Hi, I'm Gertrude and this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Well, I'm writing another one, but it's a bit long and is a work in progress.

This will just be a two-shot based ona daydream I had once about how I wanted to tell my crush I liked him but make him forget if he freaked out about it. Then (again) I began dreaming about being a witch. And then I decided to write this story.


James Potter was perfect. His hair always looked as though he'd just got off a broomstick (which was the hottest look ever), and he always had that cheeky smile on his face. He looked like a fallen angel. And after Quidditch, he would always make a show of removing his top to 'cool down'. And he was soo smart! He had time to do his work, help his friends and prank somebody, all in one lesson! He was the most beautiful person on earth.

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Ella? I was talking to you," she said, impatiently. "Yet you're too busy going googly-eyed over my cousin. Again."

Ella turned round sheepishly. "What's up?" she asked.

"Are you-"

"Girls, could you have your discussion afterwards?" Professor Macmillan asked.

"But Sir, it's about Quidditch! Did you watch the cup over the summer?"

"Yes, Miss Weasley. Now I don't really think your hedgehog looks much like a pincushion to me. Next time I come over, I don't want it to curl up into a ball."

Ella went back to gazing at James. He had a mischievous look which told Ella someone was about to be pranked.

Next thing they knew, Tulip Goyle shrieked as her chair turned into a pincushion. And then she howled as she landed on it.

James fell off his chair, he was laughing so much. All his friends high-fived him, but then the Transfiguration Professor stormed over.

Lucy turned to Ella. "What part of that," she said, gesturing to the boy rolling around on the floor, "Is attractive? He's an idiot, Elle. And I've known him longer than you."

"But Luce, he's gorgeous!"

"And he has a sense of humour. Unlike somebody." Roxanne added

"Hey!" Lucy protested, as a sobbing Tulip was helped out of class. "I have a sense of humour!"

"Yeah, okay then." Ella replied as Professor Macmillan dismissed the class. "I'm off to do some studying. We have that big charms tomorrow and to be honest, I can't summon anything to save my life!"

"And that potions essay," Lucy added.

Ella rolled her eyes.

Then Roxanne exclaimed, "You need to sign up for Quidditch as well! Fred told me that we could do with a chaser like you!"


Ella got up and went to put the book back.

"P... p-o... po... Potions! Aha! Right… Rox wanted Quidditch Through the Ages, didn't she? Alth- Oh!" She turned around and bumped into James Potter. Her heart skipped a beat and she tried not to blush.

He's even hotter up close; Ella thought but said, "Sorry, wasn't looking."

He smiled. "It's Ellie, right? You were the substitute on the team last year."

"A-actually it's Ell-a, but yeah, I'm trying out for chaser again this year. Are you playing chaser as well?" She asked shyly, brushing an auburn lock out of her face.

"Yeah, and my brother's going to try out for seeker too. He's a very agile player, like Dad."

"Well best of luck to him, then," Ella replied, noticing he had the very book that she wanted for Roxanne.

"You too. What book you looking for?" James asked.

"Erm... Quidditch through the ages..." she said, awkwardly. "But it's okay, it's for Rox and she's read it 5 times already."

"Me too, but it's a good book. Anyway, see you around," he smiled.

Ella's heart skipped a beat again.

Looking back, Ella had no idea what came over her, maybe it was the fact that he smiled at her, but she found herself kissing him. And it was real, not one of her daydreams. All she thought about was how soft his lips were and how-

Wait, what?

She pulled away, embarrassed.

James looked back in shock.

Then in shock and embarrassment, Ella freaked out.

"Stupefy!" She called, and he slumped to the ground. Then she thought about it. He was going to remember her kissing him, then stunning him. He would hate her. "Obliviate," she whispered, although she had never done it before. She hoped she didn't erase all his memory.

Ella looked at him one last time before pocketing the book and slipping away.


Fred frowned at his cousin. "Where have you been? You missed Quidditch try-outs! I now am missing my best chaser, and I can't change it coz it'll look like favouritism. Now where were you?" he demanded.

"I... don't know?" James replied.

"Are you asking or telling me?" His seventeen year old cousin replied. "And if you were snogging a cute chick then tell me, bro! Just in future don't let it interfere with Quidditch!"

"Fred I- I actually have no clue. I woke up unconscious in the library like I had just been stunned, and I can't remember anything since Transfiguration! But anyway, who's chaser?"

Fred frowned again. "Erm... Roxanne, Andrea Green, and Ella Smith."

"Ella Smith?" James asked. He was pretty sure he knew his entire house, but that was a new name. "Who's that?"

Roxanne walked over. "Who's Ella? My best friend? Come on, James, think!"

That confused James even more. "I thought Lucy was your best friend?"

Ella panicked. She and Lucy were sat nearby and could hear the whole conversation. He had forgotten her!