Disclaimer: I've checked my passport, and I'm still not J.K. Rowling.
How it all started.
'Evans! Go out with me?'
God, he's doing it again. And no friends, no-one else in the common room to save me. Why does that obnoxious idiot persist to ask me out all the time, He can have any girl in the castle, for Merlin's sake! He has gorgeous eyes, he's the Quidditch star, well built, smart, dreamy...
Dammit! Brain, you have got to stop associating James Potter, chief marauder, prankster extraordinary and unchanging git, with the words gorgeous and dreamy! He's an idiot, and will always be one. Never mind the way he treats Sev. I may not like him after he called me...that name, but he still introduced me to the magical world, and he was my best friend for 5 years.
'No, Potter. Get it into your thick skull. I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. GO. OUT. WITH. YOU. Why can't you just understand that, and shove off!
But then something changes all of a sudden. His face softens, and is that..hurt in his eyes? He's never looks like that when I reject him, he always just laughs it off and then just asks again tomorrow. Then, something I never could've imagined happens.
His voice drops to just above a whisper, and the tone fills me with guilt and shame.
'Okay.'
