The other black (J. Potter love story)

Chapter 10

It's been 4 days since Lyra and I had our first time together. Today was a Friday, which means the beginning of the year party, then an entire weekend spent with Lyra. Godrick, I am whipped for this girl. I'm sitting in potions staring at Lyra from across the room. She is working on the potion, and her partner is just sitting there, not helping her. "Prongs, can you stop starring at Lyra and help me just a little bit." Pads ask me. I startle out of my daydream of Lyra and look up at pads. "Sorry yeah, what do you need?" I ask. Sirius rolls his eyes and hands me a stick to stir the potion with. "Stirr this clockwise for 5 minutes." He says. I take the stick from his hands and start mixing. I look back up at Lyra, and she looks even more beautiful than when I was looking at her. "Good work, my boys," Slughorn says, and he walks by. We smile, and he continues on.

 "I heard the other new student is a girl, and she is coming tonight," Moony said. Peter wasn't in potions with us. He never was good at it. All his potions always exploded in his face. "Did you hear who?" I ask. I was interested in coming because Hogwarts never had exchange students before, so it was exciting for all of us. "I heard it was the French Minister of Magic's daughter." He said. I stopped stirring. "Prongs keep stirring." Pads yell at me. I keep stirring. "Mallory?" I ask. "I don't know her name, but if that's his daughter, then yes." He says. "We used to be friends. My parents are good friends with each other and keep in touch all the time. I haven't heard from her in years, though. She went to Beauxbatons." I say. "Prongs stop stirring, or you'll ruin the potion," Sirius tells me. I take the stick out and wipe it off on the side of the cauldron. "You can go back to starring at Lyra again." Pads say, and they both laugh. I punch him in the shoulder and look back at Lyra. I smile. She is my girl.

After potions, the day drags on and on. Right now, I'm racing to get to transfiguration to see Lyra. I just want to be with her every second of the day. I slide around the corner and don't even realize I knock someone down. "Wow, Potter, I thought you would watch where you're going." I hear. I turn around there is Lyra on the floor. Shit, I just knocked her down. I jog back to her. I kneel down and offer my hand to her. "I'm sorry, baby. I was racing to transfiguration to see you and didn't notice you were there." I say. She takes my hand, and I pull her up and into a hug. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and squeeze her to my chest. She wraps her hands around my neck and squeezes me back. She lets go, and I do too. I look into her eyes and smile. "May I walk you to your next class?" I ask. She smiles. "Of course." She says, and I turn on my heels, and she walks next to me. 

"How has your day been?" She asks. "It's been boring except for when I got to see you," I say. She smiles and blushes and looks down at her feet. "I love it that I can make you blush this way," I say. Her cheeks keep reddening. I laugh and smile down at her. She is still looking down, so neither of us is looking where we're going. That's when I feel someone bump into my shoulder harshly. My head whips up, lighting fast. I thought we were alone. "Hey, watch where you're going," I say at the back of a blonde head. She completely ignores me and keeps walking away. The sound of her heels tapping on the floor follow her. I look back at Lyra. She is looking at the girl too. "Weird." She says and looks back at me. I smile down at her. "Let's get to transfiguration before Minne has a heart attack," I say and grab her hand. I start to run. "AHHH, JAMES." Lyra laughs and follows me. Were both laughing. " I'm in heels." She says. "I know I hear them," I say and continue to pull her. She laughs, and we go to transfiguration.

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Soon I'm sitting at the Slytherin table, ready for dinner. I sit next to Henry with Reg and Tayler across from us. Dumbledore stands up and claps his hands. We all turn our attention to him. "As all of you may know, we have a new exchange student coming in today. You all had already met Henry, who was already a student here before but came back. Now you must meet Mallor Dubois. She is the daughter of the french minister and went to beauxbatons, but her father transferred her here to make sure she is safe from Lord Voldemort." He says. Henry, Reg, and I all look at each other. We all work for the dark lord and know she can't be safe anywhere. Then The great hall doors open up, and there she is. The girl with the blonde hair who bumped into James and me in the hallway earlier. She was stunning. I see every boy and the girls that weren't straight's mouth drop. I look towards James, who gives her a once-over and then looks towards me. He mouths, "Don't worry, you're not losing me." I smile. She walks all the way up to Dumbledor.

 "Thank you for that introduction, professor." She says in an annoyingly fake voice. "Well, now you must be sorted," Dumbledor says and leads her to the sorting hat. They place it on her head, and soon enough, she is sorted into Gryffindor. She smiles such a fake smile. Then she goes and sits down right next to James. They smile at each other. I'm watching their entire interaction. She is touching him and flirting with him. I don't even notice dinner was ready or when I stand up and walk out of the great hall. I rush toward the common room. Before I'm there, I am grabbed. I kick my attacker in the stomach. "Goddamit Lyra," James says. "Shit James I'm sorry. I thought someone was attacking me." I speak with my hands over my mouth. "Remind me never to surprise you. But I've been calling after you since you left the great hall. Is everything ok?" He asks. "She was all over you, James," I say.

"Who?" He asks. "The Dubois girl," I say. "Lyra, she is a family friend. You have nothing to worry about." He says. "Promise me," I say. "I promise Lyra you can't get rid of me that easily." He says. I smile and hug him. He hugs me back. "Sorry about hitting you," I say into his chest. "It's ok, love." He replies and kisses the top of my head. We just stand there for a while till we hear people coming. We break apart, and he leaves. I can't help but think about how lucky I got with him.