Disclaimer: If only I owned Harry Potter

She had always considered herself almost beautiful. If only her eyes were a little larger, if only her nose a bit smaller, if only her hair a bit more cooperative, if only, if only. And so, to her, it seemed inconceivable that James considered her to be the most beautiful woman on earth. It was just one more reason on a long (long long long) list of reasons why she refused to go out with him. She was not beautiful. She was not even perfect, and she resented James for thinking so. She resented the look of adoration in his eyes when they fought and the way he would whisper (ever so softly, leaving her almost wondering if she had imagined it) "so beautiful." (But oh how she loved it, too and oh, how she wished he could understand her and not adore her)

So she could not bring herself to be too surprised when she found out that it was he, who drove her as crazy as Potter did, with his infuriating smirks and cocky nonchalance, it was he who managed to her all the things she wished James would. It was he who saw through her carefully constructed walls to all her insecurities and love her in spite of them, because it was he who was just as imperfect and flawed and breakable as she (and oh how she wished it was he that she was falling in love with). It seemed that James Potter had a knack for surrounding himself with imperfection that he was blind to.