Potter's hair infuriated me. The way it flopped and stuck out like it was having a hard time trying to decide between flat or spiky. He thinks it look really cool, like he's just gotten off his stupid broomstick. No one will admit to him, but his hair is so..so..annoying. But it's not like I care. I mean, I am the silly little red-head with unmanageable curls. He calls me "Evans" – as if we weren't more distant than we already are.
He's always sticking up for me though. It's is incredibly cute and sweet but his principals and methods are so repulsive. There's no need for everyone at school to view the revolting underwear that Snape owns. Ergh..loose and grey, yuk. Snape is offensive, I get the fact that all Slytherin's hate muggle – born, except, I've seen Snape near where I used to live, in Devon and the man named Tobias Snape. The slightly weird thing is my parents have known him for years, and he's no wizard – Mother went to the same high school as him. Which makes Snape either muggle – born or like the rest of the population, a half – blood. If news of this leaked out, there would be discrimination of a future Death Eater, it is no secret that Snape excells in the Dark Arts.
Babbling on again, I suppose.
The thing is, Ja- no Potter used to be a "player" – he has had fun with multitudes of girls and now, he's stopped. What is really annoying about this is it affects me in some skewy way of his. If I feel someone looking at me in Potions, Charms, or Transfiguration, it's always him. I've caught him at it a couple of times, and the longing in his eyes scare me. He has asked me out once, twice – let's just say several times but I guess I'm afraid. Potter has broken so many hearts and the iron barrier I put up around my heart might be the only thing he's interested in. Maybe he wants to knock it down so he can break me. Or maybe it's worse, maybe it is all just an awful dare. But with all my might, I can't fight what my cerebrum is telling me, my cerebrum, in charge of complex thought. Maybe Potter really is interested in me. But it can't be, it just can't be.
With my thoughts on him so much, it's no wonder that Jam-Potter hasn't already broken through and touched my soul.
Just a one-shot on Lilly and James which I wrote when there was like nothing to do. Hehhehe. Hope you enjoyed it!!
Love, Zhangie xox
