Prologue

Hazel eyes greeted him as they shot up out of her head. Beautiful head, James Sirius Potter corrected himself as he examined the girl clearly. A rather ordinary face, the girl had, framed by dark waves of hair. Average height, slender build. Nothing out-there for an average eleven year old. But there was something about this girl that James just couldn't get out of his head. Those hazel eyes haunted him as the first years walked into the Great Hall, eagerly waiting to be Sorted. James's eyes followed her graceful steps, admiring her figure. She's something alright. Something indeed. The enamored boy was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Professor Longbottom calling "Potter, James!"

Giggles burst out as James realized the girl was motioning for him that it was his turn. His cheeks burned red as he stumbled up the steps, furious with himself for being made a fool. He desperately needed to redeem himself. As he sat down on the rickety old stool, his confidence plummeted however.

Ah, a Potter. I do recall putting a mild fight against your father regarding his House. But this is not the case. Better be…

"GRYFFINDOR!" James's eyes opened to meet his cousins cheering proudly at the legendary table. He grinned cockily, feeling quite the man. Feeling the sudden, unexplainable urge to show off for those pretty hazel eyes. Strutting down the steps, he turned to the girl and winked. Expecting a giggle or a million-dollar smile, instead, James was shocked to see the pretty hazel eyes rolling in a perfect circle. It must have shown on his face because the girl smirked and haughtily looked away. Ah well, James knowingly smiled. She would come around some day.

"Well, well, well Mr. Big Shot, look at you! Potter's in Gryffindor." Dominique, his beautiful cousin, wolf-whistled as he took a seat next to her. Her bright pink lipstick stood out as she finger-combed her long blond hair. She hugged him fiercely, earning a few admiring glances and James earning glares from the new admirers. Unfortunate for those uninformed misfits, as they had no idea that Dom was FAMILY. Besides, James had eyes only for those pretty hazel eyes. Roxanne, Fred II and Louis all congratulated him. Loudly. The talking hushed, however, once Headmistress McGonagoll silenced them with a sharp glance.

As Professor Longbottom called, "Wood, Gemma!", the girl with the pretty hazel eyes walked up confidently with her head up high. James liked that: a girl with no inhibitions, not afraid to show up the world. The minute the Sorting Hat was placed on the dark waves, it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"YES!" The entire Great Hall turned toward the blushing James Sirius Potter. Snickers erupted as "Wood, Gemma" walked to the Gryffindor Table, with her pretty hazel eyes blazing with fury. She had nowhere else to sit but next to a blushing James. Struggling to regain his composure (breathe Potter; you're embarrassing yourself), he said in a suave tone, "Welcome to Gryffindor. I'm Potter. James Sirius Potter, to be exact. And you are?"

Those pretty hazel eyes, crackling still from the excitement after her Sorting, met his brown ones. "It's Gemma Wood. But Wood to you, Potter. Especially you. Don't forget it." His hand was stuck out, as if wanting to shake hers. It slowly pulled away as the electricity crackling in her eyes went up to the lightning levels. She then turned away immediately, making it clear that business as usual would continue-just not between them.

But even as he felt her message, James Sirius Potter swore that one day, they would become more than enemies, more than friends. And that was what comforted his ego as he made his way through a mound of shepherd's pie