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JAMES‌

“Merlin, I’m a slob sometimes, but I’m not that bad of a slob,” James replied with a shiver as he laughed, pulling a face of his own at the thought of worms slithering around in his bed at Hogwarts. It wasn’t just gross, it would’ve been disgusting. It would’ve killed his reputation of being cool, and that just simply wouldn’t do, but thankfully he’d never had to worry about such an instance. “You want to watch with me? Blimey, you must really love me, to want to watch it with me even though I don’t always have the time,” he murmured, smile pulling at his lips as he studied Francine. He loved that she loved him that much. “Fine, we can watch Gilmore Girls together, but that means no cheating and skipping ahead,” he warned, grinning back at her. “We’ve got to agonizingly slow together. –Merlin, you’ve got loads of things to watch. Stranger Things looks good. As does Sex Education and One Day at A Time. I don’t think I know which ones Dark and Elite are…. Actually, it might be Netflix and chill, but… I think that also means something different. I’m pretty sure the young lads are saying that these days to mean when someone invites someone else over with watching Netflix as the reason but the chill part is them not watching anything really,” James replied with a chuckle. He sighed softly as she kissed him– it ended much too quickly for his taste, but he took what he could get, for now. “There’s never been another woman for me, Longbottom. No man, woman, or beast could ever replace you.” He grinned fondly over at her, before turning back to his food, taking a hearty bite.

“I’d never do such a thing with someone else. Merlin, I haven’t even been with anyone else,” James replied with a chuckle. For as long as he could remember, it’d always been Francine. She was by his side throughout his childhood, and when they started to grow up, she became more than one of his best friends– she was very obviously more than that. She was meant to be his soulmate, his greatest love, and while he’d been an utter fool at one time and broken up with her when things at Hogwarts were tense and he thought himself a noble hero who wanted to protect her, he hadn’t even considered being with anyone else. He had no interest in the other girls he’d gone to school with– or any of the boys, for that matter, since some people seemed to think he and Scorpius Malfoy were secretly in love with each other, much to James’s disgust. “Oh, really? Well, then…. I guess we can both keep that on the table then, for one day,” he murmured awkwardly, chuckling as his cheeks burned red. “Godric, Longbottom– that’s as Fifty Shades I’ll go, please don’t bloody ask me to do terrible things to you, because I think I’d bloody cry.” He wasn’t entirely opposed to things like tying her up, maybe…. though the thought made him flush even more. But physically harming her? It made his skin crawl. “I don’t know. Why does anyone want to kill me? I’m a bloody fantastic person, aren’t I? Funny as hell? Obviously gorgeous as hell. I’m brilliant too, so I check off all the right boxes, I think. Beats me why anyone would want to take me out,” he joked. “As terrible as it would be to die while having sex, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. I mean, it’d be awful, but at least I’d die happy.” He leaned back, already stuffed and too full to each another bite. “Oh, that’s extremely rude, Francine Longbottom. Just for that, I’m not letting you see me in bubbles until your birthday. Two can play at that game, love.” He gave her a teasing smile, leaning back in, elbows on the table as he pushed aside his now empty plate.

“Mmmm, I could easily make the arguement that that’s wrong,” she quipped with an innocent tap to her lips meaning she wasn’t going to cross that threshold. But Francine never dove deep into that kind of thing considering she’d learned that most boys were a little on the dirty side regardless of what they claimed. Even her father had those flaws and he had always been Franny’s main example. “Oh, has it taken you this long to realize that I blood love you? Merlin, Potter, it’s almost as if we haven’t been dating for almost all our lives or anything.” Her tone was heavy in sarcasm as she pulled up her leg and tucked it underneath her thigh. Granted, the girl never chose to count their break up in their timeline of events simply because she chose to forget that ever happened. To her, it was but a glitch in the matrix.

Gasping, she leaned over and placed a hand on his arm, “I would never do such a thing! I would only ever do that with Disney films. You still haven’t seen Toy Story 4 and I’ve seen it like a dozen times.” The girl was about to take a bite of her egg roll as she listened to her boyfriend talk about Netflix, an innocent laugh leaving her lips. “Are you trying to say that we’re not young anymore and can’t go along with young slang? What if I wanted to watch netflix but not actually watch netflix? The audacity.” Finally biting into her egg roll, her green eyes shifted as they watched him closely, the brightest of twinkles expressing nothing but fondness. “Sadly, my cat did replace you once upon a time. She only ever kissed my cheek but it was not the best feeling,” she teased.

“So you say but I’m sure your dreams would say different. I know I’ve definitely had some steamy dreams about Chris Evans in his Captain America costume,” she spoke almost nonchalantly even though her cheeks had slowly transitioned to a light pink of mild embarrassment. But she also couldn’t disagree with him since she’d never been with anyone else either. Had she tried? Maybe. Had she gone on a date or two? Perhaps. Yet, the conclusion had always led to the fact that she couldn’t go forward when her mind only ever compared people to her best friend and love. And no boy wanted that as their competition. Deciding that she had eaten enough food - a little more than half - the girl sat back in her chair as she giggled, “It was a joke, babes. Besides, I’ve never actually seen that movie the entire way through since it makes me feel weird so don’t worry about a thing.”

Bringing her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them before placing her chin against her knees. “You’re guess is as good as mine considering the days where that was a scary possibility are... long behind us. You actually forgot to list humble on that extensive resume so perhaps there’s your answer. ---But it would be so traumatic! For the survivor who had to deal with the dead body, I mean. Imagining explaining that to family at a funeral. ‘oh, it was sudden really’ ‘but how did it happen, franny?’ ‘well, you see... i was on top of him and suddenly things went downhill from there...’” Shaking her head, the girl ruffled her hair to rid herself of the image in her mind. Gasping, the small girl soon sat herself properly before reaching over and placing both hands on his cheeks, “You, James Sirius Potter, are a monster. That’s it. I’m replacing you. You’re no longer the love of my life and Chris Evans has entered this chat.”

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JAMES‌

“Oh yeah? What would stop you from getting in the same bed, hm?” he raised his eyebrows expectantly, pursing his lips to keep from grinning. He liked knowing that there wasn’t much that would’ve kept her away– if he was being honest, nothing could’ve kept him away from getting into her bed, except for that pesky rule about no boys being allowed in the girls’ dormitories. Thankfully they were all grown up now and there was nothing to keep them from sharing his bed– or hers, anymore. He couldn’t help but smile, his brown eyes soft as he looked across at her. “Oi. That’s bloody nice, Longbottom. But you don’t have to do that. Lorelai and Rory will be waiting for me when I get the chance to watch– I don’t want you to stop watching for me. –What’s on your list? Maybe there’s some things we can watch together. If you come over and stay with me more often. Or I come over here and stay with you more often. We can watch mindless telly and netflix and cuddle, as the kids say these days.” He sighed in contentment as she pinched at his jaw, starting to lean in to bring his lips to hers, but she was pulling away before he could get far, leaving him hanging. He blinked and frowned at her, grumbling under his breath. “Can’t a man kiss his girl without her pulling away all the time? Merlin–” His neck began to redden at her words, making him splutter. “I– Merlin, Fran. I can barely keep up with you. As if I need another life and another woman to keep me interested.” He shook his head, cheeks still red. “I haven’t had shower sex before,” he mumbled. “But from what I’ve seen in– y’know, movies and programs– falling and getting hurt while attempting shower sex seems to be a problem. Not that I’d be opposed to trying. Shower sex, or bath sex,” he admitted, his face heating up even more still. She was torturing him. He usually referred to her as an angel, but now he was sure of it– she had to be a demon and her purpose in life was to torture him by any means possible. Which included making him imagine certain scenarios and getting him to blush and stutter like a bloody idiot. “You sure you’re not trying to kill me? Because it feels like you are. Death by being turned on by my girlfriend– it’s an interesting way to go. You mustn’t tell the press though– can you imagine if my parents found out? Or worse– Lily and Al? Or even worse– my entire family? Merlin, my cousins would never let me live it down. They’d haunt me, instead of ghost me doing the haunting.” He shook his head, laughing to himself. “As if I’d allow myself to die before our bubble bath. I’m stupid, but not that stupid. It’d be a nice way to go, though. The last thing I ever see being you covered in bubbles?” James whistled. “I’m not missing that.”

"Probably worms? You know I’m not the biggest fan of anything slimey and worms would have definitely made me double think our relationship as well as my own sanity for dating someone who had worms in his bed,” she told him, head bobbing to one side as she spoke with sincerity but a part of her knew that if she had ever actually experienced that it wouldn’t have hindered their relationship at all. Would she have been disgusted? Of course. But that was something that could be fixed with the flick of the wand so her stress would have vanished in moments. “But I want to watch it with you!” She soon exclaimed, a little pout forming on her lips in protest but then it faded as he spoke about what could be on her watch list. “I have a lot of nonsense of my list, if we’re being honest. That I remember I have sex education, one day at a time, stranger things, dark, elite... and some romantic movie about this girl that writes letters to lads she likes but never sends them. It looked super cute. You say that as if we don’t already spend a lot of time over at each others places. I’m surprised nobody has asked us if we’re ever going to live together yet. --Wait... isn’t it Netflix and chill? Or does that mean something else?” Her head tilted back in mock defiance, biting her lip in the process to avoid a laugh that was threatening to come out, “Well, if you really claim that there’s no other woman then I guess you can have all the kisses you want. I’m going to choose to believe you this time, James Sirius Potter.” Her tone, however, was nothing but playful as she leaned over, gently pressing her lips against the corner of his own.

Choosing to look down at her food, she could feel a warmth spreading on her cheeks as the conversation on shower or bath sex progressed while she distractedly mixed her food with the provided fork. She’d come to terms with her interest in sex a long time ago but it was hard for Francine not to get shy after a certain point since she knew she’d just be awkward and shy in the moment itself. “Oh, I’m glad you haven’t considering that would involve you having dating someone else and I would have been very jealous if they got to experience that with you and I was robbed of the moment,” she teased, biting down on her bottom lip as she stabbed a piece of meat with her fork, “I’m not opposed to trying either, just throwing that out there. Very fifty shades of grey -- not that I’ve seen them all because one was more than enough but... you know.” A bright laugh escaped her lips as she waved around the piece of chicken she had on her fork, pointing it in his direction, “Why on earth would I want to kill you? But death by being turned on by your girlfriend sounds better than death by boner or death during actual sex. Can you imagine being in the middle of it and suddenly you’re like welp time to die? It’s... yikes.” Her nose scrunched at him, a smile looming on her lips as she took a bite of her food, head shaking in the process as she chewed. “I feel like I should now reserve Fran A La Bubbles for your birthday since you’re so excited and I’m feeling extra rude,” she told him after she swallowed.

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JAMES‌

“It would’ve been too embarrassing to bear,” James murmured in reply with a wide grin. “Cookie crumbs, pie crumbs…. you would’ve never wanted to get in my bed again.” He leaned back in his chair as he finished chewing, swallowing hard because he always took too big of a bite and literally bit off more than he could chew. “There’s just so much to do sometimes– but I’m going to hold you to that. I miss the misadventures of Lorelai and Rory,” he mused fondly, shooting Francine a goofy smile as she crossed an ‘x’ over her heart. As she reached across the table to brush against his cheek, his heart took off racing, beating double time; he was still as weak for her as he’d always been, still a completely lovesick puppy who adored when she touched him and gave him any sort of attention and affection. “Mmm, I’m going to have to disagree with you there; while a shower might fit two people better, there’s a big risk for slipping and falling and ending up ruining a perfectly good mood.” He took a bite of his eggroll and wagged his brow at her. “I’m sure there’s a charm for such occasions. We can light some candles, add plenty of bubbles…..” At the thought of her, naked– well, he was speechless for a moment, completely overtaken by the thought. When he could speak again, his voice was hoarse, his expression on his face almost pained. “Merlin, I think you’re trying to kill me.” It wasn’t as if it would be the first time he’d be seeing her without clothes on, but he was a living, breathing male in love with his beautiful girlfriend– he’d be crazy if he didn’t get excited still after all this time.

"I’m pretty sure that there would have been a lot of things worse than food crumbs that would have stopped me from getting in the same bed as you. Especially considering the fact that with a wave of the wand those would disappear in an instant,” she commented in a matter of fact manner because even back then she would have found some sort of loophole. There was always one, she’d discovered. When they both had chosen rather hectic career paths, she didn’t quite disagree with her boyfriend in the slightest which was why she chose to say, “Lorelai and Rory will be waiting for you ‘cause I’m going to stop watching until the day that you have time to sit down and watch with me. I can always watch something else since my list is forever growing thanks to everyone’s grade A recs.” Her nose scrunched playfully at his words, using her fingers to just pinch at the skin just under his jaw gently before leaning back in her chair, “You know, you talk like a man that has had shower sex before and I certainly don’t recall such a thing. Are you living a secret life I’m unaware of, Mr. Potter?” She paused, faking a gasp and placing a hand on her chest, “Am I the other woman? Merlin, who would have thought I’d sink this low for the love of a man.” It didn’t take much for Francine to notice how he’d gone speechless to her words but that was the whole point. She played into the look of innocence perfectly as she just continued to eat quietly. That is, until his words made her let out a laugh, “If I was trying to kill you I would have said that you’d have to see me strip very slowly but I didn’t so I am not to blame if you become a ghost! You’re also not allowed to die anyways so if you break that rule now just because of a simple bubble bath I’m going to be very annoyed with you forever and ever.”

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J‌AMES

“Both. I used to eat in bed at Hogwarts all the time. That’s the real reason we never made out in my bed, you would’ve gotten crumbs all over you,” he joked. “Eating in bed isn’t nearly as sexy as movies make it seem.” He munched on his bite of food, quickly since it was still very hot thanks to a nifty charm he kept up his sleeve for such occasions, and looked to her as she spoke, a little jealous that she spent the day in bed doing nothing– he wished he could’ve been there with her. “It sounds like a great day– I’m not going to even pretend I’m not jealous.” He’d get a day off in a couple of days, at least, but usually he went to the Burrow to visit the family he didn’t see during the week, or caught up on paperwork. It was rare he actually got to rest and do nothing. “I wish I could’ve been there. I love a good episode of Gilmore Girls.” He’d gotten sucked into the drama of Lorelai and Rory Gilmore after spending countless hours watching it with Francine when they were younger and he had more time. As they stared into each other’s eyes, her hand coming to his cheek, he sighed softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “It was a long day.” That about summed it up. “–Is that an invitation, Longbottom?” he asked, opening his eyes again to give her a playful smirk, reaching up to take her wrist in his hand, turning his face and pressing his lips against her palm. “I wouldn’t say no to a bath with you. Or to face masks. Just saying.” He offered a cheeky grin.

Letting out a playful gasp, a hand went onto her chest at his words, “No way? Merlin, am I glad that I never tried to convince you otherwise because it would have been a bloody nightmare to pick out crumbs from my hair just because you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” she teased. Her hand dropped away then as she grabbed her own egg roll and bit into it slowly before setting it down right on top of her rice but not without making a face as the heat forced her to open her mouth slightly as if it would help cool it down. “I would say that you could do nothing on your next day off but I sometimes forget that it’s not even in your vocabulary,” she remarked with a moments pause before adding, “Hey, don’t worry about it because we can have a whole day dedicated to doing nothing but watching Gilmore Girls soon enough. I can promise you that, cross my heart,” like clockwork, a finger made an ‘x’ over her heart as the determination of making that day actually happen set in. Even on his days off he was busy but she hoped her persuasive tactics would work in her favor this time around. Nationally, a playful roll of the eyes quickly followed after his question, fingers wiggling as they gently brushed at his cheek. Or attempted to. “Oh, it was definitely an invitation,” she spoke casually, “I mean, I feel like showers would be better for two people but with a bit of finesse, I’m sure we could make the bath big enough for the two of us to fit comfortable. And you get to see me naked so what could be better than that?”

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JAMES‌

James paused for a moment, giving her question a thought, before letting out a grumble and rolling his eyes at her. “Eating Chinese in bed though, is not as fun as you might think. Egg roll flakes get everywhere, you can’t properly eat rice or noodles– it would be a bloody mess. I’ll have to pick up something easier to eat next time,” he mumbled before taking a big bit of beef and broccoli. “Did you enjoy your day off?” He looked up from his plate, and over to the girl beside him. Setting down his fork, he leaned over and gently lifted her face to his, placing a kiss on the corner of her lips, returning the greeting from a moment before.

His words had Francine blinking in mild surprise when she hadn’t exactly expected him to speak about it from experience. “I feel like I should be concerned over the fact that you already know what that’s like but I also feel like I shouldn’t be this surprised because it is you. Gimme all the details; was this before or after you moved to your own place?” She teased lightheartedly as she watched him eat for a moment, smiling before turning back to her own food as she began with a small piece of chicken opposed to taking his route. “Oh, definitely! I didn’t do anything except lay in bed and watch Netflix for a good portion of the day. I kept telling myself to go shower and change but I just couldn’t stop myself from hitting next episode whenever it popped up when I finished an episode of Gilmore Girls. I’m a real catch, I know,” she joked as she mixed her food together slowly. A loving smile crept across her lips at his little kiss, head tilting to one side as she took in his exhaustion. “How ‘bout you, love? You look like you could use a face mask and a bath full of lavender bath bombs,” she said as her hand extended, gently cupping his cheek as her thumb grazed against his skin.

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JAMES

“I’ve brought dinner,” James announced as he let himself into Francine’s flat, his hands full with bags of Chinese food. Not bothering to locate her, he set the food on the table, quickly making himself at home as he shed his cloak, quickly unfastening the buttons of his uniform, leaving him looking very disheveled and exhausted. He began pulling out cartons of the food, quickly seating himself as he waited for Franny to appear, no doubt on her way after hearing that dinner was on the table. Unable to help himself, or his growling belly, he reached for an eggroll, taking a hearty bite. “Oi, Longbottom– there won’t be any food left if you don’t come out,” he called out. “I got your favorite.”

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The words sounded distant as Francine rolled to her side slightly, covered in a mess of blankets as she tried to catch up on as much sleep as possible since she finally had a day off in what felt like weeks. She obviously couldn’t sleep 24 hours straight but she was determined at least avoid getting out of bed as much as possible. A plan that came crashing down when the voice persisted coupled with the loud rumbling in her stomach. Groaning, she kicked the blankets aside as bare feet hit the floor, "I’m coming,” she finally called back as a high pitched yawn escaped her whilst she fixed her t-shirt and sweatpants. Shuffling her way out of her bedroom and towards the dining table, Francine stopped directly behind James to place her hands on his shoulders before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting. Plopping down into the chair beside his, she finally said, “It would have been a lot easier for you if you had just brought it to my room, you know. Cause think about it,” she told him, opening her carton to reveal the sesame chicken within, “If you had actually eaten my food, who would have had to go and get me more?”