Dear diary:
You know, some things should be locked up. Banned, forgotten, just plain someplace else. For instance- chimps and poison ivy. Chimps are bloody annoying and are no use to anyone. And poison ivy is self explanatory. Well, the one thing that should be locked up (besides evil chimps and that awful plant that make's you look like a hippopotamus with a butt rash) is James Potter. It should be a crime the way he can just sit there lounging around and look so damn sexy! I mean how can I possible get any work done?
He has this thing where he can look comfortable and sprawled out yet still be sitting in a chair doing homework. Is that even possible? He kinda leans back and slouches, with one arm over the back of the chair while the other writes. He has his shirt un tucked and half of it undone so it shows his bare chest, and his tie is loose and hanging to the side. How can anyone do anything with that man sitting there in front of the fire? You'd think that everyone would just stare, amazed at his ability to look so...cool.
ok; now I'm rambling. I really should try and concentrate on studying for transfiguration, but I think I'd much rather study James instead. I can hardly stand it, just sitting here so far away from him. My fingers are practically aching to run through his messy black hair. I used to hate the way he'd ruffle it up, but now I'm the one that wants to do the ruffling. I sound like a horrible slut don't I? Well at the moment I don't really care. I can almost feel his warm skin against mine; it's intoxicating just to think about it.
James and I have always had this thing. It's actually real hard to explain it. We seem to be constantly flirting with each other; well that's what my friends say at least. I don't think I do it on purpose. It's just so hard to…not act like that around him. We kissed once actually. It was bloody amazing, but at the time I was still convinced I hated him, so I figured it didn't count. Even when we were at each other's throats we always had this kind of heated passion.
He was, and still is, the only one who can get the best of me in an argument. And as much as I hate to admit it; that makes him even more bloody sexy than he already is. He has this fire in his eyes, and that trademark smirk that just drives me up the wall. And one of the worst things, or one of the best things, (I'm not completely sure yet) is that he knows just how to make me go crazy with lust. He loves to toy with me; draw me closer and then walk away. But the best thing about knowing him so well is that I'm capable of doing just what he does to me. It's so hard to just walk away and not push him into a secluded corner, but I know that if I wait, it makes him want me even more. And it will definitely be worth it in the long run.
Gosh dang it he caught me starring. There he goes; giving me that tantalizing smirk of his. I know he can see the lust in my eyes. He was always able to read me like that. I can hardly stand it. It's getting really hot in here. I have got to get out side. Gosh I don't know what's wrong with me. For the past couple weeks I haven't been able to concentrate at all during class or when I'm doing homework. I know it's all James fault. I think that he looks sexy on purpose just so that I won't be able to concentrate. I think that I'll go flying for a while. The sun will set in about an hour. The perfect time for flying.
Always,
The infatuated with sexy James Potter Lily