A/N: Chapter three of Written In The Stars! Obviously. So I hope you likes the last chapter, and I am so glad that I got any reviews at all so THANK-YOU EVERYONE and I hope you all ready the author notes so that you find that thank-you, because I know that I read them. Anyways, I'm rambling now, go ahead and read.

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Chapter Three: Could It Be You

Victoria was out on the Quidditch pitch first thing on Saturday, slightly before the sun was up. She was wearing a pair of black running shorts and her sports bra, she had been working out for hours and was sweating slightly, her hair pulled back again as she practised the Wronski Feint that Harry had taught her.

She jumped and nearly fell off her broom as someone shouted. "Oi! Toria!"

"Merlin James!" She snapped landing.

He looked slightly shocked at what she was wearing. She raised an eyebrow.

"You've seen me in a sports bra before." She said in a "I know what you're looking at" way.

"No since you were 12." He replied.

"Meaning what?" Victoria challenged.

"Meaning now you look like a girl."

Her eyebrow flew up again. James paused awkwardly. "It's nice." He paused again. "Not that you looked like a boy, but now you look, like, pretty?"

She remained silent. "That must have been so hard." She said smirking. "But just for the mental pain I know it caused I'll forget the three offensive statements you just said, and the seven that were implied in the way you said it."

There was a pregnant silence.

"Anyways, mind helping me practise?" James asked.

Victoria shrugged and flew up again. James headed for the three hoops.

"I won't be as good as the Ravenclaw Chasers, you know that." She called to him, grabbing the Quaffle.

"You're good enough to be a Chaser, and that's good enough for me." He replied.

She shrugged and tossed it up in the air once, before coming at him, faking to the left, then shooting to the right.

He blocked it, sticking out his foot. The rest of the team arrived and the two landed. Roxanne wiggled her eyebrows. "What are you two up to?" she asked, shooting a pointed look at James- one which Victoria did not understand.

"Nothing." They said together.

"Practising." They both said a moment later.

Then they both turned red and refused to look at each other. The Gryffindors laughed and Victoria looked at her feet.

"This is all your fault Roxanne." She muttered as her friend stood beside her, already dressed for practise.

"It's not my fault you two act guilty." Roxanne muttered back.

"You're the one with the innuendos." Victoria fired at her, before mounting her broom and beginning her intense practise.


Victoria wobbled into the common room, at 9:30 PM, a stack of books piled well above her head. "Bloody hell!" she swore loudly, along with several other, more inappropriate curses, causing a cluster of first-years to jump and giggle at the language. She made a snarky face in their direction and their eyes widened.

"That's Victoria Gauvreau!" one of them whispered loudly.

She raised her eyebrows and they scattered. She rolled her eyes and collected her books and made it to a large table, plopping down beside James, without really acknowledging him.

"That was quite the show." He smirked.

"That was quite the show." She mocked, obviously in a foul mood. "I can't concentrate!" she moaned playing absent-mindedly with a Snitch she'd won in one of the games and had requested Madam Hooch let her keep.

"I have an idea." James half-smiled with mischievous eyes.

"Uh-oh, should I alert the prefects? Wait, when have I ever cared about the rules?" Victoria asked with knit eyebrows as she pondered this.

"Well when you're done Sherlock, we can go."

"Does it have something to do with sugar?"

"It does indeed."

Victoria jumped to her feet quickly. "I'm done!" she smiled brightly.

"Great, let me get my cloak." He disappeared briefly returning with both the cloak and his map.

"I like this plan." She said as they disappeared under it.

They were both growing at a slightly alarming rate, and Victoria was almost on top of his back as they walked.

"I can think of a million inappropriate comments." James breathed as they rounded a corner.

"And I would love to hear them once I am off your back." Victoria replied, knowing he would smirk like the player he was.

"It's a deal, you will be weak-kneed by the time I'm done with you."

"I look forward to you trying to impress me with your alleged charm." She retorted.

"I love our conversations."

"I'd love to have the full use of my feet." She was barely touching the ground, being the tiny little 14 year old that she was.

"Well you're about to get no use at all." Victoria buried her face in his neck to muffle her scream as they passed the teacher's lounge and he lifted her three feet higher than she was used to being and fully onto his back piggy-back style.

"Really James?" She hissed.

"Guess what?"

"Oh please tell." She whispered, the sarcasm getting lost, as it was very hard to make it out when they were being quiet.

"I have more innuendos now." He was obviously trying not to laugh.

"I'm sure you do."

"Would you like to hear some of them?"

"Not particularly, but I'm sure you'll tell me anyways." She sighed.

"I'm not an ass Toria."

"But you are a player." She replied matter-of-factly.

"Not true!" he protested.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, sending a row of shivers down his spine. "You're like Draco Malfoy; but not as mean: you've got all the girls fawning all over you and you notice enough to flirt, but never give them the time of day."

"Maybe I'm saving it for someone."

"And who would that be?"

In one swift movement he had her pinned against the wall lightly. Leaning down to her ear, he smirked.

"Maybe it's you." He breathed.

She raised her eyebrows. "Does that work on most girls?" she asked after a deep breath.

"I think it's working on you, and you won't admit it." He replied.

"That's disgusting." She replied.

"Then why are you still against the wall?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're trapping me."

"I'm not touching you."

For the first time, he had her, Victoria was at a loss for words. James moved on to a slightly different subject.

"The guys and I were playing Truth or Dare without you girls on Friday."

"So?"

"Fred dared me to kiss you."

"So?"

"It's not your first is it?"

"Of course not." Victoria scoffed. "Only because I don't believe in the mystical power of first kisses." (I do )

"Then you won't mind if I complete my dare." He challenged.

"That has nothing to do with it." She argued.

"Scared?"

"What would I be scared of?"

"Of falling in love with me and turning into the rest of the ditzes that try to date me."

"I'm not scared of you." Victoria said confidently.

"Good." He bent slightly and kissed her.

Pulling away a long moment later he raised his eyebrows and studied her. "Mercy, if that's what your first kiss is like I would love to kiss you when you're experienced."

Victoria half-shrugged. "Too bad you won't get the chance." She replied and they moved on.

"I kissed you today."

"I was there James, I know."

"Did I charm you yet?"

"I'm not in love with you, so mission failed."

"Damn, I'll have to try harder."

"Please, just admit defeat." Victoria scoffed again.

"Never."

She just laughed.


"You know I don't have to be on your back anymore." She commented when they were in the tunnel.

"But it makes it easier to do this-" he put his hands on either side of her, holding her against the wall again.

She rolled her eyes. "You are impossible."

But the hint of a smile on her face said that he was starting to get to her, and he knew it. He backed off but then spoke.

"I have to tell you something."

"What?"

He motioned her with his finger and she moved closer.

"If I can make you come with one finger imagine what I can do with all five." He whispered. (My friend's boyfriend told her that yesterday... he doesn't know how to whisper)

Victoria considered this, laughing. "That was good." She admitted.

James bowed. "Are you properly wooed?"

"No."

There was silence, as he waited for her to continue. "I do have a few questions though."

"Shoot."

"My house, the day before the train left, you said you didn't hate me. So why did you pretend to for so long?"

"Because everyone loved you, and I didn't want to be just anyone to you."

Victoria stared at him silently. James shifted slightly. She continued to stare at him. After a long silence, she spoke.

"Okay. Question two: why are you so intent on making me fall in love with you."

It was James' turn to be silent for a long time.

"It's the most fun I've had in a long time." He grinned.

"So I'm just a ploy for amusement?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean I like hanging out with you."

"Good, that's what I hoped you meant." Victoria said with a half-nod. "So, where's the sugar?"

"In the Honeydukes cellar." He said nonchalantly.


"I officially love you, you've completed the challenge." Victoria said as she happily hate a huge stack of liquorice wands.

"No, no. I'm not finished. Bribing you with candy wasn't part of the plan."

She looked at up, hair falling in her face. he absent-mindedly brushed it back and she looked away, blushing.

"So um... where do we go from here?"

"Well back to the Gryffindor tower, the Fat Lady will let us in."

"I meant are we friends?"

"That doesn't even sound right." James admitted.

Victoria shocked both her and James by laughing. "You're right. Let's go."

"Right behind you Gauvreau." They left the tunnel, but Victoria stopped in the entrance.

"Damn we're back to the piggyback thing." She muttered.

He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted her up onto his back. "You are so light it's not even funny." He muttered in her vague direction.

"Ah, fuck you!"

"I'd love you to." He said inappropriately.

"You turn everything into an invitation to rub off on me don't you?"

He opened his mouth to reply but she hastily backtracked.

"Never mind, I can only imagine where can take that."

"Besides that, you liked it when I kissed you didn't you?" he asked as they stopped in front of the portrait hole.

"No."

"Don't lie to me." He said as the doors revealed themselves.

"Don't be a prat." She retorted.

She opened the doors and walked inside. James slipped through them behind her. They split up, her taking the rest of her candy with her. He winked at her and she rolled her eyes but half-smiled.

"Thanks for the candy." She said and disappeared.


The next morning, Victoria woke up without someone beating her over the head with a pillow or flipping her off her bed. Instead they all sat on the end of the bed staring at her until she got worried by their unusual silence.

"What?"

"How was your date with James?" Roxanne blurted.

"It wasn't a date. I couldn't concentrate and I'd just scared a bunch of first-years so he took me to the Honeydukes cellar and we bought liquorice wands." She said.

"What did you talk about?" Dominique prompted.

"Well, he made a bunch of perverted comments, I compared him to Draco Malfoy, he decided that he would get me to fall in love with him, and then he kissed me because Fred had dared him to and then was pleasantly surprised at how good I was because it was my first." She recounted.

"What were his exact words?"


"Thank-you Fred." James said as they sat in the guys' dormitory.

"For?" Fred asked absent-mindedly.

"Daring me to kiss Toria."

"Oh! How was it."

"Better than Mandy Greengrass and it was her first time." James said.

"Bloody hell!" Lorcan and Louis had joined the conversation.

"Hum..." Fred studied him with slightly narrowed eyes. "Are you going to call her? Because I heard a certain Slytherin talking about her to his friends."

James stiffened and didn't answer.

"Well we have our answer." Louis sighed. "To bad, I wanted to snog her myself."

James threw a sock at his head.

"Pervs!" they heard called up from the common room and stiffened as Victoria appeared in the doorway silently, quite suddenly coming out from the shadows.

"How'd you do that?"Lorcan demanded.

"I took lessons from the Slytherins." She said sarcastically.

They still looked confused. She rolled her eyes.

"My parents are Aurors and my relatives are Unspeakables, I learned a lot about stealth from the time I was two. And the talent of growing up with four older brothers and having one still at school with me accounts for me being probably the most undetectable con artist you'll ever have the pleasure of being friends with. Except James of course."

They understood that much. "Anyways, thanks for the compliment James. And Louis. And Fred, I think I may go find Mason and... well I'm sure you can figure out the rest."

The guys looked slightly confused. "Well James could anyways. Later!" she smiled brightly and left in a flash.

"She really is something." Fred finally spoke.


Victoria was recounting her story to her friends- Fallon had been the one to call them Pervs –and they were almost falling off their chairs.

"So then I walked out." She concluded.

"Oh look there's Mr. Right!" Fallon pointed and spoke quietly as the guys walked down the stairs.

Victoria was finishing a liquorice wand as she spoke and looked up from her Potions essay. "No that's Fred accompanied by Mr. Rich, Mr. Lazy and Mr. Cocky." She muttered, making her friends laugh.

They spent the next few moments sizing the guys up, trying to figure out which was which. "James is 3, Louis is 1 and Lorcan is 2?" Roxanne asked as the guys piled in around them.

"Correct!" Victoria said with a smile, leaving the guys wondering what on earth and surrounding planets she was talking about.

"Care to enlighten us?" Lorcan asked, lounging on a comfy chair.

"Not really, no." Victoria returned to her Potions essay. "Read that over smart stuff." She handed it to Louis.

He read the loopy handwriting and shrugged. "Looks good to me."

"Excellent, I'm done my homework."

"How?" Roxanne demanded. "We never see you do it!"

Victoria shrugged. "Parents and relatives Roxie, and four older brothers."

Roxanne deemed this an acceptable answer and they moved on. "We were... mmmphh!" she was cut off by Dominique's hand and the blonde Weasley smiled.

"We were comparing the stupidity of you all." She covered. "And I'm sure you don't want to know the answers."

"But we did reluctantly deem that none of you were outlandishly, ludicrously, ridiculously idiotic." Fallon admitted.

Victoria hid a smirk. Then she stood.

"Next month is the Annual Victory Ball, and unfortunately it's black tie which means even more unfortunately you need a date and a dress." She announced loudly, imitating McGonagall, but adding in the unfortunately-s. "Which means we have to lock down our dates, and find dresses before we die." She swooned dramatically and then glared at Dominique. "Do I need to wear a dress?" she whined.

"Yes."

"Damn." She muttered.

She flopped back down, landing half-on James; with her feet and butt on his lap, but her back against the couch. He didn't protest, so she stayed there, too lazy to move.

Dominique's eyebrows raised at this revelation, but didn't comment.


"So young Gauvreau, you have something going on with J.S.P huh?" Victoire Weasley wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know you two were out late last night. And I saw you two this morning." She said normally; because at Hogwarts, that was the only way to have a private conversation.

"That's so not true." She whispered, and everyone swarmed, and like any good daughter of excellent Aurors she took advantage of the trying-to-be-subtle crowd and slipped away silently before Victoire could question her further.

What the hell? She thought to herself, but continued walking.

She spotted Dominique in the hallway and pieced it all together, yanking her out of the stream of traffic and into a closet, covering her mouth.

"Relax it's me." She said letting go, as Dominique prepared to scream. "Actually, maybe you shouldn't relax Gossip." She added, frustration seeping into her tone.

Dominique held up her hands. "I'm sorry, Victoire slipped Veritaserum into my pumpkin juice at breakfast!"

"I forgive you, let's get to class."


In what had to be the most boring History of Magic lesson ever, Victoria slid into her assigned seat (beside James who else?) and took notes, determined not to talk to him.

What's with the cold shoulder Blue?

Blue?

Yeah, you got the blue hair? Hence: Blue

If you call me that in public I'll swear I don't know you.

Gotta love that ;)

Kill me now, before I continue this conversation by answering your previous question.

Wouldn't get an answer then, would I?

You could always ask Dominique, she's family, she has to talk to you.

I'd rather hear it from you.

Fine. Dominique told Victoire about last night and now the latter thinks there's something going on.

Well there is isn't there?

What?

Only then did Victoria turn her head and stare at him. Incredulously, but she was still looking at him.

Well, we snuck out of the castle, I kissed you and we aren't friends so... I can see how that's something.

That's not something.

Then I'll make it something.

She refused to answer anything after that, and soon had a decent pile of notes he placed on her desk, which she purposely ignored to take notes on the Goblin Wars.

When class ended, Victoria stood up, gathering her things in record time, and heading for the door.

"We have the same classes Gauvreau, you can't avoid it!" he called after in frustration.


"James Sirius Potter is the most arrogant, conceited jerk that I have ever met." Victoria muttered to herself while cleaning up her trunk; shortly after seeing him kissing a curly-haired Hufflepuff.

You're thinking about him though.

Stupid nagging little voice. "Don't suppose you have any answers then." She said mockingly before slapping a hand to her forehead.

"I've goon insane. Literally talking to myself."

Make him jealous.

Victoria's head shot up. "Hm..."

A/N: That was about 1,000 words shorter than usual, but it seemed the best place to leave it off. So I'm done for now... review?