It's pretty crap, I need to get into the story.. this sets it up a bit slightly.. it will get interesting and longer and all that shizz

"I like to dance all night, summons the day

but that's how I play, yeah that's how I play,

I said who are you? Don't matter who you are

so we dance all night and dance all day."

Headphones on, world out. That's my motto when James Potter was around.

After Dom had presented me with a bowl of pasta, she more or less forced me to go to Diagon Alley with her, much to my dismay. I had already been once, and there was nothing else I needed for next week, so I saw no reason for my presence, however it seemed she merely wanted to be cruel. We hadn't gone on our little trip for school supplies like she had told me; we had gone in fact to meet up with the minority of her family that I didn't like. All in all she had a lovely family; I got on with most of them, well the ones I had met, they were all polite, and had a certain charm about them that instantly made you like them. That was however only true if you missed out James and Fred from the family. They collectively were not polite and easy to get on with at all, nor did they have a likable charm, they had a certain arrogant charm about them that certainly wasn't likable. And they were also the 2 people sat across from me and Dom in The Leaky Cauldron. I could see lips moving, and now and then a glance from one of them, usually accompanied by a smirk on James' behalf. But I was happy listening to kings of Leon instead of their voices. That was until the glances increased too much for my liking and it was obvious they were talking about me, so pausing my music I began to listen.

"Why exactly does she hate us Dom?" ugh, Freddie's voice was annoying me already.

"Who knows? She won't tell me, I don't think she has a reason, she just... doesn't like you."

"We're too hot for her." WARNING! James' arrogance has arrived WARNING! I scoffed unintentionally and all eyes were immediately trained on me. Oops.

"Cassie?" I ignored Dom pretending I couldn't hear her. "Cas, can you hear us?"

I for some reason decided now would be a good time to start humming, I was wrong. James, the twat, reached over the table and pulled my headphones straight off my head.

"Oi you wanker! Give them back!" he didn't listen though, instead decided to put them on.

"Nope, she could hear us." I hate him. I really do. But glancing down at my phone, which had headphones, of which James Potter was wearing, connected to them, a light bulb turned on. Subtly turning the volume up, before scrolling through to find some form of heavy music, I tapped play on a Blink182 song, and watched James' face.

Oh it was priceless, if only I had a camera; I would have framed that moment on my wall and treasured it for the rest of my life.

He let out an audible yell, catching the attention of most of the customers, and grappled at the headphones trying to pull them off his head, all the while I was in hysterics. Trying to calm myself to a point of being able to breathe was proving difficult.

"You'd think I'd hate you, not the other way around." He said with a scowl once he'd managed to tackle the music away from his ears. I shot him a smile in response, I refused to correct him. I didn't hate James and Fred, i just didn't like them. Hate is a strong word, I'm still yet to meet someone I hate.

There was an awkwardness hanging in the air, and it was beginning to irritate me, I'm not an awkward, shy kind of girl, therefore awkward situation seemingly bug me.

"Drink anyone?" I asked breaking the ice as I stood from the rather uncomfortable stool I had been sat on previously. At first I was met by strange looks from all, and began to wonder if I had something on my face.

"Yeah sure, Fire whiskey please" Freddie finally answered, much to my surprise, I honestly thought Dom would of said something by now, but glancing towards her I noticed her attention was elsewhere, and following her gaze I couldn't help but snort out an uncontrollable laugh. Her eyes were, quite obviously, focussed upon that of Mr. Patrick Finnegan. This very attractive gesture from me, caught the attention of both James and Fred who instinctively followed my gaze, but the amused look I had expected to see was that of a more puzzled look over anything. Clearly they didn't know about Sweet little Dom's love life. I guess that was a good thing on both Paddy and Dom's behalf I highly doubt Paddy would be physically able if they had. So being the amazing friend I am I covered her tracks.

"She has a crush on him" I whispered secretively.

"Ahem! Dom!" no reply

"DOM!" Nothing.

"Dominique Weasley!" I yelled down her ear.

"Your attention was occupied I see?" I teased her winking as her face flushed and she began to sink down in her seat.

We didn't stay at The Leakey Cauldron much longer, after Dom had conversed with Paddy and James and Fred had non-so-subtly flirted with the very few attractive witches this pub had to offer, all whilst I had sat on a bar stool complaining to Tom of my cruel friend, we- to my disappointment all of us- ended up at my house. But I had left them downstairs, deciding I had good enough reason to be pissed at Dom, I went up to my room and began to paint listening to The Smiths to add to my sombre mood as well as to drown out the laughter from the three others who were enjoying my house. I often resorted to painting or sketching when I was in a bad mood, my large collection of canvases suggests my usual mood, and usually I did portraits, as I was on this occasion but I had already drawn all I would class as friends or family. And so I found myself sketching the jaw-line of James Potter, what had drove me to do this I'll never know, but the next 4 hours I had of peace whilst I was concentrating on nothing but the brush in my hand and the canvas in front of me, rid me of any ill-thoughts of James or anything for that matter. The house had become seemingly silent from what I could tell, at the pause between songs I no longer heard the murmur of laughter, therefore came to the conclusion that they had left, which I was grateful of, having those three particular persons within my humble abode was more than unnerving. With a lesser chance of being seen I decided to change into my pyjamas which merely consisted of a Chudley Cannons jersey, before continuing with my portrait that after 4 hours still only had an eye, a face shape, a few tufts of hair and the start of a plaid shirt.

"What you drawing there Cas?" my music had still been on full volume so the sound of a voice behind me made me jump all the while dragging my brush across the canvas leaving an attractive black streak across the painted chest of the owner of the husky voice behind me.

"You wanker" I sighed turning to face James. "Why'd you do that? It's ruined now."

"It's not ruined, at least you didn't draw across their face" he shrugged, and I don't know what motivated me to do it, but I found myself lunging forward paintbrush at the ready to slash a line across his non-painted face.

"Now their face does." I smirked leaning back and crossing my arms in victory.

"You're drawing me?" He honestly looked astonished at the prospect. "I didn't even know you could draw, wait, why would you draw me, you hate me?"

"I've already drawn everyone I can tolerate." I shrugged motioning towards the pile of canvases in the corner.

"Can I look at them?" He asked his voice was soft, none of the usual arrogance was evident. It was nicer, he sounded different, I liked different.

"Sure" my voice was expressionless as I turned back to the newly started painting. "Actually while your here let me look at your face." He looked unsure to begin with but didn't object when I pulled his face down closer to mine.

"Shit."

"What?"

"I've made you look too handsome." I joked, slapping his cheek a smirk on my face as I stifled a chuckle.

"You're mean Cassie Peters, very mean."

"Why am I mean, Jamesy wamesy? Does iccle James not like mean people?" I mocked.

"See, mean." He smiled "why don't you like me?"

"Why are you still in my house?"

"Dom and Freddie fell asleep."

"The bastards." I muttered. Dipping my brush in more paint.

"Now answer my question."

"I guess, you gave me the wrong first impression." I lied, I could feel my cheeks reddening.

"You're a terrible liar." He chuckled "let's make a deal."

"I'm making no promises!" I cut in before he could carry on.

"You tell me why you don't like me before the first Hogsmead trip, or you have to go with me as my date." He stated.

"But that works out good for you in both ways" I whined at the unfairness of his deal. "If I do tell you you have to do my transfiguration homework for a month. What? It's the only subject you're better than me at!" I added at his puzzled look.

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

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