A/N: One of my 3am drabbles. DEAL WITH IT
Disclaimer: (These are pretty pointless, aren't they?) Harry Potter is not mine.
Beta: No.
She turned her eyes on him, throwing him a desperate look.
"What?"
Without being able to say a word, she blushed and turned her eyes on her Potions essay.
Smirking, he inquired again, "...What?"
"I'm..." she began, mulling over her words. "I'm thinking of saying yes."
"Really?" He now smiled. After studying her face, he continued supportively, "Understandable."
"No, it's not!" she muttered pathetically. "I've tried to think of a reason, but... nothing makes sense anymore."
"That's the effect of James Potter," he said whilst nodding. "Don't beat yourself about it."
Suddenly, her lap was more interesting than his words.
A/N: ...yeah