I have auburn hair, with strands of chestnut and blonde hair that curls in loose ringlets. It's never disheveled; always tidy.

He has straight, jet black hair that never lays flat.

I have bright, luminous emerald eyes.

He has warm, hazel eyes with flecks of gold, that never cease to twinkle with mischief.

I'm intelligent and precise.

He's brave and dynamic.

I have a roaring temper.

He is the only one that could ever stop the fire, rather than fuel it.

To the outsider, a match made in heaven.

Reality? We're best friends.

He's a prince, the sole heir to King Charlus and Queen Euphemia.

I'm a commoner who just happens to attend the same college he does.

I still think it's pretty cool that I can say I've met the Queen, though. I didn't even know he was a Prince when I met him; I had never really cared about the Royal family. I knew one existed, but I never knew any of their names or anything.

The day I first met him, he was just an annoying bloke who so happened to bump into me. That was our second day of college, at the ripe age of 18. It's senior year right now, and we're both 22. Someone bumped into me, knocking down my stuff and...

"Come back here!"

He halted, but didn't turn around. "Pardon?"

"You bumped into me"

"That I did"

That was enough for me. "So what gives you the damn right to make me late for my second day of university! Not to mention, you skidded right past me, and would've never stopped had I not called out. And look at me when I talk to you!"

He turned around, and exhaled. I was struck by his eyes. They held a warmth I'd never seen before, and I couldn't breathe for a second. I recovered pretty quickly though, with his next comment. "Well, I am entitled. Can't do anything about that, but—"

I glared. "No buts, explain to me, oh great one, why you think you're so special you can drop my stuff and not even murmur a hasty apology?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, making a few hairs stick out. "I mean, I usually get a free pass, being a Prince. I shouldn't have done that though, that was shitty of me. Aren't you also headed to political science, though?"

I was confused, then horrified. "Damn. Shit. Fuck. Are you really Prince James?"

"Erm, yeah"

"Damn, my bad. That was still shitty though"

"Sorry. If it makes it up to you, I can carry your stuff, since we're headed to the same class"

"I guess"

We were both late, so we had to sit in the back of Professor McGonagall's lecture room. Through the 2 hour lecture, I talked to him. He was funny, he was carefree. He was kind, he was genuinely apologetic. We were quickly inseparable.