"Thanks a LOT, sis", Riley winked at me. I really wanted to punch her.

"Yeah, no problem", I told her sweetly, praying she wouldn't notice my irritation. She grinned at me, flipped her bleached hair back and left with her idiotic friends.

"I'm not helping you", my best friend, Lita, snapped at me as soon as my sister was out of earshot.

"Come on! It's too much!" I whinged. She's my best friend after all. She's supposed to help me in periods of crisis.

"NO, I'm so NOT helping you. This has been going on for three weeks now. She gives you to do HER homework, and you put up with it. Grow some balls and tell her to go to hell!"

My mouth dropped open. "You know I can't do that!"

"Oh yeah?" She hissed. "Why not?"

I sighed. "You know how she gets… She'll write to mum and tell her that we're not getting along, and we're sisters and we're supposed to help each other and blah, blah, blah. You know how Riley gets."

"Sorry to tell you, pet, but your mum's stupid."

"Yeah, I know. Why doesn't she finally get that Riley is just a drama queen, a slut and bitchy?"

"Claire, stop, you're literally shouting." Lita warned.

"So what? We are alone", I scowled, knowing what would happen next.

"I have this weird feeling… Someone's watching us!" my brunette friend whispered.

I tried not to roll my eyes. She sometimes has some weird feelings of being watched and such stuff (that never are true). She thinks she's Mystic Meg or something like that, but I think it's her subconscious telling her she keeps way too much stuff secret from her parents.

"Ooh, okay, I'll stay quiet." My experience told me that you could never change someone, just accept him the way he is, but I still find it hard not to laugh at Lita's "feelings". It's plain ridiculous.

"C'mon, race you to the Fat Lady portrait," Lita told unexpectedly a few seconds later and started running.

"Hey! That's not fair!" I shouted, but started running as well. Lita was on the Slytherin Quidditch Team (yeah, I'm a Gryffindor and she's a Slytherin, and we're still best friends) and she's top at running.

I tried to –failing of course- catch up with her, panting and yelling about how unfair she is.

When we were close to the Portrait, I suddenly bumped into someone and lost my balance, falling down and hurting my head.

"Fuck." I mumbled, trying to get up and see who collided with me.

I looked up and saw James Potter, a boy from my year. He's in Gryffindor, too.

"Oh, hey", he smiled.

"Hello, Potter." I said friendly and continued running, without giving him the chance to reply. James and I never hang out, but it wasn't like we didn't like each other. He's nice… I guess.

When I reached the Fat Lady's portrait, I was sweating and panting. Lita was casually leaning against the wall, smirking.

"It wasn't fair." I glared and she faked an innocent smile.

"Life's not fair."

"Hey, I bumped into Potter, if it wasn't for him I would beat you!" I tried to defend myself.

"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "totally. Now I've gotta go, see ya tomorrow, bitch."

"See ya bitch", I mumbled and walked into the Common Room.

It was Friday night, so it was crowded with students that were either just hanging out with their friends drinking some butterbeer, or checking out the new Weasley tricks. Old Filtch had prohibited them, but nobody paid attention to his rules, anyway.

I was sort of tired, so I went up to the dorm and got ready to sleep, thinking that James was taller and prettier now. It was a long time ago since I really saw him at Rose's (my other best friend) house. He no longer had the baby face. He was still cute, but… sexier.

Ew. I have just called my best mate's cousin sexy. What is wrong with me?

"Hey there", Rose said playfully and threw a pillow at me. "What's up?"

"Wh… When did you get in?" I asked, puzzled.

She shrugged. "A couple of moments ago. Have you done the Potions essay?"

"Rose. Calm down! It's Friday, Merlin's beard!" I threw my hands in the air.

"Still. Don't you think you should do it now? I mean, you're such a procrastinator… You'll end up with detention again. Don't you think you sometimes have to hand in homework in time?"

"Gee, you're just like my mum!" I whined, throwing her pillow back at her.

"Yeah, and you're just like my dad!" she shot back.

"I'm not afraid of spiders, at least", I teased.

She just glared and entered the bathroom.

I was seriously thinking about starting to do homework, but then James popped into my mind.

I never quite understood why girls went crazy about James Sirius Potter. To me, he was just my best friend's cousin who spent some days with me and Rose during summer and cracked the better jokes.

But now I did. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes, auburn hair and the world's sexier lopsided grin… Oh, no, please tell me I wasn't becoming one of the fan girls that fainted at his sight and obsessed over Harry Potter's son. Crap.

A/N: Sooooo. I had this idea…. And I thought about writing a fanfic about Jamesie Jr.! xD

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