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Post by James Potter on Dec 6, 2010 22:32:40 GMT -5
As more time passed, James was continuily thinking about how damn warm his bed was going to be when he finally made it up to the Gryffindor Common Room, or at the very least, back inside the warmth of the castle. He certainly didn’t want to leave Zoe here in the middle of the Quidditch field, but it was getting late, and he did have class pretty early the next day. The night had been wonderful, after all, so why push his luck hoping that it was going to get even better. He was pretty damn happy with what had occurred this evening, so why would he possibly wish for more?
He really loved how they could still be silly with each other, could imagine crazy situations and secretly hope that somehow and someday they would be able to do them. He could go exploring the Forbidden Forest with her, or try and find the Room of Requirement. He remembered every story his father had ever told him about his time and Hogwarts, and he had always wanted to be able to top one of his father’s stories. Maybe it was a childish wish, but then again, James Potter was a bit childish.
James’ comments had obviously made her a bit happier, since her comment was quite a compliement. He played it off, smirking at her. “Well yeah, I am James Potter after all.” He added jokingly, meeting her eyes with a grin. Damn, she looked cute. But it was late, and even though he thought he could stay up all night with her, just laying here, his eyes stung and demanded sleep. He was still freezing too, so he rolled onto his side before sitting up, reaching for her hand. “Come on. I think it’s time for bed.” He said quietly, nodding his head in the direction of the castle. “I’m beat.”
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Dec 6, 2010 23:05:51 GMT -5
She wondered if this was a good time to explore her sluttier side, but again, the night was only a singular faction, there were many more to come with this singular one, which was a fabulous door to a world of options that she was sure he would agree to at some point. However, it was late, and probably time for them to depart, as little as she wanted to admit it. There had to be an ending to every story, and this one was concluding just the way she'd dreamed. There would be tomorrows to come, a whole future for as long as they wanted for whatever happened to be carried out, and the thought was a safe comfort to her.
It was fun not to be worried around him, she'd seen the Hufflepuff girls around her changing themselves for their boyfriends and had felt lost amongst them, proud of the way she looked and acted. James was someone who could never make her feel insecure, that she would do anything with or for him. They had spent hours with Ben, and Roxanne, and some others exploring the school, finding all of the crazy rooms and passageways that had housed some of Zoe's favorite memories.
With a chuckle, she took his comment in stride, watching his face light up with amusement, "Wait, really? I'm shocked!" Still giggling, she placed her hand in his, and then they were getting ready to walk. "I'm not ready to go back," she murmured, more to herself than to him, but that was okay. She would be up forever with him if that were what he wanted. Maybe that was a bit pathetic, but it meant that she cared, which she truly did.
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Post by James Potter on Dec 7, 2010 14:53:15 GMT -5
James interlocked his fingers with hers when he felt her hand in his. Gently, he pulled himself and her up. He could feel his dew-drenched clothes sticking to his skin, and shivered a bit. A gust of wind reminded him how damn cold he was—something that certainly wasn’t a pleasant thought. He knelt down to pick up both of their brooms, offering Zoe’s to her. It was strange how like other nights this one was. Often in the past, it had been just the two of them out on the Quidditch field, or exploring the castle with the Marauders’ Map. Oddly, he felt as though not much had changed, but then reminded himself that a lot had changed. He had a commitment now that sort of transcended the boundaries of simply friendship.
Still, this wasn’t something that James Potter was going to worry about; he didn’t feel like he needed to worry about it at least. He laughed along with her at his comment, nudging her gently. Giving a small grin, he pulled her hand and kissed her again. One for good luck, he thought, pulling away after a moment or two. Her comment about not wanting to go back, or not being ready, made him smile; though this one was a sympathetic one. “Yeah, I know. But it’s not like just because the night is ended that this is.” He said, demonstrating by raising their interlocked hands.
He glanced upwards for a moment, taking one more good look at the nighttime sky. Then, he nodded toward the castle, his sympathetic smile turning into more of a playful one. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to the Hufflepuff Common Room.” He offered, leading her towards the castle. It was a bit out of the way for him to go all the way down to the basement and then back up to the Gryffindor Common Room, but he figured it would be worth it.
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