The four of us stumbled out of the club at three in the morning. Sirius was on the verge of blacking out, his arm over Remus's shoulders. James was extremely hyper and kept twirling me as we stumbled down the street. As for me, the alcohol had overtaken my senses and I felt everything.

I was in pure bliss and we stumbled to the Floo down the block, despite the fact that my feet were killing me and that I was exhausted.

We were all laughing as we took turns using the Floo Network to get home.

I went first, followed by James, followed by Remus and Sirius because the latter was completely incoherent from the mass amounts of firewhiskey.

"Don't drink any more tonight," Remus announced as he dragged Sirius up the stairs, "Don't do anything stupid!"

Sirius, who was on the brink of passing out, saluted us as the two boys disappeared up the stairs.

I stumbled over to the record player and sifted through the vinyls until I settled on the one I was looking for.

Let's Get it On, by Marvin Gaye.

The record was static as the vinyl spun and the music started.

James was stumbling around the living room dancing by himself to no music.

I've been really tryin', baby

Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long

His head shot up as the music echoed through the foyer and he smiled.

"Dance with me, darling."

I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around James' neck. He wrapped his arms around my body as we swayed to the music.

And if you feel like I feel, baby

Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon, whoa

James tilted my jaw up, stroking his thumb across my cheek while his other hand was pressed against the small of my back.

His lips met mine, and even in my state of intoxication, it still felt right. It felt like he was the only person for me, and I was the only person for him.

I would kiss him for the rest of my life if I could.

My lips parted against his, and our tongues danced together with the firewhiskey.

James pulled away from the kiss, caressing my face. I allowed myself to melt at his touch, leaning my head against his warm hand.

"I wish we didn't have to go back to Hogwarts." James whispered.

My eyes fluttered, meeting his hazel ones. "I wish we could stay here forever."

James smiled softly, "Maybe we can-, once we're done with school. I like Paris."

"Us? Like just us?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, ideally."

I kissed him again until both of us were breathless and smiling.

James twirled me to the music before pulling me back into his arms.

We danced until the music stopped, static emitting as the vinyl spun around and around. I was about to go flip it to Side B, but James pulled me back.

"Come on, love, let's get you to bed."

I rolled my eyes; I would stay up all night dancing and talking with James, but I complied and let his lead me upstairs to our bedroom.

After stumbling up the stairs, trying to be quiet, James and I flung open the door to our bedroom while laughing our arses off for no particular reason.

James kicked his shoes off and took off his shirt as he changed into pajamas.

I looked-, no, stared at him. He was gorgeous, built like a Greek god, handsome, hilarious, and respectful. James Potter is perfect.

"My eyes are up here." James teased as he pulled a pair of pajama pants out of the dresser.

I stuck my tongue out at him, before walking over to the dresser to find pajamas.

James quickly changed out of his clothes, and into his pajamas, which consisted of black plaid pajama pants and no shirt.

"Unzip me?" I asked as I lifted my hair out of the way.

He stepped closer and unzipped my dress, his fingers lingering on the small of my back.

I turned around and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Thanks, mon amour."

James watched as I rifled through my drawer, looking for something to wear to bed. He gently moved me to the side and opened his drawer of clothes, pulling out one of his jumpers for me to wear.

I took it from his hands with a smile and quickly slipped out of my dress as I pulled the blue jumper over my head. It was big on me, so I decided against pajama pants, and it smelled amazing. The jumper smelled just like James, it smelt like home.

After we were both in our pajamas, James and I got into bed, pulling the thick duvet up.

James wrapped his arms around my body as I leaned my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and his breathing.

"Goodnight, love." James muttered as he placed a kiss on my head.

I smiled up at him and kissed him, "Goodnight, darling."

James smiled back and we both settled in for the night. His breathing steadied out, and the sound of his heartbeat lulled me right to sleep.

• • • • •

I didn't wake up until well into the morning, and into the early afternoon.

The midday sun shone into the bedroom brightly, making me stir. As soon as it registered that I was awake, the pounding in my head began.

I groaned as I opened my eyes, shielding them from the sun-, which was far too bright, hangover or not. It's bloody January, for Merlin's sake.

James began to move around as I woke up.

Ever since we started sleeping together, the two of us would wake up right around the same time. It was almost like an alarm going off in the other's head. We didn't even have to wake each other up.

His arms tightened around my midriff as the sunlight pulled him out of sleep.

James' hazel eyes opened, and he smiled at me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Good morning-," James looked out the window, "More like afternoon."

I huffed, "Good morning."

"Hungover?"

"Yes, and you're not?"

James smirked, "I am James Potter, I simply just don't get hangovers."

I hit James' arm playfully, "You're an idiot."

"And you are in a pleasant mood."

I rolled my eyes, "I need coffee and breakfast, then I will perfectly happy."

James got up from the bed and pulled a t-shirt on, leaving only the warmth of where he once was. He opened the bedroom door, "Coffee and breakfast coming right up, love."

He shot me a wink as he closed the door behind him.

I flopped back in bed with a sigh, I never was a morning person, and I always had the worst hangovers. James, on the other hand, has never had a hangover in his goddamn life. He sleeps in late but is always cheery whenever he woke up.

After laying in bed for a few minutes, I finally pulled myself out of the warm bed as I slipped my slippers on my feet. I grabbed a pair of my pajama pants and slid them on, quickly tying a bow as I left the bedroom.

I made my way to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and messily braided my hair.

Godric, I feel like shit.

I slowly walked down the stairs, my head pounding harder as voices echoed throughout the main floor as two people spoke in the kitchen.

James and Remus were working together to make breakfast as I walked into the kitchen.

There was a pot of coffee, already made, on the counter with my mug sitting next to it.

Remus smiled at me, "Good morning, sunshine."

"Fuck off." I muttered as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

He laughed as he turned his attention back to cooking.

James chuckled, "I see you are still in a perfectly splendid mood."

"Fuck you."

He looked me directly in the eyes, "You already have, darling."

I held up my middle finger, making James and Remus laugh even harder.

After the pounding in my skull dulled, and my coffee mug was empty, I spoke up again. "Where's Padfoot?"

Remus smirked, "Sleeping, I'm surprised he's even alive."

"His liver is going to go to shit." I joked.

James took a seat next to me at the kitchen island, "Most likely."

We made small talk for a bit before Remus announced that breakfast was ready. I sighed, my stomach was grumbling and threatening to make me throw up if I didn't eat anything soon.

I quickly dished eggs and sausage onto my plate, along with a variety of fruit, and a second cup of coffee.

There was a hoot from an owl, interrupting my peaceful breakfast, and making the throbbing in my head speed up.

Bloody owl.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Jolie's owl, but someone completely unexpected.

Remus looked up from the table, his eyes darting to the owl outside the window then back to James. He coughed, "Prongs, why is your parents' owl here?"

I practically spat out my coffee.

James quickly stood up and opened the window, allowing Fleamont and Euphemia's owl to fly in. He flew through the kitchen and landed in the middle of the kitchen island, dropping parchment as he did.

I spotted the Daily Prophet and quickly grabbed it from the table.

My eyes scanned the paper, falling onto the headline.

Potter's New Girl?

I scoffed at the title but kept reading.

On New Year's eve, James Potter, son of Fleamont and Euphemia, and heir to the Potter fortune was spotted getting cozy with fellow pureblood, Daphne Beaufort, in the streets of Paris.

Miss Beaufort has been quite popular recently and was suspected to be in a relationship with Sirius Black, former heir to the Black fortune, but witnesses report this is no longer the class.

Potter and Beaufort, pictured left, were spotted along the streets in a popular wizarding neighborhood in Paris around eight at night. They were seen with their friends, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black,
as they headed into one of the nightclubs.

The two teens were seen kissing, holding hands, and cozying up to one another as they made their short walk to their destination.

Did Beaufort and Black end badly? Were they never together at all?

All we know is that Beaufort and Potter are most definitely together.

I looked at the picture to the left and saw that it was a picture of James and I, on the sidewalk, kissing. Rolling my eyes, I passed the paper to Remus and looked up at James.

He was scanning his eyes over a letter from his parents, pacing the kitchen as he did so.

"Stop pacing, you're making me nervous." I mumbled, taking a sip of my coffee.

James returned to his seat beside me, "I guess the plan worked, and no we don't have to break the news that we're dating to anyone."

I grinned, "Rita's a bitch-, but she sure does get an article out quick."

"My parents wrote to me."

I gulped, "Bloody hell, they probably hate you."

James scoffed, "Mum loves you, and dad always liked it when you came to visit."

"What'd they say then?"

James handed me the letter, "Mum was quite excited."

James,

Your father and I saw the Daily Prophet this morning, and all I can say is congratulations! I always knew that you and Daphne would make a great couple, especially because you always talked about her. Though I wish you would've told us, instead of that awful woman, Rita Skeeter.

Tell Daphne we say hi, and let her know that she is more than welcome to spend the summer with us. Treat her well, see you at the Easter holidays.

Love,
Mum

I set the letter down and smiled at James, "You talk to your mum about me?"

"I may or may not have written his several letters when I realized that I fancied you."

I kissed James, "Your parents are too sweet."

The sound of footsteps could be heard against the wooden floors as Sirius walked into the kitchen. His grey eyes surveyed the room, looking at the owl, the Prophet, and all of our faces.

"What'd I miss?"