I, James Sirius Potter the second, am about to go where no Potter boy has gone before. At least not in this generation, maybe the generation before with Grandpa James and Grandma Lily, but thats an entirely different situation. Grandma Lily would never have killed Grandpa James.

Maggie Miller however... well... I wouldn't put it past her to Avada Kedavra me. Nope, not at all.

"Jimmy, are you sure the whole shirt and tie thing isn't a little... uh..." Fred stared at me, scratching the back of his head with a small frown on his face. I glared and straightened my red tie - stolen from Dad's side of my parent's wardrobe - in the full length mirror for the sixth time.

Here I was, preparing myself for the biggest confession of my young and wild teenage life in the attic room of my rather large family home and my best friend and cousin was critisizing my techniques. Well... not my techniques to be specific...

"Frederick, my boy, clearly you have no sense of romance or the 'wooing' of the female ki- ow Lillian! That's no way to treat your older brother! I demand respect! Not a beating!"

Lily narrowed her pretty yet vicious brown eyes at me, "You'll get a lot more than a beating if you keep calling me that, I assure you. You're admitting your feelings James, it doesn't mean we're suddenly in the eighteenth century." She commented dryly, moving forward to untuck my shirt.

"She's right about that, mate. You sound like the old lady who lurks in the dusty romance section of Flourish and Blotts. Though she'd probably love you. You look just like one of the characters from those books." Fred muttered, his eyes focusing on the book on his lap until Lily slapped him across the head, "Ow! What did I do?"

Lily glared, "I'm the one who told him to wear a shirt and tie, moron." Fred cleared his throat.

"... Sorry, did I say it looked too much? I meant... uh... too much for Maggie! She'll probably struggle to keep his hands off poor Jimmy here!" He covered his head with his book as Lily moved to smack him again. She retreated and returned her attention to my hair.

"Dad's hair really is a curse in these situations..." She muttered, probably wishing she could attack my precious dark locks with her wand. Well ha, I was extremely happy that she was underaged in that case! Last time someone touched my naturally messy gorgeous hair with a spell was when Maggie turned me bald during second year. Sure, it'd grown back in a week, but I'd kill the next person to aim a wand at my hair.

"Can't you just leave his hair as it is? I mean, I doubt Maggie is really the type to care about all this." Fred commented, flinching as Lily raised her hand.

"Fred's got a point. Maggie won't give a damn. She's not like that, you of all people should know that James." Albus said as he walked into the room, his nose shoved in the middle of a book of quidditch strategies. He was wasting his time with it though; I was the Gryffindor Captain this year and just because he'd been the Captain of the Slytherin team since last year didn't mean he was going to beat my strategies with those he grabbed from a book.

"This isn't my doing brother-of-mine, its our dear sister and her romance fluff stuff." I narrowly avoided Lily's-Slap-Of-Doom and leaned away from her, covering my head with my arms, continuing quickly, "But I'm going along with it all in the name of love! And because she's probably right when she says that Maggie won't take me seriously unless I put in the effort."

Lily seemed satisfied and Al shrugged, "Whatever you say. But if she laughs you back into the fireplace, make sure someone photographs it all. I want copies to show the team." He muttered, sitting himself next to Fred on the arm of the chair.

I grabbed the hairbrush Lily was about to use on my head and tossed it at Al, who being the typical skinny, agile Seeker he was, easily caught it, "Well aren't you just the perfect encouragment little brother." I growled. Al just raised an eyebrow in amusement, his eyes remaining glued to his book as he did so.

"If you want encouragement, I can call Mum in here and tell her you're finally asking out the love of your innocent teenage years?"

As if on cue, Fred's sister - correction, his annoying, interfering twelve year old sister who enjoyed poking her nose into other people's business and making sure other people knew - stuck her head around the doorframe, "James is confessing to Maggie? Oh-ho, wait until I tell Aunt Ginny!" I gave a yelp and attempted to grab her as she ran off, "Oh! And I definitly have to tell Grandma Molly! And Uncle Ron! Oh, Uncle Ron is going to throw a fit! He just loves Maggie!"

Thats a lie. Uncle Ron is terrified of Maggie since she was invited to Rosie's fourteenth birthday party and threw the entire strawberry punch bowl over him. Sure, she'd been aiming for me, but she's been banned from the Granger-Weasley home ever since and whenever Freddie gets Veronica Jordan - daughter of Uncle George's best pal Lee Jordan - to bring her best friend Maggie to the Burrow when he's around, Uncle Ron orders Rosie to keep her away from objects that can be thrown. Well... he tells her to make sure she stands in the middle of the room, to be specific. I think the only time he feels safe in her presence is when Summer Lux - the third and final member of the Miller-Lux-Jordan trio - is also there. Which unfortuantly for Uncle Ron, isn't often due to Summer's absolute loathing of poor Freddie.

I could only watch as Roxy jumped down the stairs four at a time, zooming to the kitchen where she would find her mother, Angelina and my mother, Ginny, gossiping about Quidditch - yes, Quidditch - over cups of tea. With a sigh, I turned back to Lily, Al and Fred, giving my dark haired cousin a glare, "Your sister is the spawn of evil. In fact, I think she might be adopted. You can't be related to her, thats for sure. Unless you've completely lied about your personality for the past seventeen years of our friendship." Fred shrugged and Lily slapped my arm to get my attention - rather hard to be honest. Sometimes I doubt she realises how much strength she has.

"Stop wasting time. Mum is probably going to be up here in a few minutes, all thanks to Roxy. And if you want to avoid her blubbering and mothering, you should get going." She pointed over at the fireplace, "Get!" She ordered, and feeling like a pet dog, I slowly moved over to the fireplace which sat at the back of the attic room, my head lowered a little as I cautiously watched Lily. She pointed her hand again, giving me a firm look which had me speeding up.

I dug my hand into the bowl of grey-silver Floo Powder as I heard fast paced footsteps heading up towards the attic. Mum was definitly happy about Roxanne's tales - which had probably been twisted in more ways than one - if the happy and rather loud humming was anything to go by. I quickly threw the powder into the fire, "16 Kingfield Road, Anfield, Liverpool." I spoke clearly as my Mother burst through the doorway, her eyes watery as I stepped into the flames.

"GOOD LUCK DEAR!" She cried, her voice as watery as her eyes, "You can do it! She'll definitly say yes! I just know it!" I could feel my cheeks warm with color and gave a sneeze as excess Floo Powder fluttered around my face. The sneeze only brought further powder around me and I gave a yelp as my eyes were painfully invaded. As the green flames grew higher despite my pain, I could hear a low cheer of good luck from the inhabitants of the room - Mother still being the loudest of course.

"Bloody he-" My curse was quickly interrupted and a moment later, I fell out of the fireplace at the Miller home, desperatly rubbing ny eyes as I fought to remove the pain from them. I heard a light gasp from somewhere to my left, and in a panic I jumped to my feet, positive it had sounded something like Maggie. A little high pitched, but more than likely to be Maggie.

"M-Miller!" I coughed, still rubbing my eyes with one arm as I nervously shushed her with the other, "N-Now, don't say anything! I-I have something important to tell you!" I rubbed my eyes a little more before attempting to squint over at Maggie through the tears of excruitiating pain - no, I'm not being dramatic. It seriously hurts! Unfortunatly, it was far too blurry to see Maggie and her pretty, yet more-than-likely furious face. I cleared my throat, "Excuse me a moment, I've got Floo Powder in my eyes." I explained lamely. Really, perfect way to start the whole romantic confession Jimmy-boy. Absolutly perfect.

Rubbing my eyes persistantly, I wondered why Maggie had yet to make any sound of her temper. After all, she was famed for taking it out on me at the slightest hint of me being annoying - which was apparantly often if my bruises were anything to go by at the end of every week. But I couldn't help but be pleased. Perhaps it was Lily's clothing advice?

I cleared my throat again - still rubbing my eyes which were probably quite swollen by now, "Miller... um... see... theres something I've been meaning to ask you for a while now... well... ask and t-tell..." I could have sworn I heard an excited squeak, which made me rather pleased. Maybe she didn't hate me as much as I thought...? I quickly continued, "You see... I've liked you for quite a while. And, well, lets cut to the chase. Will you be my g-girlfriend?"

The was a long pause and suddenly I could feel the cold warmth of a cleaning spell wash over my face. I blinked as my vision slowly returned and stared at the two people in the doorway of the room. Not Maggie Miller, but Aphrodite Nott, a Seventh Year who had clearly turned of age recently, and Eleanor Miller, Maggie's Sixth Year sister... I blinked as I slowly realised why Ellie was staring at me with elated adoration.

"Oh Jamesie... you've finally admitted it..." Her eyes filled with tears.

Bugger... I'd just confessed to the completely wrong Miller girl, hadn't I...?

I'm never using Floo Powder again.

hey! ishi here! okay, so this is my pathetic attempt at re-writing "I Hate You All, Love Maggie" which as much as it pains me to say, the plot of that particular fic kind of grew to bore me to a point where I didn't know what to do with it to make it less cliche and more different. so i've thrown it into hiatus and given james and maggie something new, and hopefully more humorous. after this, everything is going to be in maggie's point of view. so expect lots of james-hatin people. its gonna be fun~