Full Summary: Their story was incredibly cliche. The studious, sarcastic Abigail King is teamed up with the arrogant, trouble-making James Sirius Potter, who has always been her enemy, to be Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts. But neither is happy. James is constantly fighting the image of his heroic parents, while Abigail struggles with the painful reality of her family's situation and past. The more time James and Abigail spend together, the harder they have to try to hate each other. They can't quite understand why they seem to know the other more than anyone, helping each other through the rough times they face. But in the end, it's really quite simple. Hate can turn into love easily, and James and Abigail are about to understand this twisted logic.
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We've seen it all - bonfires of trust, flash floods of pain. It doesn't really matter. Don't you worry, it will all work out.
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Outside the sun is shining, it seems like heaven ain't far away."
Three months later.
Abigail Evelyn King
I ran a damp rag across the surface of the bar. The bells on the front door chimed, signifying another customer heading home satisfied. It was a sound I'd grown accustomed to in the past couple of months, a ringing that sounded like home. The whole pub was lit by candlelight, illuminating the empty tables and late night stragglers. The bar was almost empty – even the other bartender, Juliet, had gone home for the night.
I glanced down the counter and laughed, seeing someone. "Walter, I'm afraid it's that time of night," I told the thirty-something regular with a smirk. "Last call."
Walter sighed and rubbed his eyes with a dramatized wariness that always made me laugh. Working at the Leaky Cauldron certainly had some perks that I hadn't expected: I never had to go far for drinks, the pub was located between a quirky Muggle bookstore and a record shop, Diagon Alley was literally on the other side of the wall…and I met some really interesting characters along the way.
Walter had been coming into the pub for as long as I worked there, so I assumed he'd been coming even longer than that. Sometimes he brought a boyfriend, but most days he just came in for a drink to forget his troubles. And most nights, his troubles were his mother.
"Oh, my dear," he moaned, wrapping his scarf tightly around his neck, despite it being September. "Please don't force me to go back to that incessant woman."
I snorted, pouring some coffee. "You could always move out," I suggested, handing him a travel mug. "It's on the house."
"That requires a type of independence which I assure you," he whispered theatrically, "I lack." He slipped off of the barstool and made his way to the door. "Thanks for the coffee, my love," he called over his shoulder.
"See you tomorrow," I said, knowing he would be back.
"Without a doubt…" And he pulled the door shut, walking into the late summer night. I walked up to the door and locked it behind him.
With the last customer gone, I kicked off my tall black heels and hopped up onto the counter, looking around. In just a few months, Hannah had helped me learn the ropes of this place. Under her management, the Leaky Cauldron had turned into more of a trendy bar than the beaten down pub of the past. And now under mine, Hannah was sure it would flourish into a new haven for "the young people." She suggested that we class it up a little. So, we added more candles and started wearing heels and blazers. The staff and I all felt a little silly at first, but we really got into it eventually.
And Hannah was right…more people my age had started coming to the pub since she sold it to me. Actually, everything was going surprisingly well. The rest of the staff was around my age, so no one really questioned it when Hannah made me manager. Everyone was wonderfully laid back about everything. The whole pub had this feeling of relaxedness. I loved it here.
I glanced at the clock over the fireplace. Ten past two. It was almost time. I smiled and reached behind me, pulling out two bottles of firewhiskey and eight glasses. Every Thursday night after closing, the whole gang would meet up at the Cauldron for drinks. Most of us had started working already, so it was a nice little pick-me-up towards the end of the week, despite the lateness of our meetings.
Most Thursdays, Dom and Mitch would arrive a little later than everyone else, working late into the night to meet their deadlines for the Daily Prophet. As they'd hoped, they were both writing for the sports section. Sometimes I wondered, though… Long nights. Alone in the office…They always seemed awfully chummy when they walked in together. I had my theories.
Ryan was apprenticing at St. Mungo's, working up to his Healer status just as he had wanted. We all joked about "Nurse Ryan," but we were all really proud of him. Even Molly seemed to be loving her job these days. She'd just gotten a position at a magical law firm down the road in Diagon Alley. All without the help of her father, of course.
And it should come to no surprise that Fred and Morgan were still dating, as in love as ever. Morgan had started tutoring Hogwarts students over the summer, but she had her eye on an Arithmancy position back at school for next year. Even Fred was working hard…he and James were still in the process of grueling Auror training.
In the craziness of the late night crowds, I thought I'd seen James slip in through the front door before disappearing again. I smiled, recognizing the routine.
I slid off the counter and walked around to the back stairs, taking them two at a time in my bare feet. My flat occupied the third floor, separated from the rest of the rooms for rent. The hallway leading up to my door was bare and quiet. I pulled my key out of my pocket and slipped it in the lock, opening the door.
And sure enough, there he was.
James had picked up a little routine ever since he'd started training. Every Thursday before we all met up, he would come to the Cauldron early and sneak up to my room. It started one day when he showed up randomly at work, explaining that he was going to cook me a late dinner. I'd laughed, knowing James couldn't cook, but agreed anyway. But before the food could get on the table, he fell asleep on my couch. And the routine was born. Exhausted from training, he would always end up crashing on my bed for a few hours.
He was sprawled across my bed on his back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up on his head. One of his hands was resting lightly on his chest and he was snoring softly.
I walked up quietly to the bed and, in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery, carefully climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. I heard his snoring stop and his breathing grow more regular, so I knew he was awake. But he kept his eyes closed, saying nothing.
I poked him in the neck obnoxiously, then kissed the spot where I'd jabbed him. "I know you're awake," I said.
His hands slid to my waist and he smiled, but his eyes stayed tightly shut. "Mmmm," he hummed, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Nope."
"Come on," I coaxed him. "Everyone will be here soon. It's almost two-thirty."
He peeked at me through his eyelashes. "I'm pretty comfortable here, thank you," he mumbled.
I snorted. "I'll just bet you are."
He slid his hands down my legs, setting my thighs on fire, and one of his hands accidentally grazed my bare foot. I let out a giggle, pulling my ticklish feet away.
He opened his eyes and gave me a look. "Where are your shoes?"
I shrugged. "I left them downstairs."
He shook his head at me and let out a big laugh. He sat up, sliding me more comfortably in his lap. "You are so weird."
I smiled, slipping my arms around his neck. "Yes, but you love me," I retorted, smirking.
He pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yes, I do," he answered.
Three months together and it still never got old. Three months of acting like idiots, staying up all night talking, some seriously wonderful snogging, occasional fights, then more amazing snogging…and it still made my heart race and my stomach clench as though we'd only been dating a week. Sometimes being with James was difficult. After all, he was just as good at arguing and being stubborn as I was. But most days, it shocked me how easy it was to be with him. I was more myself around him than I ever was with myself.
I slid my hands back into his hair, knowing it drove him crazy. I leaned in close to him, but didn't make any move to kiss him just yet. I could feel his breath on my lips, but I stayed put. I looked him in the eyes, realizing I hadn't seen him all day. "Hi," I said softly.
James stayed silent, his eyes glancing down to my lips. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him than I thought possible. He smiled at me for a moment before tilting his head and closing the distance between our lips. I smiled through the kiss, tasting cinnamon gum. He responded to my eagerness by slipping his hands under the back of my blouse, resting them on the skin of my lower back. At his touch, my hands automatically went to the bottom of his sweatshirt and began tugging it off him. He pulled it off over his head, leaving him in a thin v-neck, before capturing my mouth again.
This was pretty much how the physical side of our relationship had been so far. Intense snogging, but nothing more. We hadn't quite gotten to that part yet. We agreed to take things slow for now. Sometimes though…he was just so bloody attractive.
I shifted my hips slightly and heard him let out a shaky breath. Knowing all good things must come to an end eventually, I pressed one last lingering kiss to his lips and pulled away.
"We should…erm," I said breathily against his lips. I blinked a few times, trying to focus. "We should probably go downstairs. They'll be here soon."
He rested his forehead against my collarbone, still breathing hard. "Whose idea were these get-togethers anyway?" he groaned, his hands tightening on my waist.
I sighed, secretly desperately wanting to stay up here with James. "Come on," I said. "Morgan said she wanted to tell everyone something. Maybe she found a new job or something."
He pressed a kiss to my collarbone and gently slid me off of his lap. "Fine," he grumbled. "But it had better be good."
I laughed and hopped off the bed, straightening my clothes a little. I offered my hand out to James and he reluctantly took it, still pretending to be put off. By the time we reached the pub, I heard banging at the front door.
"Abigail, open the bloody door," Dom called impatiently. I heard Mitch give a low chuckle.
I lingered at the back stairway with James and gave him a look, raising my eyebrows and nodding conspiratorially.
He stared at me blankly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he deadpanned.
I gave a sideways glance to the front door, hoping that Mitch and Dom couldn't see me ignoring them. "You know," I whispered. "The two of them…"
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you going on about?"
I sighed, realizing he had no idea. "Oh, come on," I said. "Dom and Mitch! They've totally been giving me vibes lately. Vibes."
James snorted. "No way," he said. Then, he squinted and thought about it for a minute. "Right?"
"I – "
"Abigail Evelyn King, if you don't open this door…"
I rolled my eyes. "Alright, alright," I called, rushing to unlock the door. Opening it, I saw a slightly annoyed Dom and a characteristically pleasant Mitch.
"Took you long enough," Dom said with a smirk, pushing past me.
"Hey, Abigail," Mitch said with a smile.
I stepped aside to let him in. "Hey, Mitch. You guys are early today..."
"We submitted our articles early," Dom explained. "So I'm thinking its time to start drinking..."
Mitch snorted, but apparently agreed. While Dom and Mitch talked to James, I walked back to the bar and poured everybody a glass of firewhiskey. To my right, the fireplace erupted in green flames, and Ryan stepped out. He always flooed straight from St. Mungo's.
He called out a greeting to James, Dom, and Mitch and walked over to me, planting a friendly kiss on my cheek. James looked over and coughed loudly.
I smiled, rolling my eyes at him. "A drink, Healer Thomas?" I asked Ryan, holding out a glass.
"I'm not a Healer yet," he said modestly, taking the firewhiskey.
"You will be," I assured him, patting him on the back.
We walked over and joined the others. James wrapped an arm around my shoulder and placed a kiss on my forehead. "How dare you cheat on me with Ryan," he muttered sarcastically. "He's not even good looking."
I smacked his chest, but leaned into him anyway. After a few minutes, Molly walked in through the door, apologizing for being so late.
"I fell asleep," she explained. "But I think I saw Morgan and Fred down the street, so they'll probably be here soon."
She was right. Within minutes, Fred and Morgan strolled in hand-in-hand, Morgan rushing to give everyone hugs, Fred offering a sarcastic comment or two. The bar-owner in me double checked to make sure that everyone had some firewhiskey. When that was certain, we moved over to the bar. I stood behind the counter with James and everyone else sat on barstools, facing us.
"How's the real world treating everyone?" Fred asked with a smirk.
We all made noncommittal sounds, considering nothing much had changed since the last time we'd seen each other.
"Nothing new," Mitch said dully.
"Still exhausted," James added. "But you know that."
I looked over at Fred and noticed how…strangely happy he looked. I mean, Fred was always a happy guy, but I knew that he and James were suffering the same brutal Auror training. How was it possible that he could be so chipper when James was so tired? I glanced at James and I saw him studying Fred intently, obviously wondering the same thing. He saw me looking and shrugged, not knowing why he was acting this way.
Fred looked down at Morgan, who was being strangely quiet, a happy smile on her face. She was never usually this quiet, either… I looked between them, frowning. "Is something going on?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Morgan said.
"No, Abigail's right," Dom added. "You two are acting strange."
Ryan made a noise of agreement. "Yeah, Fred isn't usually this alert at two in the morning."
We all sat for a moment in silence, waiting for one of them to say something. Then suddenly, Molly gasped. "Holy shit," she breathed, looking at Morgan with wide eyes. "Is this your announcement? You're not…pregnant, are you?"
Fred choked on his firewhiskey.
Morgan shot Molly a look. "Give me a little more credit than that," she deadpanned, though she was still blushing slightly. "I'm like, the queen of being prepared. Merlin."
Molly put up her hands. "Jumped to conclusions," she said, laughing. "My mistake."
"So…" James said, looking at Fred curiously. Fred slipped his hand into Morgan's. "What's the big secret, then?"
The two of them smiled at each other. But it wasn't the cheesy, lovey-dovey smiles that annoying couples always had adorning their faces. Fred and Morgan smiled at each other in a way that said, You're too awesome for words and I have your back for eternity. It was so them.
"Well," Fred said, taking a deep breath. "I asked Morgan to marry me." He shook his head and laughed, as though he couldn't believe it himself.
Morgan smiled widely. "We're getting married," she breathed, biting her lip to control her huge smile.
We were all silent, looking at Fred and Morgan with wide eyes. I glanced down to Morgan's left hand and sure enough, there was a modest, yet stunning diamond ring sitting there.
"Married?" Dom said slowly. "To…each other?"
Morgan hit Dom's leg and Fred snorted. "Yes, Dom," he said, laughing. "To each other."
I looked to Morgan. "I mean…" I hesitated, knowing I was trying to say what we were all thinking. "Aren't you guys a little young?" I asked. "We're all only eighteen." I glanced around, hoping I hadn't said anything too harsh.
But they weren't offended at all. "Oh, we are way too young," Morgan agreed.
"It's a bit ridiculous, actually," Fred joked, poking Morgan in the side.
She rolled her eyes at him. "It's just…we don't really see the point in waiting, you know?" she said softly, smiling at us. "It's…"
"It's the real thing," James finished for her, glancing at me. My stomach flipped pleasantly.
We were all quiet for a moment, digesting the news. Finally, Mitch spoke up. "Wow," he said, breaking the silence. "Married. That's…"
"Mad," Morgan laughed, nodding. "I know."
"Maybe," Dom said. "But it's perfect."
The thing is, she was absolutely right. It was perfect. Fred and Morgan might be really young – too young to get married – but it made perfect sense. They'd been together for long time, and I don't think I'd ever seen anyone our age so in love. They weren't gooey or superficial or immature, they were real. They were unconditional.
Suddenly, I felt myself tearing up a little bit. Because it was perfect. I walked around the bar and enveloped them both in a huge hug. Morgan let out a light laugh, squeezing me back just as hard. "Guys, it's wonderful," I said earnestly. "I mean, it's bloody mad, but I love it. Congratulations!"
Following suit, everyone else rushed up to offer their congratulations. The guys showed their support for Fred in man-hugs and lots of affectionate shoving. Molly, Dom, and I all crowded around Morgan and scoped out the ring. There may have been some squealing involved.
Everyone was newly energized, barely even noticing that it was getting close to three in the morning. I hung back behind the counter, watching my friends silently with a smile. It was sort of unbelievable how our lives had turned out. We were all making our way to the lives we always wanted. I felt my eyes sting again. James looked over, his smile faded a bit.
"Okay, this calls for some champagne," I announced, wanting to excuse myself for a moment.
Everyone cheered, embracing the idea of expensive alcohol to drink. I shook my head and laughed at them. I walked to the back of the pub and opened up the wine closet. Without looking behind me, I knew that James had followed me. I felt him put his hand on the small of my back. I scanned the racks of wine and found the best champagne, pointing.
"Can you grab that bottle for me?" I asked him. He reached up and took the bottle that I was talking about. But rather than handing it to me, he placed it on the little stool in the corner and turned to face me.
"You're okay, right?" he asked, putting his hands on either side of my face. My hands reached up and wrapped around his wrists.
I smiled. "They were happy tears, I promise," I said, knowing he had seen me tear up a little. "It's just crazy, you know?"
"What?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "Fred and Morgan getting married?"
"No. I mean, yes, but that's not it," I said. "Everything is working out for all of us. Last year…last year was hard, you know? Us being crap Heads at first, the stuff with my uncle, my dad…Its just kind of amazing that everything could be so perfect right now. Being with you…it's turned everything around." I laughed and stared at the ground, embarrassed that I was tearing up again. "It's stupid, but I don't think I've ever been happier."
James tilted my head up so that I could see his face. He was looking at me with a small smile. He didn't say anything; he just leaned down and kissed me. It was one of those kisses that just took my breath away. I leaned up on my tiptoes, kissing him back with the same enthusiasm. After a moment, we parted, not saying anything. He placed a kiss to my forehead and leaned his head against mine.
"It's kind of ridiculous," he said, his voice low, "how much I love you."
I leaned up, kissing him again. "Good," I responded. "Because I'm rather fond of you, myself."
He laughed, placing one last kiss to my lips before picking up the bottle of champagne. As we walked back to our friends hand-in-hand, I let myself wonder for the millionth time how I'd gotten so damn lucky.
Back by the bar, everyone was talking about the wedding plans, joking around about bachelorette parties and stag nights, the girls throwing around ideas for the dress. I started pouring champagne into glasses and James walked over to Fred, hooking an arm around his best mate's shoulders.
My heart swelled, knowing that in this moment, my seven favorite people in the world were just as happy as I was. I watched everyone quietly with a smile on my face. Ryan and Molly were teasing everyone as usual, causing the same eruptions of laughter that they'd been producing for years. Dom laughed along, spinning around on her barstool with childlike exhilaration. Mitch leaned up against the counter, smiling with the calm presence he always had. Fred had pulled up a chair and Morgan was sitting on his lap, her arm around his shoulders. Every once in a while they would kiss, possessing the sort of passion I knew they would always have for each other.
And then there was James. When I saw him, he was already looking at me. He was leaning against table, his arms crossed comfortably over his chest. He was listening to everyone else's conversations, but I knew he was only half-paying attention, watching me intently. When he saw me looking, he glanced around us before looking back to me, smiling.
His smile said, I love you, a look I'd grown extremely familiar with. But I could tell that he was thinking about all this wedding stuff, too. He was thinking about the future. Our future. Maybe one day, this would be us.
I smiled back at him, hoping that he could understand everything I was feeling. That I loved him back, that he was too awesome for words, that I had his back for eternity. That he was my everything. And that maybe one day, this would be us.
But as I watched those idiots I called my friends – and the biggest idiot that I called my boyfriend – I realized that I didn't have to worry about my future right away. So many things about the future were unclear. I had no way of knowing what would happen next. And it was kind of exciting.
But there were a few things about which I was absolutely certain: My best friends would always be there for me. My family would always watch over me. My dad was out there... somewhere. Uncle Matt would return from America. Morgan and Fred would get married. And James loved me.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered. For us, it was just the beginning.
A/N: And that concludes Twisted Logic. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as we enjoyed writing it. It's truly been a ride, and I am so proud to have finished this wonderful story.
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