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Harry woke up first, the feeling of another person nuzzling their head into his neck was one that greatly confused him, and his eyes snapped open in fear of his father attempting to prank him in some way (as he had done many times.)
The fire thing he saw was a flash of ginger hair, and it was only then that he realised Charlotte Lupin was cuddled up to him, his arms around her body and her breathing shallow.
A grin immediately grew on his face, Charlotte Lupin was cuddled up to him.
She looked so peaceful, so relaxed, as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong. In Harry's eyes, the girl lying next to him looked perfect. The girl that was lying next to him was quite literally, the girl he was falling for.
The house was still silent, it couldn't have been any later then five am, and so he pulled the blanket that had dropped to the floor back over her, and closed his eyes, falling back to sleep with a smile on his face.
A few hours went by, and soon enough, James and Sophia had entered the room. Well, James had dragged his daughter in, bribing her with waffles for breakfast.
"Remind me why we're doing this?" Sophia said to her dad. She was already dressed and ready for the day, her hair dead straight falling down her back, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with jewellery decorating her body.
"Because, Charlotte made me go bald and everyone saw it!"
"For a day," Sophia reminded him.
"Potter hair is a very precious thing, Phia," he said in a low voice. "Now we have to be quiet, Lottie has a er...sixth sense...very good ears, y'know?"
"No?"
"Well...go along with it!" James sighed glancing towards his son, "poor Harry, we're making him suffer."
"Let him," Sophia said quickly, "he always leaves my door open!"
James rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "teenagers."
"Come on then," Sophia sighed, "if they're stroppy, it's your fault."
"Uh, no!"
"Uh, yes! I'm not taking the blame!"
"We'll blame your mum," James decided, raising the pans in his hand, "on three."
"One,"
"Two,"
"Three!"
From there, it was chaos. The sound of pots and pans smashing together rung around Potter manor, and both Harry and Lottie shot up.
"What the fuck?" Harry groaned, a protective arm around Charlotte, who was blushing furiously through the noise.
"James!" She cried, wincing at the sound.
"Rise and shine!" He said in a sing-song voice, still banging the pots and pans, "off the sofa little lovers, it's breakfast time!"
"Dad! It's seven am!"
"Breakfast time!" He waved a pot in the air encouragingly, "up! Up! Up!"
"James Potter!" A stern voice called out.
James and Sophia shared a look.
"There's an angry ginger coming!" He whispered.
He glanced from the door where Lily was coming, and back at Charlotte.
"Two angry gingers in one room," he shuddered, "run."
"I said see if they're awake and if they are, see if they want breakfast!" Lily cried, "not wake the whole house up!"
"I must've misheard!" James called out as he ran past, "it was Phia's fault!"
"Hey!" Sophia shouted, darting after him, "this was your idea!"
Lily looked towards Harry and Charlotte, her face softening. "You can go back to sleep if you want, just let me know when you're hungry!"
"Thanks Lily," Lottie said gratefully.
"Oh! Charlotte your grandad went home, we said we'd drop you home later on, is that okay?"
"Perfect."
Lily nodded, leaving the two teenagers alone again.
"Sorry about him," Harry mumbled, his voice slightly croaky as he had just woken up.
That was something she could get used to; Harry Potters's morning voice.
"It's okay," she smiled, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she looked down at the hand that was still wrapped around her waist.
She looked back up at him, and his focus was already on her. Those beautiful emerald green eyes were staring at her with adoration and a hint of cockiness.
There was brief moment, it was so very slight yet Harry got his hopes up anyway, where he thought she was going to kiss him.
Where he wanted her to kiss him.
She didn't though. Instead, she leant back against the sofa, tucking a strand of her behind her ear.
Charlotte may have wanted to kiss him, but she didn't for multiple reasons.
One, because she hadn't brushed her teeth.
Second of all, a part of her knew she and Harry couldn't date. Not yet, anyway.
There was still so much he didn't know. He didn't know she was a werewolf. He didn't fully understand the situation with Remus. He didn't know her as well as he could do. As much as she liked him, she knew there was still so much distance between the two of them that had to be changed before she did anything.
Another thing was, Harry probably didn't even want her to kiss him.
"Does he do that often?" She asked.
"Nope, he did it especially for you," Harry chuckled, laying back next to her, their knuckles grazing one another. "Did you sleep well?"
"I did," Charlotte nodded, the sofas were surprisingly comfortable to sleep on. "Did you?"
"Yeah, although that party was quite loud, I don't think anyone went to sleep until late."
"Probably not," Charlotte shrugged, the party seemed pretty lively when she and Harry had fallen asleep.
"Probably not," he confirmed with a sigh.
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The rest of the day was quite uneventful. Kaycie, Lucas and Sophia had all made an appearance at lunch time, and everyone sat on the grass in the garden eating sandwiches.
"Stop giving me the death glare," Sophia said to her brother, who seemed to have been glaring at her the past few minutes.
"You woke us up with pots and pans." He said in a grumpy tone, at seven in the morning!"
"Quite iconic, isn't it?" She winked.
Harry rolled his eyes, glancing at Lottie who was talking quietly to Kaycie.
"Not at all."
"I think it is," Kaycie pitched in, "shame you didn't have a camera. I bet Lottie's face was priceless!"
"I'm just glad the noise didn't wake me up," said Lucas.
"I second that!" Kaycie nodded, "I probably would've beaten someone around the head with a pan..."
"Something I should've done," Harry said.
"Now that would be entertaining," Lucas laughed, "no offence, Soph."
"Oi!" She stuck her tongue out at Lucas as she turned the page of her book.
Lottie admired Sophia's love for reading. She noticed how different Harry and Sophia were. In ways, Harry was more like Lily, although they had the same cocky demeanor. Sophia was quite similar to James, she clearly had a mischievous streak like he did, although she seemed more calm and quiet like her mother.
"So Kaycie, you're starting at Hogwarts this year, right?" Lucas asked.
"Yup, just after the Christmas holidays." She nodded.
"That's an odd time to start," said Sophia.
"Well, I blame the old bags." Kaycie shrugged.
"Who?" Laughed Harry, who was picking at the grass.
"She doesn't like Dumbledore and Madame Maxine." Charlotte grinned.
"Oh," Harry frowned, "I quite like Dumbledore."
"The mans dodgy, I'm telling you he has some kind of controlling issues!" Cried Kaycie.
"Really? I think he's alright!" Lucas said. "Bit loopy though, s'pose it comes with the old age."
"Nope, he's a weird one," Kaycie shook her head, "when Lottie- I mean...he makes decisions that only benefit him, or make him look good, that is what I call dodgy."
Harry quirked an eyebrow at the Lottie half of the sentence, although he couldn't figure out what Kaycie had meant to say.
"What kind of decisions?" He asked.
"Lots of them," Kaycie shrugged, "he's just strange...and needs a hair cut. Do you think he ever braids that beard?"
"No," they all replied in unison.
"He should do."
The others all laughed, spending the rest of their lunch time enjoying the summer and listening to Kaycie discuss her hatred for Albus Dumbledore.
A/N
This was short but I'm ill so thats my excuse lmaoao
Okay tysm for all the votes, views and comments, you guys literally make my day omg
Qotd:
WTF DO U GUYS LEARN IN HISTORY BC I KNOW WHAT THEY LEARN IN THE UK BUT IM SO INTRIGUED AS TO WHAT OTHER COUNTRIES LEARN LIKE DO U LEARN ABOUT GERMANY AND WAR OR WHAT ???
And another cos why not: least favourite book trope?
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