A/N: Sorry for the late-ish post. Went grocery shopping! [Kettle chips!] & I need to organize my items!
Gabrielle was soon released from St. Mungo's. Her nights were filled with nightmares so bad she had forced James to stay with her.
“You'll be fine. I'll be downstairs on the couch watching the telly.” James said before he kissed her forehead and went downstairs. Gabrielle shut her eyes and was thrown into her mental world.
/”I will not do your bidding!” Gabrielle shrieked. She was still dressed in her pajamas, but not in her room.
The Shrieking Shack was still not used often. Gabrielle never knew of the place until her nightmares started to plague her.
“You will. CRUCIO!”/
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Gabrielle screamed as she struggled in her blankets.
“Lumos!” James said as he stumbled up the stairs. Why had he even turned off the lights anyways? “Locomotor Mortis.” The dark haired boy said once he saw Gabrielle flailing her legs. “Sorry to use the leg-locker curse on you, babe.”
Gabrielle simply glared and maneuvered herself around to stand. James caught her before she could fall. He freed her legs as she gave him a glare.
“I almost want nothing to do with you James Potter.” Gabrielle huffed as she pulled her sheets back and climbed into bed.
“Almost being the key word.” James pointed out with a grin. He was starting to take after Albus a bit, and it repulsed him. “Want some gin to settle yourself?”
Gabrielle shook her head, “Pumpkin juice would be fine. It's in the fridge.” James nodded and retrieved to mugs of pumpkin juice. He sat next to her on her bed as they drank in silence. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” James commented. For once in his life, he didn't know how to further a relationship with a witch. He set their mugs on the nightstand and looked over at Gabrielle. The light being emitted from his wand highlighted parts of her hair and casting shadows on the rest. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
James liked to snog. That was one thing Gabrielle had noticed since she had left St. Mungo's. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his tanned neck. (She had also learned that he had spent the summer in Egypt tracking the illegal importing of Wizarding goods). When it came to James Potter, Gabrielle couldn't help herself. She mostly kept the ravenous lust under wraps but tonight...she felt too vulnerable. Her hands moved and found their way to James' shirt and pulled it up and over his head. After all, idle hands were the devil's workshop. The put her pale hands on his chest. She could feel and hear the thud of his heartbeat.
“Gabrielle...” James said, breathlessly. His eyes searched hers. They searched for doubt.
“James.” Gabrielle said as her blue gaze devoured his position on her bed. If her father ever knew...Gabrielle didn't want to think about it. “Are we about to shag?”
James nodded once and Gabrielle pressed her lips to James'. In a matter of minutes their hands were busy again.
Kira Redbane sat up. Insomnia was what bothered her now. Surprisingly she was still in London. The head of the French Auror Office had not contacted her with information to return home or another mission. She was a sitting duck. Her days had been filled with mundane things. She liked living her life on the edge, but living in London was the complete opposite. Kira sometimes caught herself thinking of James. Wasn't much of a shock. James always seemed hard to resist. When she talked to the friends of Teddy and Victoire, they told stories of the girls that tried to obtain James' attention. It was a wondrous effect James had on female race.
“It is a shame I pushed him out after we shagged.” Kira muttered to herself before she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.
“James...James...” Gabrielle said as she shook the man. James opened his eyes and looked up at the well groomed Gabrielle.
“What time is it?” James asked. The sun streaked yellow across Gabrielle's room.
“Its 10 a.m. I let you sleep in.” Gabrielle said with a smile. She was dressed in a white blouse, a black knee-length pleated skirt, and black Oxford shoes. Her hands her folded neatly in her lap and she looked up at him with her big blue eyes that he adored.
“Thanks.” James said. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He smiled at her, “But good morning, beautiful.” He kissed her lips and pulled away. “What did you do this morning?”
“Had breakfast with my father and yours at Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Our fathers talked strategy and spoke to me to ask about you and some other things.” Gabrielle informed him.
“You didn't tell your dad we were together did you?” James asked. He was alert now.
“No.” Gabrielle said slowly. “Of course not.”
“Good. He wouldn't want me shagging his only daughter.” James said with a grin. His jovial expression dropped at the sight of Gabrielle's expression that she was attempting to hide. “What's wrong?”
“You just make it sound bad that we did what we did-”
“It was.” James confirmed.
Gabrielle persisted, “I don't feel it was bad. I'm not ashamed of you James or whatever you think I think of you. I love you.”
James stood and pulled on his clothes. “I know you're not ashamed.” He picked up his wand. And tapped it against his hand without ever looking up at her.
“Then...?” Gabrielle questioned. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“No. Never, Gabrielle.” James said quickly. “I just..”
“You don't love me. You're afraid of commitment. You're a waste of life. You snog or shag anything that is female like a dog that-” Gabrielle stopped her rant just as James apparated out. He was a jerk.