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Summary: It's not that I wanted James Potter to be in love with me, he just was. But when he told me it was such a total and complete shock. My plan to make James Potter stop loving me had failed.
Chapter 1: My thoughts
"Bye mom, I'll miss you so much", I said to my mother who had no other concern but to squeeze the life out of me and plant kisses on my face.
"Yes dear you have a good year now" she said after finally letting go and giving me a chance to breathe.
"Bye daddy", I said as my dad gave me an equally bone crushing hug.
"Have a good year dear and have fun", he said with a grin.
"I'll miss you both but I've got to go the train now! It leaves in two minutes!" I said as my dad hesitantly let go and I began to walk toward the Hogwarts Express.
As soon as I began to wave I saw a familiar face. There was the boy that was obsessed with me. The quidditch playing, messy haired, big headed, prick: James Potter. The biggest prat I have ever met in my entire life. I wish he would just deflate his head and accept rejection, I thought to myself. He was always acting as if he was the king of all and owned every girl in the school including me. I suppose that was why he liked me. He liked the chase and he liked that I was unattainable. He could never seem to catch me, not like I would let him anyway.
Here are my thoughts on James Potter. Before I even knew him he became familiar to everyone at Hogwarts through his never ending pranks with his friends, Siruis Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They even had a cute little nickname for themselves. They called themselves the mauranders. They were always busy playing childish pranks and were known as the trouble makers of the school. Everyone thought they were amusing and most of the girls thought them to be rather charming. I didn't, especially when I found myself the object of one of their pranks in 2nd year...
Flashback
The prank had begun because Black told Potter that I had notified a professor of their plan to go to Hogsmeade after curfew. Because of this Black received three days of detention and of course was seeking revenge on "that redhead girl". People had warned me to watch myself because the mauranders were known for taking revenge on anyone who crossed them. I paid no attention to that, I could care less about what they would do to me.
That same day as I walked back to the Gryffindor common room from charms, I noticed everyone staring at my face while stifling giggles. This went on for ten minutes so obviously I became very irritated. I became so angry that as I made my way up the marble ever moving steps I shouted "What!" to my perpetual audience. This stopped the crowd from giggling for about a minute after which they quickly resumed.
When I got into the Gryfindor common room I went up to my dormitory to look in the mirror and written all over my face, yes literally written in black, were the words "snitch". I gasped and frantically began to scrub the words off with soap and water. This only made things worse and turned the words a bright vomit green. I even tried countless spells which only got the bloody letters to turn from Green to Purple to Brown to Orange to Red. The red was the worst because the letters now looked as if they had been burned on.
When I finally came down to the common room, my face red from scrubbing and spells, I heard laughter escaping the mouths of Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Then finally Black said,
"Like the spell? Invented it myself!." Then he muttered the counter curse and said, "I think you've learned your lesson."
Then just as I muttered, "Bloody pricks" I caught a glimpse of Potters' guilty, yes guilty, expression that baffled me as I stormed off to the girl's dormitory.
End
In third year pranks were still pulled but much less often. The maruanders had discovered the opposite sex and had begun to refocus their attention. Sirius had his charm and good looks, Remus had his intellect and flattery, Peter who knew. As for Potter, he was a seeker and all the girls were infatuated with his looks. Not me of course. I couldn't care less about his perpetual messy jet black hair, his hazel eyes, his heart melting smile, his rule breaker attitude, his ability to charm, and the fact that he could have any girl he wanted wrapped around his bloody little finger. I would go on but I'm not one of his girlfriends. You'd be better off asking them.
All I saw in him was a big headed, show off, prat, who was incapable of some humility for once. He didn't care about anyone but himself and enjoyed himself by constantly being a prick to anyone out of boredom.
Potter began to notice me and try to impress me in fourth year. He would stare at me non-stop in the classes we had together and show off in front of me by shouting, "Evans, Evans look what I did" or "Evans look at snivelous". Sometimes he would just say my name over and over again "Evans, Evans, Evans", give me a break.
I got so tired of him I couldn't stand it. But I had no idea he liked me I just thought he was being his normal self, bragging and showing off. It's not like I cared anyway I had to focus on more important things like my studies. Not to mention O.W.L.S. were soon approaching.
In 5th year Potter began trying to ask me out. I didn't know why, all I had done was be mean to him and ignore him. I came to the conclusion that he only wanted to go out with me because he couldn't get me and if he did he would pick me up and drop me off. But many girls still said I was so lucky to have Potter drooling over me. Potter would ask me out at every possible chance he got, showing off for me more than ever by running a hand through his hair to make it messy. He thought this was attractive, I thought it made him look like a fool. He paid more attention to me than any of his girlfriends to the extent that they all broke up with him. But I would never go out with Potter. I would never give him the pleasure of knowing that he got every girl he wanted.
In our 6th year Potter made an attempt to deflate his air filled head and did not brag as much as before, to my surprise. But he didn't change toward the Slytherins, I doubted he would. I still refused to go out with him and I didn't know why he wouldn't give up and accept rejection. I mean he had girls kissing the very ground he walked on. I guess he never learned, he still likes me.
Now I'm climbing the steps of the Hogwarts express about to start the school year as head girl. I hope this will be a wonderful year, not to mention my last one. I also hope that Potter has given up. If not plan I'll be forced to turn to plan B. I'll make him.
A/N Thanks so much for reading!
-M.