Forbidden fruit || James Sirius Potter love story

5 - i'm not touching him!

Hey guys, I just wanted you to know that I'm not from english speaking country, so if there are any grammar mistakes, I'm sorry

I was sitting by the Black Lake when I heard Aiden talking behind me. "Hey princess, you're alright?" He sat next to me.

"Yeah, he just pissed me off." I said.

"You sure? If there's something you want to talk about-"

"I am fine, Aiden." I snapped.

"Okay, we should go back, don't you think?" He suggested. I just nodded and together we headed back to the castle.

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"That looks good, Am!" I said with excitement when she showed me the invitations.

"Glad you like it." She smiled.

"You really helped us." I thanked her. Her smile got wider.

"Guess what." She said completely randomly.

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Lorcan invited me to Hogsmeade." She said excited.

"Really?" I tried to sound surprised.

"Yeah, I'm so happy, you'll have to help me with the outfit." I love to see her so happy.

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"So do you have the cookies?" Potter asked.

"No... of course I have them, I'm not stupid, dumbass." I rolled my eyes.

He sighed. "Ok, now we have to find h- oh, he's right there." He pointed at the end of a hallway. "Go." He slightly pushed me.

"Don't touch me." I hissed and started walking to Filch, oh Merlin. "Good evening, mister Filch." I greeted him. He looked at me weirdly. "Ehm, I'm giving cookies to every professor as an apology for my behavior, so if you want one, you can take it." I handed him the plate with cookies.

He looked at it with doubt, but he eventually took one. "Thank you." After he said that, he fell on the ground.

"Potter!" I called him. He came right to me. "Take his hair." I demanded. He looked at me if I'm being serious. "What? I'm not touching him, he's way bellow my class." I crossed my arms. "Plus his hair are greasy." I wrinkled my nose.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" He looked at me with hope. I gave him a stern look. "Fine! I'll do it." He finally gave up.

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We went to the girl's bathroom on the second floor. No one goes there, because of Moaning Myrtle.

"How many invitations do we have?" He asked. "Something about a hundred plus four big ones to common rooms." I answered.

"Cool." He grinned.

We started making the potions.

"What are you doing in my bathroom?!" I heard the annoying voice that belongs to Myrtle.

"Making potion, I know you're dead, but i didn't know you were also blind." I snapped at her.

"Don't be mean!" She started crying.

"Merlin, she's annoying." Potter whispered.

"Yeah, you're basically twins." I smirked at him.

"Rude." He muttered. "Don't take that personally, she is mean to everyone." He tried to comfort her.