Infatuation

Infatuation

A James Sirius Potter Story

Just a little story I wrote on a Saturday night with nothing better to do. while waiting for my mum to bring back my pizza. Jamie is owned by JKR, but I developed his personality. Avery and Darrimond are property of randomcherry41, used with what I'm sure is permission as she is one of the more cool people on Earth, and Niri is a character shared between us.

/rant

James Sirius Potter was lying awake in his dormitory, even though it nearing on 3 o' clock in the morning. Various snores from various boys was only half the reason that Jamie was lying awake, the other was the fact that he was absorbed deep in thought, thoughts about the most beautiful girl (at least in his opinion) in the world, Avery Bellatrix Lestrange.

Every orifice of Avery shined in his golden brown eyes. Her silky tresses washed with strawberry shampoo glittered when it his the light, her ivy green eyes lit up when she laughed, and she was of course, adorably short, especially when compared to Jamie himself, who stood near 6' 6".

It was almost comical, the devotion that Jamie showed to his Av. He brought her roses and told her how beautiful she looked on a daily basis. Needless to say that the public displays of affection were second nature.

So why wasn't Jamie perfectly happy, sleeping soundly, dreaming of his 'kitten'? The feelings were ridiculously unrequited, exactly the opposite. Avery hated James's very essence, and everything that he stood for. Which really sucked for Jamie, but the truth was that he was completely in love with her, a fact that he readily admitted to himself and others.

But she didn't want to go along with that, of course. He told her that she looked absolutely stunning and she told him to go burn in the Lake. He gave a bracelet that he had spent the past month making with very expensive little jewels and clumsy large fingers; she'd go toss it in the Lake. And Jamie spent every day in agony, trying to not let anyone know that under that huge puppy-dog grin Avery was taking her fingernails and tearing herself out little chunks of his heart.

It didn't look like James was getting any sleep tonight.

How was that? –lipbite- It was my first story that someone was going to see that they didn't already know the complete back story, so I wanted to post one.