This is just a short drabble that I came up with. Please no flames, I wrote this a while ago and my friend convinced me to publish it. Nyra must
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do borrow him and many others!
Her emerald green eyes narrowed. She stomped over with her fists clenched and her royal blue dress fluttering in the breeze. She shouted angrily, some would say shrilly, but everyone definitely, undisputedly, would say loud. She should be used to this, it happened every week, sometimes more often, since she was eleven, and yet, without fail, it pissed her off every time.
Six years later, she was able, with minimum effort required, to shut even the birds up when infuriated due to a situation like this. He stood there with his usual cocky grin on his face. He annoyed and frustrated her and yet she was still enticed by the peach fragrance of his cologne.
His feature softened, and she faltered, reveling secretly in the beautiful sight he made, fighting the crush she had on him. She smirked as she leaned in to kiss him. She'd denied her feelings for a while, why not stop now?
Thanks for reading. Maybe I'll be able to do one from James' POV, but my muse tends to like taking unexplained absences from work for undetermined amounts of time.