I don't know about how I feel about this one...just a random thing that has probably been done a million times. But review anyway!

I was on my way to Transfiguration when I heard a familiar voice call out a very familiar phrase.

"Hey Evans, can I talk to you?"

I groaned, considering pretending that I hadn't heard him, but then I felt his hand on my shoulder and that option quickly disappeared. I whirled around in the crowded hallway, forcing his hand off me.

"What do you want, Potter?"

I expected him to grin and ruffle his hair in that ridiculous gesture he always did when I was near, but this time, for some reason, he didn't. Instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the edge of the hall, out of the way. Apparently he was trying a change of tactics.

When he turned his hazel eyes back on me, I knew I was in trouble. The mischievous sparkle they usually held had been replaced by steely determination mixed with complete adoration as he looked me over. I would have difficulty saying no to those eyes.

James got right to the point. "Evans, will you go out with me?"

This time, I found myself actually hesitating, my customary answer caught in my throat. Merlin, the way he was looking at me...

But I caught myself.

"Potter, I would never go out with you."

He grinned, like usual, and said, too cheerily, I thought, "Alright. Next time then."

He hitched his bag up on his shoulder and nodded to me, then turned and walked into Transfiguration, but not before I caught the uncharacteristically disappointed look on his face.

I frowned, wondering where the impulse to run after him and say yes had come from. I walked absently into the class and took my seat a few desks in front of James. I could feel him eyes on me, as usual, but this time they made me uncomfortable instead of angry.

I tried to tune out my own thoughts, as they kept presenting me with pictures of Potter's unhappy face. Against my own will, I kept thinking about him, that I should have said yes. Finally, I gave in to my desires and spared a quick glance back at him.

What I saw surprised me to no end. He was taking notes, paying attention to McGonagall. I was shocked. Maybe he really had changed, but was it really all for me?

Potter chose this moment to look up from his parchment, and he caught me watching him. I felt my face flush as he grinned.

Professor McGonagall's admonishment caused me to turn back to the front, but not before I smiled back tentatively, surprising even myself.

I could tell that, behind me, James was still grinning.