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It had been sometime since James left school and began playing Professional Quidditch, Hogwarts was settling down yet something in James was missing. Coming to New Zealand the place where everything seemed to start to fall to peices James began walking down the village looking up at the Castle that stood in the distance. James had left to take care of some things last year and despite having an arguement with his dad about his decision to leave school he still felt that he was right. The snow crunched beneath his feet as James watched a few of the students play in the snow. A year ago James might've been tempted to join them but now things seemed to be more black and white. He'd given the Maureder's Map to Lily hoping that she would enjoy the gift. Albus still had the cloak of invisibility his dad had given to him and now James was left with a feeling of true freedom.

Perhaps he'd go visit his Uncle George sometime soon, he's also left school without graduating and things had turned out alright for him. James zipped up his red jacket, placing his hands inside his pocket. Being seventeen he was allowed to use magic and could've easily conjured some blue fire to keep him warm yet something prevented him from doing so.
 
Isabella walked serenely down the cobbled street, aware of the admiring glances she received but registering none of them. Her head was still mulling over everything that had happened to her in the past year since she had left New Zealand to return home. Nothing had gone right for her since herself and James had drifted over a silly argument. She couldn't even begin to remember what it had been about, stifling a sigh she walked on stopping on occasion to look inside a shop window but never really noticing what was inside.

After he had returned to England it was almost as if she had never existed, he hadn't written to her once and Isabella's pride refused to make the first move. Well she was older now and not quite so silly. Life had taught her a few hard lessons over the past year and boys she considered were just a silly waste of her precious time. It was on the dawning of this thought that she collided with a figure in a red jacket.
"I do apologise" her soft voice carried on the breeze, another few heads turned to look at her as they passed. Isabella ignored them as she turned to look at the person she had collided with.
"James!" it was like a gasp wretched from her very soul, she stood motionless as if time itself had been fabricated in another dimension.
 
James turned as someone bumped into him, "Sorry" James said as he turned around to see the one person he honestly hadn't. It was Isabella Ormonde, he had gotten into an arguement shortly before he had left New Zealand and had not spoken with her since. Looking at her James had to wonder if it was the shock of running into her or the Veela inside of her that was making him feel like a complete idiot. James figured it was a mixture of both, as he looked her over.

She was exactly as he had remebered her, then again she was a difficult person to forget. Had it not been for his own family problems and the constant practices he had as a Chaser for England he probably would've contacted her with an apology. That was no excuse however and deep down James knew it. James didn't expect her to forgive him and really knew that he couldn't just pretend like everything was alright and yet he couldn't control himself.

Without warning or care about the concequences he placed his hands to her cheek and kissed her as passionately as he could, hoping that without words she would understand what he meant, what she meant to him. James had always been more instict then reason something Albus had been more fortunate in receving, yet at this moment he didn't care. He just wanted to feel something, someone.

((I can edit if you object XD))
 
(nope don't edit had fainted there for a minute and had to gather myself from the floor but nope don't edit :lol: )


Isabella saw the look on his face for all of a moment, recognition and regret combined. There was something else and her heart itself nearly stopped, it was simply as if her own soul were answering his again. After so much time apart. She thought she could hear the sound of the wind at that very moment, she could most certainly hear the loud beat of her heart. When unexpectedly he was so close, taking her face in his hands and kissing her like he had never kissed her before. Her heart grew louder for a moment and then she too was responding to him, her hands lifted to his chest where she feebly held onto the front of his jacket.

She wanted this, didn't she? She wanted her heart to feel again, she wanted her world to be light and happy instead of the darkness that had consumed it of late. Yet as much as she cared and always would for James, he had left her. He had taken her heart and thrown it back at her as if it and she had meant nothing to him. All the scandal revolving around her mother, she would have liked nothing more than for him to be there for her. But she couldn't even write to him as she had been so unsure and now here he was almost a year later kissing her as if they had never been apart.
No, kissing her as if he never wanted them to be apart. Was it too late? She pushed against his chest and looked up into the eyes she had cared about for such a long time.
"Stop James, we can't" she took a step back, hurt marked her beautiful features and then another thought crept in amongst all the others, 'was it just my Veela self he was responding too?' After being away from it's effects for so long, he would be overcome by it surely. Another step back as she looked on, a frown creasing her brow.
 
The moment was wonderful and yet horrible as she backed away, James felt the longing inside. It was a desperation to have her and not let go, something inside wanted to do anything to keep her. James tried to get a grip on himself knowing that this was probably wasn't right and would only push her father away. Yet something inside James told him this wasn't because she was a Veela, it was because it was her. They had been together for a while and the time away had been too real for James even if it had gone by fast it didn't go by fast enough, everything had been Black and White and now seeing her in front of him everything seemed to returned back to color.

James took a step forwards his hands holding onto her arms as his forehead rested on hers his eyes staring into hers "I know it's been a while, we didn't part well" James said stuttering a bit as his heart pumped blood somewhere throughout his body, he couldn't really tell if he was actually getting any blood as his heart seemed to just be beating loudly and his head felt a bit light. "I don't want to apologise and I don't want you to apologise, I just want to forget the past few months and pretend it didn't happen" James said knowing that was probably too easy for her to just accept.

"Please!" James begged before she could say a word. He felt something he had never felt before on the ground and that was desperation, true desperation. It was different when you weren't trying not to get caught by some teacher or flying towards the golden snitch trying to feel it in you palms. This desperation was to hold on to something that he had for some reason, a stupid reason now allowed to slip away and by the grace of god managed to get back in his hand. He couldn't and wouldn't allow it to leave his sight again.
 
She valiantly fought the tears that threatened, somewhere deep inside her anger flared and she tried to fight this too. Isabella allowed his forehead to lean against hers. Wanting so badly to just hold him, have the months that they were apart just wash away as if they had never been. This she knew was where she belonged, had always known and yet something so base and stubborn within her fought for the small bit of happiness and comfort that could be hers.
Shaking her head slowly, a tear drop splashed unnoticed on to the ground between them. It was possibly the only thing at that point that could get between them, that and Isabella's wounded heart and damaged pride. The argument they had was so petty but he had made it so serious. Of course he didn't want to apologise, he had never in all the time she had known him ever knowingly apologised for anything. Why should he be different now?
His pleading tore at her heart and she wanted to relent. She wanted to throw her arms about him and tell him how much she had missed him. He had always been her soul mate, always been the shoulder she had needed, the arms she had sheltered in, whose laughter cheered her and whose indifference had always infuriated her.

"I needed you" the words were wrenched from her before she knew what she was saying, they sounded so heartbreaking and pathetic and yet the sorrow behind them was so palpable. Once more she pushed against him to free herself. The sound of her heart shattering in tiny pieces seemed to echo about her. The words were more an accusation than a declaration.
 
The words, her words were like daggers in his heart as she tried to back away and yet the desperation would not allow her to leave. He had messed up and yet he hadn't, she knew him like he knew her and something could never change but he had and she needed to see that. Isabella felt something and he knew that because it had to be true. James didn't let go as he continued "You still do!" James said in a fierce tone that only he held, it was not anger or the desperation but the truth that lied behind his words as he continue to look into her eyes.

"You still need me, just like I need you; I've always needed you" James said feirce but serious. James didn't want to break, his Lion's heart was powerfull and wouldn't let him despite the changes he had made. It was this very heart that was now causing a rift between him and his family. James gave in a second's thought to wonder if Isabella meant more to him than his own blood? James didn't want to answer that question because in his heart he knew there was no right answer. "If you can honestly say that you don't want to be with me" James said not wanting to finish the sentence.

"But you can't" James said knowing that he didn't want her to be able too. His hand brushed her hair feeling each curl and blond streak like silk against his skin. "you can't say you don't want to be with me, because I can't say I want to be without you" James said knowing how pathetic he probably sounded to people that were walking by and yet he didn't even notice them, they were like shadows in the wind as his only thought was on the girl standing in front of him. "Please" James said again knowing that the longer they were together the more the old feelings and the new feelings would grow.
 
Isabella's mouth opened as if to speak but she couldn't. She looked at his perfect mouth as he began to tell her in such furious tones as to not be questioned. Her hand moved slowly of its own accord and then a finger very gently traced the outline of his mouth. The words he had spoken had shaken her to her very core. Of course she needed him, she had been like a blind fool parched with thirst walking in the desert without him, circling an oasis but never seeing it. He had always been her oasis, the only boy she had ever wanted to be with. The only boy who had ever really seen past her Veela nature to the girl she was. Her eyes blurred with tears now tried to focus on the man before her. For that was what he was now, the boy was gone and in his place was this ferocious man full of emotion and longing and Isabella didn't know if she could cope with it all.

There was no fight left in her, she had spent the past few months fighting just about everyone that got in her way. Now she was exhausted, drained and yet, James was slowly pulling emotions out of her that she thought were long dormant. Often late at night, she would take these feelings and memories for him out and hold them close to her. Pull them around her like a warm familiar blanket. It was how she had got through the sordid scandal that her mother had created.
"You need me" her voice was a whisper now, "You can't be without me?"

If she hadn't bumped into him today, would he ever have revealed any of this to her? She took her hand from his face and wiped her eyes before looking at him again.
"Why didn't you write, not even once James".
 
James had changed alot in many ways, yet Isabella seemed to remain the same stubborn person he'd left last year. Despite his words she wouldn't let things go and be happy. It annoyed part of James because he thought it was too easy to give in to his feelings and be happy and not try to ask silly questions that would keep them apart. James knew that he could easily turn this into an arguement and the old James would've. He could've questioned her right back and ask why she hadn't written but that would lead him in the wrong direction, it would take him back to yesturday and he wouldn't have that. Not when he had a chance to make things right.

"It was to hard" James admitted earnestly hoping that she would understand, it had been too hard. He missed her deeply and yet after the long hours of practice when he'd reached out for the quill the dark black thoughts in his mind would speak out, telling him she had moved on and didn't want to be with him and that was why she hadn't contacted him. The arguement with his father had also created a void in his heart that he felt at the time was right. It was too easy to think that he would be starting out fresh free of the chains that had bound him to Hogwarts and his old life as 'Harry Potter's Son'.

Being offered to play Quidditch in the big leagues was suppose to have been his way of achieving his dream, freedom from his father's name. Isabella at the time seemed to be one of the things that would've kept him back at Hogwarts and therefore in his father's shadow. Yet the time without her was hollow and didn't feel like home, James didn't feel like himself. Now that she was here and they could be back in each other's lives things would be right. James wondered if she felt this at all or if she had really moved on and this was just the final test she was putting herself through.
 
Isabella remained in his grasp, afraid to break the fragile bonds that attempted to wind their way around them. She knew if she left them they would grow in strength, she knew if she chose to walk away now she could lose him forever. Was she stupid? Was she so very foolish as to throw everything away? So he hadn't written but she hadn't written either and as time progressed it had gotten harder. Surely it must have been the same for him? He was never much good at writing letters anyhow. Had he known about her mother? Everyone in the European magical community seemed to known thanks to the Daily Prophet and other sensationalising newspapers. If he did, why hadn't he tried to contact her then? It was hard. His words were simple and yet she felt the truth behind them.

It had been hard, all of it and so much harder because he hadn't been there to talk with, to lean on. She looked up at his handsome face, it was hard. She knew deep in her own heart that she could never just walk away from him, never be free of him. That even now if she were to try to push him away with her own stupid pride, he may leave her physically but she would be haunted by him for the rest of her life. He was her true love, her soul mate. The thought poured through her like life saving water, as if at last she had discovered the watering hole. Though the gap between them was small, she made it smaller.

A tentative step closer to him, her arms about him as she lay her head on his shoulder. A few tears dropped onto the red jacket, colouring it a deeper crimson.
"It was too hard without you".
 
James took in her embrace glad to see that he was correct and that she and he were together again. It was wonderfull to be in her arms as he wrapped his around her a bit tighter than he probably should've as he loosened his grip a bit. He smiled brightly as it began to snow once more, the children were still playing with their snowballs and it was only now that James could feel the coldness in the wind. Yet being so close to Isabella he felt unusually hot as if he were in a place without winter where it stayed hot all year round. James enjoyed the feeling yet had questions burning at the edge of his mind. James decided it would be best to leave those question aside and just enjoy her touch.

A year had gone by and he had changed alot, soon he would have to return back to England to play Quidditch. Isabella was attending the local school, was it his fault that she had done this? James knew somethings about her mother had recently came out but with the constant practices and the studying he did on his own he rarely had time to focuse on the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler. James had really been cut off from the things that meant alot to him and he knew that he would end up having to pay a price, but he was going to hold onto his happiness for as long as he could even if that was selfish and inconsiderate to others.

Looking at Isabella he smiled "do you want to go some place and get something warm to drink" he asked kindly, he felt warm but he cound't tell if she felt the same and it was probably best that they got out of the cold as they had been standing there for a few minutes. A few minutes had changed everything once before and now those few minutes would be making things right again. It was poetic and only a Ravenclaw could possibly analyze every possible detail that was actually ironic, something James certainly was not going to do. He and Isabella were both Gryffindors and he was just going to live it not analyze.
 
As he enveloped her within his arms, she snuggled closer into him. The warmth that being close to him ignited was so familiar a luxury that she sighed a deep contented sigh. Her world had been toppled upside down, her best friend had been taken from her, her James had been lost to her, her mother was locked away from her and for his own peace of mind, her father had sent her away from him. She had been miserably alone, unbearably so and yet, one solitary walk to clear her head before restarting school at Hogwarts meant she was no longer alone. Meant she no longer ever had to be alone again. Fate was a funny companion, it had taken so much from her and now it was being kind enough to give her something back. The best of all the things she had lost, her arms tightened about him as he loosened his on her.
"I won't break" she whispered wanting only to be closer to him.

The air about them had dropped in temperature and snow had begun to fall again. Isabella realised she had come out with only her sweater on as she hadn't been planning on walking very far or staying out for very long. She shivered now but bundled herself into the warmth that was her James. She had missed him ever so much, some how she would never be able to express just how much. He asked her a question almost as if he read her mind.
"I could do with something warm" she lifted her head to look at him with a beautiful smile planted there, "besides you".
There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, so much time had passed where they had known nothing of the other. She wanted to know it all again, once they had been inseperable she had even gone to the Burrow and Godrics Hollow to spend holiday time with him and his family. She didn't care about family now, all she wanted was James. Her own family had been such a disappointment, so thoughtless and uncaring. James would be her family now, her only concern.
 
James enjoyed every moment of Isabella and smiled when she said she could use something warm besides him. James loosened his grip around her more taking her hands into his as he looked around the street for a shop or something that might serve something warm to drink so that they might have a chance to talk about the things that were going on in their lives, not that any of it really mattered now that they were back together. James took Isabella's hand and began slowly walking towards where all the shops and cafe's were.

"How was your summer?" he asked interested in what she had been up to. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain his own summer but knew that he would eventually have to, His had been more yelling and sweating then anything else, especially since his first match last July. Six months had come and gone and despite his connections to the wizarding world he had felt like an outsider. Thinking quick and feeling like an idiot James quickly pulled out his wand. It was a spell his Aunt Hermione had been helping him with before he left England, he had recently mastered it and could now perform the incantation without saying the words. Blue orbs of fire spurted from his wand and began floating around them giving them warmth as they walked but also shining a bright blue light on them amonst the white.
 
The air felt as if it had dropped a few more degrees, Isabella smiled as he took her hands in his and they began to walk where surely there would be a cafe of sorts. She could vaguely remember this area and was almost certain the Broomsticks or something of that name was around here. It had a reputation for serving only couples though and with this thought she smiled again, her hand firmly held in his. The warmth of his hand radiating through her. The question he asked seemed so simple and yet where could she begin.

As if fate had stepped in to aid her awkward predictament, James conjured the most amazing blue orbs that swirled about them emanating heat and light.
"Oh, James they're brilliant. How did you ever?" she watched them fascinated, turning her bright smiling face to his, "You are a wonder aren't you?"

His face was so familiar and yet had also changed, he had grown. James Potter, her James had matured. She knew that simply by his declaration alone, the old James would not have bared his heart to her so willingly as if he had nothing to lose. She snuggled closer though it wasn't necessary with the heat orbs circling them.
"I think there's a cafe just over there".
 
"Aunt Hermione actually is" James said with a laugh "she's been teaching me a few private lessons over the summer, though it took me ages to master the blue fire" James said matter of factly as Isabella snuggled closer to him and he place his arm around her shoulders. They looked like a couple out of some cheesy book James thought and yet he was enjoying every moment of it as they continued to move slowly down the street. "When I left last year I was approached by a scout for the Chudley Cannons" James began to explain slowly not wanting to tell her too much too quickly.

"They wanted me to play for them, Professional Quidditch that is" James continued allowing her to take it in. It was a big deal to be playing Professional Quidditch rather than playing for some silly school cup, yet it had been fun playing with the old team and the one he had forged himself. Lily was apparently getting quite good at being a Seeker. She was perhaps the only one he spoke with now that Albus and Dad was mad at him and his mother apparently worried alot about him but was dissapointed that he had made his decision not to return. The only two people that seemed to be on his side was Uncle Ron and Uncle George, though Uncle Ron might only be excited that James was playing for his favorite Quidditch Team and Uncle George because it caused alot of trouble and George seemed to have enjoyed making his own bit of trouble these days.
 
As they progressed along the street so very slowly, people stared. Isabella smiled in return this time. She couldn't care less how they looked. James was utterly handsome in her eyes and she was of course ridiculously beautiful and with the blue orbs circling them, lighting them up they must resemble something from a fairy tale. At least that was what she heard one little girl say to her mother as they passed by.

James began to tell her about his aunt and Isabella stiffened immediately. None of them neither his father or Hermione had attempted to come to her mothers aid last year. Even when her father had begged and pleaded for her release from Azkaban, pleaded for an appeal. All was to no avail. He had turned to her asking her to contact James' family who were so connected in the ministry but none of her letters had ever returned. None had ever been replied to. She attempted to put this out of her mind now as she walked with him.
Instead she listened as he talked about his time with the Chudley Canons and smiled for him. She was delighted this was something he had always wanted, wasn't it? A professional quidditch player.
"I'm so happy for you" and she was, how could she not be, "They're lucky to have you. Will you be a seeker for them or will they be trying you out in different positions first?"

She had always hated the game and detested flying, ironic since she could fly without the use of a broom. The only times she had ever shown any interest at all had been when James played.
 
"They said that untill I got used to playing professional Quidditch I should play Chaser, though the coach wanted me to play Seeker within the next two years" James explained with more passion, he enjoyed Quidditch alot and it was one of the few things he thought he was actually good at. "Ravyn's been selected to play for the Harpies she wrote to my Mum about it" James added a bit stiffly Ravyn was James's Mentor when it came to Quidditch a fifth year Captain it was her that conviced the Headmaster to let James play as a Seeker for Gryffindor during his first year, not to mentioned the fact that she had made him her sucessor as Captain when he was only a fourth year.

Ravyn was very talented and had remained one of James's close friends throughout the past few months writing to him every week or so. She had been proud to hear that he'd been chosen to play for the Cannons and supported him more than his own family. James squeezed Isabella closer as they continued to walk the flames billowing around them. "Practice was a pain and I've only been around for four matches so far, but the team is really amazing" James continued knowing that he was probably boring Isabella, she'd never really been a fan of the sport he loved to play. "What about you? How's school?" James asked trying to give her something to talk about.
 
Isabella looked at him as he mentioned another girls name, should she be jealous? She didn't know, wasn't sure? She didn't want to ask about this other girl who he had so obviously been spending time with when he hadn't been with her. A streak of green ran through her then and she visibly tensed, hoping he wouldn't mention her name again or she would have to question it.

She continued to listen, moving slightly out from the warmth of his body as she began to feel the full effects of the blue orbs. Amazing that everyone else was bundled and huddled up against the cold and yet, here she was now in just her sweater and she was feeling warm all over. Smiling she turned to him, he really was thrilled to be playing with the Canons.
"I guess I'm going to have to go and see you play then" he was the only reason she had ever ventured near a quidditch pitch, even though her best friend had been the Gryffindor Keeper she had never gone out of her way to go to see her play unless James had been there too.

"Uhm, schools alright I guess. Actually I was in Beauxbatons up until the beginning of Christmas break and was politely told not to come back. That's why I'm here actually. I'll be starting at Hogwarts after Christmas break. Tomorrow actually", she couldn't believe she would have to leave him already just when she had found him again. Could she possibly go awol from school just to be near him? It wasn't logical of course she needed to go to school, she needed to get some qualification behind her otherwise she'd end up like so many other Veela as some silly cheerleader for a quidditch team.
 
James listened as Isabella spoke about how she was at Beuxbatons but was aksed not to come back, James felt bad that she had basically been snubbed. "Who needs that school all they do is teach you flashy spells" James mocked as they continued their walk but was more than sullen when she mentioned that she would be going back to school the next day. "Well we'll have the Brightstone visits" James said trying to cheer her up despite the thoughts going on in his own mind. They did have the Brightstone visits, at least as long as they didn't have any Quidditch matches. James could apparate having learned after his Grandfather got better last year and taken the test with his father shortly before being drafted.

James didn't really enjoy apparating but would do it if it brought him and Isabella closer together, "It won't be so bad, in no time you'll graduate and then we can spend everyday together" James said with a glint in his eyes. James wasn't usually this optimistic but would be for Isabella, besides anything James Potter wanted he ended up getting and would find away to keep in touch besides by owl. James just had to think, soemthing admittedly wasn't his strongest suit but would work out "We could have picnics in the Forests" James joked as the snow began to slow once more eventually stopping.
 
Isabella looked down at her fingers wrapped in among his and smiled again. He had just said that once she was finished school they could spend everyday together. She couldn't even begin to comprehend this now. She stopped walking and turned to face him. The blue orbs continued their orbit of the two of them, she looked past his shoulders and behind her.
"Right you must be an imposter, what have you done with James?" she grinned, "There is no way he'd make plans or even allude to the future like that. Where is he?"

The thought of him in her future filled her with such an intense feeling of happiness she thought she was in danger of sprouting her wings and flying but didn't understand this feeling either as she only ever sprouted them when she was angry and she was far from that. Isabella felt elated, as if for the first time in so many months she had the right again to be happy.
 
"Same James, just new tricks" James joked as he laughed at her last comment. He had indeed learned more than just a few tricks, besides learning different Quidditch moves he'd also spoken with a few of his teammates who were married. They talked about alot of things but they had given him some pretty good advice with not just impressing women but actually being with them. James had always been able to get any girl he wanted, he even had older students crushing on him by the time he was thirteen he was considered quite the heart throb. That had indeed caused James to get a bit arrogant but also worried. James could never really tell who his real friends were as so many wanted to hang out with him. James wanted to know if they liked him or his dad.

Professor were pretty fair but James knew they wondered deep down if he would be saving the world anytime soon, Once Albus started school things got worse as it seemed like Albus fit his dad's mold better than he did. This of course caused resentment towards the pair as James acted more like his grandfather and Uncles then his father, except perhaps the reputation for getting into trouble. Once he met Isabella and after they began dating James had still been distrustful and that had cost him. Now things were different and he didn't need to worry about whether people were thinking about his dad or him, He was now James Potter Professional Quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons. Not to mention he had one of the most beautifull women in the world on his arm. Things couldn't get any better.

"How about this place?" James asked as they stood outside a shop still decorated for Christmas. It wasn't a well known shop meaning that it wasn't full of students trying to drink butterbeer or old people talking about how children these days have no respect. There were a few lovebirds however hanging inside in private booths. James could easily make out their shapes from the window. James looked over at Isabella to see what she thought.
 
Isabella reached out a hand and traced her finger tips down the side of his face.
"No not the same James, not the same at all. If I didn't know any better I would say you've grown into a man" she smiled up into his handsome face, not saying how extremely proud she was to belong with him and as Neanderthal as it sounded, to belong to him. She turned to see the shop he mentioned, smiling once more when she saw the Christmas decorations still hanging though the holidays were over and school would be restarting the following day she was glad of them. Their very presence seemed to add to the magical ambience that surrounded the two.
"It's perfect James but you're probably going to have to stop these orbs before we head in. Think the establishment wouldn't be too pleased we brought in our own heating. They might take offence" she slipped her arm through his and through the frosted window with spatterings of snow on the edges of the frames saw the other couples huddled in booths, vying for as much privacy as that type of seating allowed.

She also noticed that strewn about from the ceiling were abundant sprigs of mistletoe.
"You'd better behave yourself when we get inside" the thought of returning to school would be banished for now from her mind all she wanted was to be with James, to enjoy every moment she had with him while she had it. Make it all count, so the days and weeks ahead she could have something to hold close to her.
 
James smiled wickedly at Isabella when she told him that he should behave himself once they entered. "You know I've never been good at that" James smirked as he wrapped his arms around her again and began to kiss her again. The blue orbs that floated around them continued to flare melting what was left of the snow that fell around them. James parted his lips from her's as he pulled out his wand and with one wave the little blue flames went out in a flash. "Now let's go inside and continue this little discussion" James smirked again as he held out the door for Isabella to enter.

The shop was quaint enough, filled with several booths with all the ones in the back having been filled by couples and a few in the front filled leaving the middle open. James holding Isabella's hand lead them towards one of the middle booths and immediantly discovered why it had been left empty, Not only was it right in line with the windows but it also was in line with the restrooms and the bar where a man and a woman stood watching them. James had to admit he was a bit disheartened by the middle booth's lack of privacy since anyone who so muched as moved wrong would pretty much be able to see what James and Isabella were doing. James decided to look at this more like a challenge then a defeat as he looked back Isabella and shifted his eyes.

Allowing her to sit down first he smiled as he sat down next to her taking in her beauty. Little orbs not completely unlike James's blue orbs flew around however these were lit in red and green adding to the decoration that laid around. James smiled at Isabella as the waitress made her way over towards them to take their order. "Mistletoe" James smiled indicating the small plant that was above her, part of James's laughed inside as he remebered Luna and how she always warned him that Nargles lived in Mistletoe, however James would definately take that risk in order to kiss Isabella, as he leaned and began to kiss her again. Ignoring the fact that pretty much everyone would get an idea of why they came inside this shop.
 
Isabella allowed him to lead her inside the cosy looking restaurant and was just as disgruntled as James by the poor choice of seating though she didn't show it. Happy enough to be sitting any where if it meant sitting with James, Isabella smiled as he let her sit first. This really was a whole new James, chivalrous and courteous to a fault. She had always felt special when she was around him but now even more so.

Of course as soon as they were seated and a waitress began to come over to give them their menu's when James said one word and indicated the plant just above them. She grinned and knowing it was futile to fight against kissing in such a packed establishment, Isabella succumbed to his kiss returning it with as much ardour.
James had always been the only boy to make her blush, to make her feel as if she were the most beautiful girl in the world. Even now she felt the heat suffusing through every inch of herself and once she pulled reluctantly away from his kiss she remained close to him, comfortable in his embrace. Sheepishly she looked up at the waitress who it would seem was quite used to this sort of thing.

Isabella thanked her for their menus and politely asked if they could have a moment to peruse them.
"Maybe we should order first and do the traditional mistletoe kissing after" she grinned up at him before leaning her head on his shoulder. She didn't want to think that tomorrow she would be on the express moving further and further away from him once again.
 
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