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"Can I help you, Potter?"
13 year old James Potter was most certainly not Lily Evans' favourite person. Fellow Gryffindors they may be, but they had had few civil conversations in the two and a half years they had known each other.
"Yes, Evans, as a matter of fact, you can."
"Really? And exactly how is that? Do you want to go to the hospital wing that badly again?"
He chuckled, "No, as brilliant as your bat-bogey hex is, I'm here for a different reason. Other than being hexed that is."
"Well spit it out already Potter."
"Very well, if you insist…"
"I'm waiting."
"Go out with me."
She froze, not believing her ears. "I'm sorry, WHAT?!"
"I said, go out with me," he replied, running a hand through his hair.
"Are you out of your mind? We've had like 3 civil conversations. Ever."
"So? You're pretty. I'm hot. Go out with me."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"You don't get to decide for me Potter. No!"
"Yes."
His calm face was getting on her nerves, a complete contrast to her face which was steadily becoming a more and more similar colour to her hair.
"No! Now get out of my sight or I'll hex you!"
That afternoon, James Potter was finally released from the hospital wing after being on the receiving end of a colourful variety of hexes. As he returned to the Gryffindor common room, he sought out a particular pretty redhead again.
"Evans. That was quite rude."
"Get lost Potter." Her wand was in her hand again.
"If you go out with me."
Author's Note: So I'm not really sure how i feel about this. its just... yeaaah. Well i'll update this when i feel like it... I just realised i do a lot of writing late at night. Oh wells, i hope you enjoyed! rate and review please!