Okay, so I was going through some old word documents because I clearly have some time on my hands, and I found this, I wrote it a while ago and I'm not even sure where I was going with it. I figured I'd post it up here, get some feed back then write some more…sound like a plan? Please review! Thanks!

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Pieces of Paradise

At a glance, he was the epitome of handsome, the charming smile, and the length in his stride, the soft hazel eyes that dazzled behind a pane of glass. His eyes were perhaps his most endearing feature. You could easily lose yourself in the layers of green and brown. The fusion of warm and startling was balanced to perfection. He was, no doubt, a very pleasing person to glance at.

At a second glance you might note, the light sprinkling of freckles across his otherwise flawless ivory skin, and that his glasses lay slightly askew across his nose. You might find that the hem of his shirt never seems to be completely tucked in and his hair looks as though it's never seen a brush.

Take a couple steps forward. Now you start to notice his loosely done up tie and the stains on his jumper. The eyes that were once filled with warmth and welcome shone nothing but absolute pride. His charming smile has transformed into a malicious smirk. There's a casual superiority in his step, a subtle sense of hierarchy.

Now, step right up to him. If you are of average height, your eyes will barely meet his chin. Push your heels up so you are standing on tippie toes. You will now be eye level with his mouth. Observe his white teeth and watch as his masterful disguise begins to crumble. The moment he utters a word you realize you have been fooled. And from the ruins of his flawless shell arises the Potter I have come to know as the rudest and most ego-centric thing to be found in all of bloody England.

He was arrogant, not to mention vain, and he had proud written all over him. None of these qualities are particularly…endearing, yet for some reason people were drawn to him. I wouldn't say everyone was enraptured by his messy hair and self absorbent ways; there are a fair amount of people who would empty their pockets to be rid of James Potter, but there were also enough girls, and blokes for that matter, who worshipped him to rival England's army. It wasn't him alone that collected the masses, he had his posse, Remus and Peter, and standing right beside him was Black, his partner is crime, the only person who could give Potter's inflated head a run for its money. Potter strode down the halls as if he owned them; he was an arsehole for the hell of it but none of that tainted his reputation. Yet, as much as he repels me, the spontaneity of him draws me in like a moth to flame. The teachers of course hated this careless attitude; Potter had a unique disregard for all rules, especially my rules. I back up, he steps in, I shut up, he shouts, I say get a life, he continues to deplete his own downwardly spiraling existence.

I'm the yes to his no; we are polar opposites in every sense of the word. For example: I have values, and he doesn't.

Peta thinks I have every right to hate him, and most people think that I do, but hate isn't really the right word, it's more like loathe. He doesn't understand that when a guy you didn't even like to begin with pays you more attention than a mother to a newborn, the resentment kind of builds up. He can't seem to wrap his mind around the fact that there is a girl that isn't utterly infatuated with him.

His attentions towards me are not because he fancies me, or not even because its fun to chase after something you'll never have, but simply because he's astounded that I don't drool every time I pass him in the halls. He's enraptured by my disinterest in him, which is a new idea to his swollen ego. He's so desperate for me to admit that I'd kill for a date with James Potter, to be just like every other girlHe lives in a world that he can sculpt and dominate how ever he pleases; I spin this world slightly out of orbit.

He thinks I'm stuck up, I think he's a jerk, we agree on nothing, we can never stop bickering, he drives me out of my mind, yet I spend the majority of my time with him and I can't even think why. He's everywhere, no matter how I try to avoid him. I even find myself looking for him when he's not around; he's just Potter, and his being, no matter how unfortunate it may be, is occupying an every growing part of my life.

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