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I felt like someone was following me. Actually, I knew it. It's this kind of sixth sense I have; the ability to tell if I'm being tracked. Makes me great at dueling.
I can't stand it. I pull my wand out and whip around, hoping to catch the stalker in mid-step. No one.
I walk towards the sound anyway, hoping to catch the creep hiding in an enclave or behind a tapestry. I want to randomly wave my wand and shout "Stupefy!" But what if it was just Dumbledore, cloaking himself, following me for my own protection? Then I'd feel awful.
I hear footsteps. I see noone. This stalker is good. Suddenly, I feel a rush of wind glide by my ear.
"Lily, Lily."
I would recognize his voice anywhere. It's as deep as ever, and he's made it resonate with a practiced seductive tone. I try to stop myself from laughing by biting my tongue.
"James Potter, is this how you get away with so many pranks? Tell me how you do it, and I promise to never yell at you again." I'm laughing now, turning on the spot. As I rotate, I grab at the air, hoping to touch something solid. Preferably his chest, says a voice in the back of my mind.
I turn once more, and there he is, less than two inches away from my nose. Smirking, as always.
I'm still laughing. "How do you do it?"
He presses one long finger to his lips, and I notice how big his hands are. And how pink his lips are. I wonder, is it normal for a boy's lips to be so pink?
"I'll never tell." He turns around and walks away.
Marlene is right.
I love his ass.
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