Her Perfume

Chapter 1

James Potter was patrolling the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at 7:00 one cold, wet and windy Saturday night. He was strolling through the rows of bookshelves in the library when he noticed a small glimmer of light behind one of the bookshelves.

"Who's there?" He called.

A quiet "Nox." that echoed though the silent library was the response. The light went out. James crept towards the area where the light had been. As he got near he noticed a silhouette crouching behind one of the small sofas that were scattered throughout the library. James grinned.

"Lumos Maxima." He said causing a ball of light to shoot from his wand and hover in the air, illuminating the scene. He turned to see who the person was, but as he turned he saw a hand with a plastic purple ring on the pinkie snatch his glasses off, blinding him.

"Siriusly?!" He exclaimed.

"You know, that got old an hour after it started." A vaguely familiar female voice replied. Seeing as James knew every Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girl, it was natural to assume that this one was Slytherin. He raised his wand, mentally selecting a Jinx, to get back at the snake for stealing his glasses.

"Wait! Don't Jinx me! I'm Gryffindor!"

"Really? Then what's the password to the Gryffindor tower?"

"Padfoot rules."

James lowered his wand. At the start of the year, he and Lily had decided that he would choose the password for the first half of the year, and she would choose it for the second half. Sirius had confunded James so that instead of it being 'Snakes are fools', (Lily wouldn't let him use more colourful language, "Think of the first years, Potter!") the password became 'Padfoot rules'. They had tried to change it, but the Fat Lady was adamant that once the password was set, it couldn't be changed.

"Sorry, thought you were a Snake. Why'd you steal my glasses?"

"So you couldn't see me."

"Okaaay. Did you change your voice so I wouldn't recognise it?"

"Quick aren't you?"

"As lightning." James drawled flopping down on the sofa. Or where he thought the sofa was. The girl giggled, a high pitched, squeaky sound, as she helped him up.

"Godric, I hate her laugh." She groaned, guiding him onto the sofa.

"Whose laugh?"

"Can't tell you that, it would help you figure out who I am. I know you're wondering."

James grinned, liking the girl's attitude. He went through all the Gryffindor girls in his mind, trying to figure out who she could be. He dwindled on Marlene, then remembered she had Detention with Slughorn until 8.

"So," He said, leaning forward and squeezing the girl's hand, which was still in his own, "Why don't you want me to know you are?"

"Hmmm…" She replied, as he stroked her hand with his thumb. "It would spoil the fun wouldn't it?"

"The fun of what?"

"Seeing you try and work it out."

He felt her slide closer to him.

"What makes you think I will?" He asked teasingly.

"Because," She responded, cupping his face with her hand and kissing him, he sighed as he inhaled an expensive, beautiful scent, "I know you. Goodnight James."

James felt her get up, and slide his glasses into his hand. He put them on and saw he was alone, the smell of her perfume still lingering in the air.

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