A/N: Alright. So this is an idea that I already had, but I've changed it around a lot. I hope that this way it is more attractive to readers and all that jazz. So this is the prologue to Whatcha' Say. It's not a song fic, but it is based around Jason DeRulo's Whatcha' Say. So yeah, I hope you guy enjoy. Reviews are totally welcome. So review and such. The song Whatcha' Say is the plot of the story.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter ear children. However, I do own Shauvon Goldstein and her friends. So don't steal them please. I've worked long and hard on Shauvon. So no stealing.

SIXTH YEAR

"Shauvon," he called out to her. "Shauvon, baby, please."

She only walked faster when she heard his voice. A part of her, the sane part, never wanted to hear it again. Damn his pleas. Damn them to hell, the sane part of her brain shouted at her. However, the other part, the part that was in love with the boy chasing her, wanted to fall into his arms and let him tell her he loved her over and over again. She wanted that more than anything. But the sane part of her brain was louder and it made more sense. This was the last time that James Sirius Potter was going to cheat on her. It was the first time that she'd seen it, but she knew that he was doing it before. But she loved him, so much that she didn't want to believe it.

He grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Shauvon turned and looked at him. "Just listen to me, please." She pulled her wrist away from him and crossed her arms. "Baby, I'm so sorry. You have no idea how bad I feel. I never wanted you to get hurt. I was just confused. I saw the way that he looked at you. Baby, you didn't see how he looked at you. He wanted and you looked like you wanted him too. Baby, you have no idea how badly the hurt me."

"So you went and tried to hurt me?" she snapped.

"No," he reached on and grabbed her hand. James ran his fingers through his dark hair and exhaled. The look in his eyes was one of pure terror. She's never seen him like this before. "I never wanted to hurt you. We had it planned out. I just wanted you to see how it felt to think that you were going to lose me, because that's how I feel every time I see you with him. I feel like I'm going to lose you. I don't know what I would do without you. Do you know that? You make me what to be a better me. I can't lose you. Forgive me."

"What do you mean you had it all planned out?" Shauvon asked.

"We were just going to sit and talk. You know, maybe hold hands. But that's it. We never talked about what happened…" his voice trailed off ashamed of himself.

"James, you and I both know that in order to have sex with someone there has to be two people."

"Look, I just got caught up. I don't even remember getting into bed with her. Look, Shauvon she means nothing to me. I love you."

She'd waited to hear him say that. But all she could hear when he said it, was what Erica, the girl he'd slept with, said to her when she saw them lying in bed together, completely undress and hair in disarray. "Bitch, please. There's no way that you can ever amount to me. You, you're too much of a tease. He got tired of waiting on you. He realized what he was missing. You never meant anything to him." She couldn't get those words out of her head. Erica could have been right. She could have meant nothing to James. He could be using her.

"Are you thinking about what Erica said?" he asked her. If it were possible for his expression to get anymore hurt, it did. Shauvon looked away from him. That was his answer. "Shauvon, you know that none of that is true. You know that I love you .I've loved you since the first time I saw you dance first year. You know that. Don't let that ruin this. Please?"

"No," her voice was hoarse. "James, what you did was unacceptable and unforgiveable. You can't even know the pain that I'm in right now. James, I can feel my heart breaking. I never thought that you were going to be the one to hurt me. James, we should…."

"No, no, no, don't say that. Shauvon, don't."

"We should break-up. That way you can snag Erica all day and night. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like a terrible idea. Shauvon, don't."

"I'll give you all of your things tomorrow. Good-bye, James."