Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor any of the other Harry Potter characters created by JK Rowling. I do, however, own Avery. My friend Bunnie created James' personality.

Notice: Avery is Bellatrix's and Rudolphus' kid. I know it's not really canon. So, if you don't like slightly AU stories, don't read.

He waited behind the corner, breathing slowly.

He pushed his navy blue hair back. Call him rebellious, but James Sirius Potter dyed his hair at least once a month. Otherwise it turned black just like his dad.

He hated when that happened.

His brother Albus, loved it. Then again, Albus didn't care about living in their father's shadow. He even had glasses just like him. James didn't- thank Godric. Nonetheless, everyone seemed to love Al. He was a Slytherin and a Potter. Something for everyone.

James rolled his eyes thinking about it, as he leaned against the wall waiting. He was a Gryffindor, true, but he'd alienated many of his would-be fangirls.

Here came the reason now.

He leapt out of his hiding spot, whisking her off her feet. As the girl let out a small cry, he pressed his lips to hers. He felt her freeze up for a moment, then he released her, setting her back down.

An expression or shock, then fury.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter?" She shrieked, her chest rising and fall rapidly.

He gave a warm smile. "Saying hello."

She made a disgusted face and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. "I'm going to catch whatever brain disease all you Gryffindorks have! You're lucky I don't hurt you."

James smiled down at her. He was an exceptionally seventeen-year-old. And she was tiny in every way, even for a fifth year. He'd been 'punched' by her before, and to be perfectly honest, if he hadn't seen her do it, he might not even have noticed.

She saw this look and gave him a Slytherin sneer. "Get out of my airspace, Potter."

"No can do, Avs."

Avery's face flushed. She turned on her heel and began to stride away, but James easily caught up with her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her back around. He took this time to observe her face. Her green eyes. Ironic. He was the Potter, and he had brown eyes, yet the descendant of one of his father's worst enemies had green.

Wait- His own thoughts weren't making sense again,

He gritted her teeth. "What do you want, Potter?"

He took her hand in his. "I wanted to ask you if you want to go to Hogsmede with me this weekend."

She gave him a steady glare. "You wish."

James arched an eyebrow. "We both know you want to."

"No." She turned back around, running after a group of her friends, but not before James, still holding her hand, pulled her back and gave her another kiss. "Later?"

She made an odd noise and retreated back to her friends.

"Something wrong?" Albus asked her, his arm snaking around her waist.

"No." Avery Lestrange repeated, tucking back a lock of her hair. "Nothing unusual."

...Poor James.

Yep, this is what happens when I try to work through writer's block.

I HATE YOU. –stabs writer's block-

Thanks for reading!