son amour - j. potter

twelve

"Wake up."

I was being shaken awake by none other than James Potter. His lean body was propped up on his elbows as he shook me awake. I groaned and attempted to push him off of me, but failed.

"Stop being a grinch, it's Christmas."

I sighed and turned to look at him.

James was wide awake despite the lack of sun outside the windows. It was still dark out.

"What time is it?"

"Seven."

"Why the bloody hell did you wake me up then?" I mumbled as I rolled out from under James' body.

He furrowed his brows at me, "Because it's Christmas, and I'm excited."

I sat up in bed and ran my hand through my hair.

The four of us had stayed up until one in the morning decorating, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. When we finally ended up going our separate ways to go to bed, James and I stayed up for another hour talking-, with a bit of kissing.

"What now?" I whispered as my lips left his.

James tilted my chin up, "You be my girlfriend. If-, if you would like." He stuttered.

I let out a small laugh.

"Of course I do."

James let out a breath that he didn't even know he had been holding.

"Good, I'm glad."

I was in a good mood-, all things considered, but the lack of sleep was going to be the death of me.

James climbed out of bed and practically dragged me along with him.

I pulled my warm robe over my pajamas before leaving the room, with James trailing behind me, to the bathroom.

We both brushed our teeth and James tried to make conversation with me but I was in no mood. I hadn't had my coffee yet and was a bit pissed about getting woken up too early for my liking.

"You're very cheery this morning."

I stopped my brush halfway through my hair and glared at James. He seemed to wither under my gaze.

"You woke me up by jumping on me and it's still dark outside-"

"It's Christmas, you'll be happy when you see what I got you."

I rolled my eyes, "You get to make the coffee then."

James gave me a kiss on the forehead, "Gladly, mon amour."

I stood up on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. His hand traveled to the small of my back and he pulled me closer to him.

Everything with James felt easy. Like the last puzzle piece fitting into place. I didn't have to worry that he would leave me or that he would end up hating me because we've known each other since we were eleven. When we were lanky and awkward, and we still stuck together through everything.

When we broke away from our kiss, he pulled me into a hug before we trudged down the seemingly never-ending stairs.

The house was quiet aside from the fire crackling in the fireplace, and the faint noises coming from the kitchen.

I followed James into the kitchen to see Sirius attempting to make coffee.

He turned as he heard our footsteps on the floor.