ?" Albus asked, laughing slightly.
"Yeah!" Fred.
"The hell?" Dominique.
"Language!" Lily.
I glared up at them and pulled the duvet so it covered my bra(yes, I was only wearing a bra and no, we did. Not. do. that.) "It means shut the fuck up and fuck off," I snarled.
Lily laughed. "And let you be found by mum and dad like this?! Sure!" she laughed.
"Oh, the look on their faces when they see!" Dominique screeched.
