Chapter One
I was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with my best friends, Alice Prewett, Mary MacDonald, and Marlene Mckinnon. Like years previous, we were evaluating how we thought the year went. Over all, sixth year went well. The only exception was the James Potter factor. He doesn't understand the word no, as he keeps asking me out after I reject him. I was just about to mention this to the girls when he knocked on our door. Well I guess the saying is true, speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Hello ladies," he said with a cocky grin, " I was hoping I could steal Evans away for a quick word."
My guess is that he is going to ask me out and I'm going to have to say no. that's usually how our conversations go. I debate just denying him what he wants, but I figure he would ask me anyway so I might as well go. I sigh and say " fine." He smiles and leads me out, I'm regretting this already. " What do you want Potter?" I ask with venom.
He looks at me nervously saying, " Well first off I wanted to wish you a wonderful summer. And second I wanted to ask if maybe we could meet up over it?"
When I look up I see him looking at his shoes and shuffling his feet. This throws me off guard because he's never nervous, and now I don't want to be as harsh on him as I have previously. " First off thanks for the summer wish, but no I don't think we should meet up over the summer. I don't like you and it would just be a disaster."
A look of sadness flashes across his face before it turns into a cocky smirk. " It's alright," he says, " It was worth the try."
He turned to leave, but I stopped him. " If you know I'm going to say no, why do you keep asking me out?" I ask.
He looks at me thoughtfully for a second before answering, " You're worth it."
"Worth what?" I ask confusedly.
"The fight." he replys.
"What fight?" I ask. Now I'm curious.
"For, you. Even if it's a losing battle, I'll fight for you, because that's how special you are." With that he gives me a small sad smile and walks away. And I'm to shocked at this conversation to stop him. The best I can do is forget this conversation and head back into the compartment where I'll be bombarded with questions of what happened. And true to form six eyes looked up at me and asked "What happened?"
I shook my head and said, "The usual, he asked me out, I said no, and then he wished me a good summer." I know it's not exactly what happened but I didn't want to think about it. They nodded in acceptance and returned to their previous conversation. I stayed quiet for the rest of the train ride trying to forget what James Potter told me.