A/N: Not a very original title, I know (; but I've had this bouncing around in my head for a while now. Not a songfic!
Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter or anything related except for the plotline. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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James Potter laughed heartily at his best mate's joke, but in reality, he had not even heard Sirius's attempt at ridiculing the poor first year Hufflepuff. His eyes were on his dark haired friend, but in his peripheral vision, he was eyeing a certain redhead. His total focus was on her wide, emerald eyes and perfect lips that stretched into a grin. He had envisioned her in his head more times than he could count, had watched her from every angle. Yet he could not have her.
As his gaze slipped more and more from Sirius' face and it became more pronounced that he was staring at her yet again, she looked up. A jolt of electricity shot through his veins. Her smiling face quickly dropped, transforming into a cold glare. If looks could kill, James would be on the floor in no time.
No, he could not have her.
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