IN RUINS- James Potter

chapter sixty seven

Something in the broom closet sparked the intimacy with Nora and James; almost giddier, could barley be away from one another, looking at each other with such lust and passion it almost scared Nora of how she always felt like she was flying. A smile was always on her face, scaring her peers around her, never seeing this before.

She couldn't take her eyes away from James sometimes— and vise versa, when it was the end of class, they couldn't take their hands off each other. It was all innocent mind you, James open for whatever Nora wanted, knowing he was the first person she's ever been with.

For some people it was refreshing for Nora to be this happy, knowing she's been through a lot, but for others it was concerning in case she were to get her heart broken, but she didn't care in the moment, being able to be with James.

The brunette never realized how popular abandoned classrooms or broom closets really were if people wanted to snog, curious as to how James knew, not asking any questions of the sort.

James was close to taking off his shirt for Nora a few times, loving how it always made her legs weak, not being able to take her eyes off of him, distracting him at quidditch practise.

Sitting and watching James come onto the pitch with a stupid grin on his face, Nora couldn't take her eyes off of him, biting her lip.

"In-love-with- James says what?" Atticus asked, Nora snapping out of looking at James and furrowing. "What?" She asked. Nora almost forgot Atticus was with her, grimacing for a second.

"As I was saying," Atticus cleared his throat, Nora turning to focus on the lad, apologizing. "I don't know what you and four eyes are doing, but he has looked at you the past two weeks after we agreed he would stop looking at you for the sake of saving your relationship from your brother." He informed.

Nora couldn't believe it was already two weeks, feeling it as if it was just five minutes, shocked. "What did you two do?" Atticus asked, seeing some type of glow on her. "We haven't done anything, just snogging."

"Nora you have the same look when Theo comes back after shagging a girl— oh god you didn't.... did you?" 

"WHAT?? No! Never." Nora squeaked out, pinching the bridge of her nose. "If I couldn't even kiss the lad two months ago, you think I would go for the main prize?" Nora asked, Atticus mumbling an apology for that.

"Was a good question." He shrugged, looking at her as Nora still didn't say. "Okay fine, if you must know," the brunette said, Atticus coming a little closer as Nora death stared him for a minute.

"Honestly, something just happened, one minute we're in the library, next minute... in a broom closet. But James was so different, and it was purely snogging, nothing more nothing less." Nora described as much as she could, Atticus realizing what this was.

"Well good for you, and I'm assuming you know how to snog now too?" The lad asked, Nora giggling a little. "He's a very good teacher." She teased, Atticus pretending to vomit, earning a hit to the stomach.

"I had to hear you and McDonald all the time, only fair you hear a snippet." Nora told him, putting her hand out. "We both still tell each other things like this, no matter the details." She told him, their hands being shook.

"You regret shaking on it don't you?"  Atticus asked Nora, knowing their experiences are going to be different from one another. "Maybe." Nora mumbled, a chuckle especially Atticus' mouth.

Beginning to stand up from the bench, Nora and Atticus saw the way James lifted his shirt, both shocked as they didn't move for a second. "Bloody hell." The two said in sync, two different ways of saying it: one mesmerized and the other bored of it.