Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any aspect of it. All characters and ideas belong to the great J.K. Rowling.
A/N: My visions of writing this always seemed to be on a rainy day. But since my school closed due to snow, I shall improvise. It's my first attempt at a drabble. But anyway, enjoy, and please do review! I love feedback!
Perfect Timing
My eyes drift up to the clock sitting above the fireplace in the common room. 7:59. it reads, and I can't help but smirk. Once the clock strikes eight o'clock, James would be late, and I would have a legit excuse to not go on that damned date for him. He better be late. I really have better things to be doing.
A person can only be bothered to do something so many times before they actually give in. James Potter is everything I am not. He's immature, arrogant, a bully, lies about everything, and has gotten detention with every teacher in Hogwarts at least once. And yet, he has found time to be infatuated with me. And every year, he has found time to ask me out on multiple occasions. Of course I hated him. Again, he was everything I was not. So after six years, I finally gave in. I gave in to his charming smile, and his stunningly attractive hazel eyes. I gave in to the way he stared at me in all our classes, finally staring back for a change.
So maybe I didn't like him—and there's not doubting that—but maybe I hated him so much that I ended up—well…caring about him? Suddenly, I found myself blushing at his wry jokes, and finding it cute the way his tie always loose—the way his jet black hair stuck up in the back—the way his smile makes me go weak in the knees.
Damn.
8:00
It's in that moment that I realize something. Perhaps my life has always this much of a contraction. Perhaps, all these years when James had been flirting with me I secretly enjoyed it. Perhaps all along I haven't allowed myself to like him, maybe even love him. It's also in this moment that James enters the common room. Perfect timing. I smile broadly.
Several hours later, when we are kissing back in the common room, I realize something else. Perhaps it was time to change.
And now, the timing couldn't seem more perfect.