This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
 

He looked puzzled for a second. He slowly reached out and slowly tucked a strand of my wet red hair that was in my face behind my ear. His fingers were tender and slow…and his eyes were blazing.
 
 
 

 At least the Malfoys never attend a Weasley birthday. That would be awful.
 

I immediately felt anger build up in me. I’m getting sick of this. I’m getting sick of all of this. I never thought that this little brawl between the two Weasley girls would stoop to this level. This was insane.
 

Both Lily and Rose stood there in the center of the room. It looked like one of those Texas show downs or something.
 

Eat him like a treacle tart? That’s a new one. Har har.
 
 
 

The anger built up in me like a raging storm. Before I knew what I was doing, I flung my palm out and it made a sharp and silence shattering contact with Rose’s cheek.
 
 
 

James gave me one last look, his eyes glittering with pain. All of the anger was wiped away as he whispered in a strained tone, “Goodbye Elaquay.”
 
 
 

So I did the cleverest thing I could think of, disregarding the fact that I am extremely uncoordinated and I am in the midst of many tables with many students with very fragile platters filled with extremely stain-worthy food.

I ran.
 
 
 
 

Unspoken words passed between us and I understood everything he was trying to say, but I couldn’t shape them into coherent words. I couldn’t grasp onto them. My heart drummed in my ears and I didn’t dare move a muscle.
 
 
 

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa…hold up. You’re the one who kissed me. Don’t start mixing the facts up,” I snapped angrily at him, my whole body quaking.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter who kissed who. The fact is is that it happened,” he spat angrily.
 

His eyes glowed as he said, “I sort of have a thing for American girls.”
 

 I was NOT going to receive "the talk" from James Sirius Potter.