son amour - j. potter

fifteen

"Oi-, that one hurt." James joked, clutching his chest dramatically as if he was having a heart attack.

We finished up in the shower, washing our bodies, fighting over the water, and James's rendition of Somebody to Love, by Queen. He almost broke the shower glass.

I grabbed two towels from the rack, and handed one to James, who was quite enjoying the sight, as I dried myself off before wrapping the towel around my body.

James followed, and wrapped his towel around his waist, shaking his head to flick water droplets on me.

After a smack on the head, James settled down as I put on lotion and did my 'skincare routine'.

Once we reached our bedroom, I quickly looked through the drawers, searching for something to wear. I settled on a pair of leggings, and quickly pulled them on, but was in the mood to hate every single piece of clothing that I owned.

James noticed, and walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my bare waist.

He had put on a pair of grey sweatpants, my absolute favorite, and his bare chest was warm against my back.

"What's wrong?" James asked, kissing me softly on the neck.

I leaned into his embrace, "I don't have anything to wear."

"Wear something of mine." He replied nonchalantly as he fiddled with the strap of my bra.

I turned to look at him, "Really?"

"Yeah," James said as he opened his drawer of the dresser, "You look good in everything, but you look best whenever you're wearing something of mine."

He searched around in the drawer for a moment before he pulled one of his hoodies out.

James proudly held it up, "Perfect."

I took it from James' hands and examined it.

The hoodie was grey, with the Gryffindor crest on the front. I turned the hoodie around to see Potter stitched across the back, with a number 7, in gold lettering.

"I love it." I sighed, standing on my tiptoes to kiss James.

He kissed me back, placing his hands on my hips to pull me closer.

When James and I broke apart from our kiss, he pulled me even closer, into a bear hug. His skin was warm against mine, despite us both having cold wet hair still.

I pulled the hoodie over my head with a smile, making James grin at me.

James pulled a black jumper over his toned body as I brushed through my blonder hair, which was already starting to curl as it dried.

Without even thinking, I spoke, "Our kids would have the curliest, messiest hair ever."

James was silent behind me.

I turned to look at him, realization hitting me about what I truly just said. "Shit, I didn't-"

"Well, I personally think my hair is amazing." James explained. "So I think you mean that our kids would have amazingly perfect hair."

He was sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled thick socks over his feet.

I quickly crossed the room and sat down next to him on the bed.

Taking his hand in mine, I smiled, "Whatever you say, Potter."

• • • • •

The rest of the day passed slowly. All of us were getting bored, but we were either too tired or too hungover to go out and explore.

We were in the middle of an argument about what to have for dinner.