Smile One: You know you want me, Evans
She glares at him intensely, her cheeks flushing with color.
"I'm going to kill you, Potter," she hisses with so much venom, a snake would be jealous.
He grins carelessly. "Now, Evans, if you were going to, you would've already. You shouldn't gamble; you're a terrible bluffer."
"Really, Potter, don't tempt me because I'm ready to send you to the Hospital Wing," she warns, poking him in his chest with her pointer finger.
Their eyes are locked in a battle of endurance that neither is willing to give in to. But she breaks first because as much as she hates Potter, he has really nice eyes and she doesn't want to get distracted from her rage.
"I'd like to see you try."
So she does and only narrowly misses. He's lucky that Quidditch has enhanced his speed, or he would've been frozen on the floor. He skids through the hallway, grinning over his shoulder.
"I'm never going to date you, Potter!"
He stops short and calls out, "We don't have date, Evans; let's get right to the snogging!"
And he's wearing smile number one.
I'm absolutely crazy. I'm going to have four multi-chaptered stories out at once. Who wants to bet on how long it will take me to have a complete mental break down?
I'll have another story, an unnamed sequel to my story Move Along, up within the month. Two Lily and James stories, a Roxas and Namine 100 Theme Challenge, and my SiriusOC story. I'm insane, aren't I? Reviews go the cause of me writing smile fifty: "I love you, Potter".
Disclaimer: Jo, I've got a massive history essay. Trade for Harry Potter?
Next smile: Pranking Snivellus