Welcome To Hogwarts:
"James! James!" A call came from across platform 9 3/4.
"Emma!" A boy stopped to see who was calling his name. Suddenly a girl with black hair, green eyes, and a thin body leaped on the boy named James. She hugged him and looked at his face which he kissed her for.
From the direction Emma came stood a man with a smile on his face but not just any man, Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.
On the train James and Emma found an empty carriage to sit in. "So, Emma Potter, how was your summer?" James asked in a very sophisticated voice as if trying to mock the conductor.
"Oh, well actually my summer was quite lonely with out you, James Finnegan." Emma lied; she only pretended to like James for her father who had been pushing them closer and closer since her first-year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At first she just ignored it but then finally decided to date him in third-year because she found out that he fancied her. In the beginning she had thought that she would just date him for a few months, make it not work, and then it would be over. But, here we are in fifth-year the couple still going strong. Emma just couldn't stand to break him heart, after all James was her best friend, who just happened to be forced to be more. "And that Irish accent doesn't work with the voice Babe." She teased.
"Oh well, you know you love it." He replied with a grin. They talked about their summers and families and well, just about everything for half the train ride. They sat in silence for about 5 minutes, during which the trolley cart passed. 'This is the perfect opportunity.' Emma thought. James walked around the carriage appearing to be stretching his legs although Emma knew actually what he was doing. A few seconds later there he was sitting next to her. He would inch closer and closer every few seconds until their shoulders was just barley touching. He finally asked, "Wanna snog?"
She knew it every chance he got last year James would grab her by the waist and they would find an empty classroom to snog in. She was quiet surprised that by the end of the year they hadn't had sex. "What if someone walks in?"
"Then we stop."
"Well I know that but," she stopped and looked into those big beautiful Irish eyes. They always made her say yes. "Oh fine"
She stood up sat on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, she kissed him softly. He kissed her back and then work his way down her neck to her collarbone and back up. The whole rest of the ride they snoged, and the only thing that was going though her head was this year, was the year that she was going to dump him.
As everyone else she wasn't paying attention to the first-years, but only giving the occasional clap. She also kept pulling up her shirt to hide the hicky on her lower neck. She scanned the room for future boyfriends. She was always attracted to brains, but loyalty is important, although courage is always good to. She was so confused. She was only sure of one thing absolutely no Slytherins. She decided to look more at appearances than personalities. 'Wow! That got rid of a lot.' She thought. Hufflepuff had no one, Ravenclaw had no one, Gryffindor had boys that were "too old" at least that's what her parents said. She wouldn't even look at Slytherin, 'Maybe being single isn't so bad' she thought.