I know I should really be concentrating on Aftermath, but I just had the urge to write this, and so it happened. This chapter's only short, but please let me know what you think!
Not sure if I'll add another chap quite yet..
Chapter One
I can't believe it. That bloody James Potter. The arrogant berk has gone and well and truly messed me up. Why can't I get his stupid grin out of my head? If he was here now I'd curse him. I haven't seen him for two weeks, and yet I see him every night when I'm asleep, and quite frankly it's driving me up the wall.
Why didn't I push him off me? Why? Why didn't I tell him to get lost? I wish I had, because now all I can think of is the bigheaded arse.
I was minding my own buisiness, patrolling the corridor on the Hogwarts Express, when he pulled me into an empty compartment. I should've walked straight out, but being an idiot I sat down with him. He was quite sweet I suppose. Told me he really liked me. And then the prat kissed me.
It was the most amazing kiss of my life. I suppose I should've stayed and talked to him, but I crapped myself and ran off. And now all I can think of is James Potter, the arrogant, self-obsessed arsehole who hasn't left me alone since I was 11. I wish I knew what to do, I really do. I even tried talking to Petunia yesturday, but she just slammed her bedroom door in my face, so now I have to wait another four weeks until I get back to Hogwarts to be able to do anything about it.
I don't know what I'm going to do. Ignore him? Talk to him about it? I absolutely detest James Potter. Why do I suddenly feel this way? Why, after six years of him annoying me and chasing me around, do I feel like all I want to do is be near him?
I need to stop thinking about him. I need to sleep. That's what I'll do, get a good rest. I was just drifing into dreamland when I heard a weird pecking noise. I looked at my window automatically, and there was a familar looking brown owl, pecking at my window.
I pushed the window open and let the bird in from the dark street outside. He held out his leg for me to detatch the letter, which I did. My name was written in small, messy writing. I knew who it was from instantly. I unravelled the parchment and read it carefully, then again and again, to be sure I was reading it right.
Dear Lily,
I can't stop thinking about what happened on the train. It was amazing. I know you aren't my biggest fan, but I just need to know if what happened was a one off, or if you meant it as much as I did. Please write back.
-James
I can't believe it. He can't stop thinking about me either! But what do I say to that, when I don't know for myself whether or not it was a one off? Oh my giddy aunt, what do I say now? What do I want to do? Do I like him? Oh come off it Lily Evans, of course I bloody like him, why else can't I stop thinking about him, and that messy, black hair of his? The way he grins when Gryffindor win a quidditch match. The way he calls me 'Evans' even though he knows I want to blugeon him to death every time he does? But he's such an arrogant arse. Although, he has been better behaved lately, hasn't he? Oh, what do I do? Do I want to go out with James Potter? If only I knew!
