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lightofdayeTitle: Discretion
Rating: Hard R
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/OFC, Albus Severus, Ginny
Word Count: 3 x 100
Content: Teenagers having sex. (17 years old)
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:James' friend has always stayed in his room during summer...
A/n: Written for prompt # 168 of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_nextgen100: "In The Garden".
Christina Warrens sat perched on the end of James Sirius Potter’s bed reading a book the same way she had done so many times over the last few years both at Hogwarts and all five of their previous summer holidays. James was stretched out next to her leaning on the headboard.
Some other things had changed in the last few years though. Chrissie saw James watching her and she put down her book.
“Where’s your parents James?” she said with a smile.
“In the garden, I think.”
She rolled forward, arms either side of James, face close to his.
“Excellent.”
-
Al glared at his mother as she headed inside with a basket of dry laundry.
“If I’m not allowed to invite Zoe around, how come James has his girlfriend in his room?”
“Don’t be silly, Al,” Ginny said. “Chrissie’s been coming here for years, she’s his friend.”
“Sure.” Al drawled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ginny said and took off upstairs with the drying. She had several items of James’ that she had to return to him. There was thumping of bass music as she approached his door.
“James please turn down that music this minute,” she said.
-
The door to James’ room swung open slowly. Ginny backed in holding the wash basket
“I’ve got some clothes for you here-” she turned around.
Christina was entirely naked and straddling James. Sweat was gleaming on her back as she rode James energetically. James’ hands, raised out of Ginny’s sight, were surely squeezing Chrissie’s breasts.
The crash of bedsprings and moaning were now just audible over the music.
Ginny gasped and exited the room twice the speed she entered, closing the door even as the couple realised they’d been seen.
“Shit,” Chrissie swore. “So much for ‘in the garden’, James.”
Rating: Hard R
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/OFC, Albus Severus, Ginny
Word Count: 3 x 100
Content: Teenagers having sex. (17 years old)
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:James' friend has always stayed in his room during summer...
A/n: Written for prompt # 168 of
hp_nextgen100: "In The Garden".Christina Warrens sat perched on the end of James Sirius Potter’s bed reading a book the same way she had done so many times over the last few years both at Hogwarts and all five of their previous summer holidays. James was stretched out next to her leaning on the headboard.
Some other things had changed in the last few years though. Chrissie saw James watching her and she put down her book.
“Where’s your parents James?” she said with a smile.
“In the garden, I think.”
She rolled forward, arms either side of James, face close to his.
“Excellent.”
-
Al glared at his mother as she headed inside with a basket of dry laundry.
“If I’m not allowed to invite Zoe around, how come James has his girlfriend in his room?”
“Don’t be silly, Al,” Ginny said. “Chrissie’s been coming here for years, she’s his friend.”
“Sure.” Al drawled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ginny said and took off upstairs with the drying. She had several items of James’ that she had to return to him. There was thumping of bass music as she approached his door.
“James please turn down that music this minute,” she said.
-
The door to James’ room swung open slowly. Ginny backed in holding the wash basket
“I’ve got some clothes for you here-” she turned around.
Christina was entirely naked and straddling James. Sweat was gleaming on her back as she rode James energetically. James’ hands, raised out of Ginny’s sight, were surely squeezing Chrissie’s breasts.
The crash of bedsprings and moaning were now just audible over the music.
Ginny gasped and exited the room twice the speed she entered, closing the door even as the couple realised they’d been seen.
“Shit,” Chrissie swore. “So much for ‘in the garden’, James.”
