James/Narcissa
"Now let me get this straight," James Potter started, watching as Narcissa Black's fingers slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt, "We're doing this, why?"
"Because you are a randy idiot that will shag anything that has breasts," she answered in such a prim and proper voice that James had to do a double take to make sure he'd heard her correctly. "And because Lucius hasn't proposed yet."
"You're fifteen years old," he moaned as one of her hands slipped under his shirt and over his chest. James reached out to get his own feel of Narcissa but she swatted his hand away. "What on earth are you looking for an engagement for?"
Narcissa's eyes flitted up in a glare and she pushed James back against the broom closet door. "Because if that bint Laura Mulciber gets engaged before I do, someone is going to die. And If Lucius finds out that I have my eye on you for my husband---"
"Whoa---"
"Not really, honestly Potter----but if he thinks that I would even dare dabble with the likes of you..." Narcissa smirked triumphantly and began to undo the buttons of her own blouse. James watched her fingers move slowly and deliberately down her chest and nearly lost his balance at the sight of the lacy green bra.
He could definitely get killed for this.
Narcissa pulled him by the neck into a kiss and all thoughts were lost to the snog.
Oh well. He'd had a good life.
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