Of Mistletoe and Holly Leaves

Eight: Not My Owl

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Each dedicated to a person on FFNet:

Dedicated to miss. magical. moron

Beta read by CloSalvatore


-l-Lily-l-

I was sitting on a bench, reading.

" Hello Evans," I didn't glance up.

Internally, I banged my head on a wall. Potter. Great. Just what I needed to make my day.

Next to me sat an owl, a brown barn owl, with golden eyes.

" So how's it going?" he asked, scooting closer to me.

I looked at him over my book, and keeping my mouth shut, I scooted over toward the owl.

" Hey, does your owl bite?" James asked.

I looked up, once again, and saw he was looking at the owl.

I smiled sweetly. " No, my owl doesn't bite."

" Wanna go out sometime?"

I glared in answer. He pretended as though I was taking my time.

He reached over me, at which I cringed, and he held out his hand to the owl.

At this, the owl gave a loud screech, and flew across me, wings flapping furiously, and beat James over the head with his wings, while pecking him and biting hard on his arm.

After a few minutes, the owl flew off, wings spread and I followed it with my gaze until it was gone.

" That looks like it hurt," I said finally.

" I thought you said your owl didn't bite," James said.

" It doesn't," I replied, now closing my book. " That's not my owl."

James got up. " So you'll go out with me?"

I thought very hard about throwing my book at him, but decided that, that would only result in him keeping my book. Which I would rather keep as it was rather a good book.

" No," I replied coldly.

" Why not?"

I paused, pretending to think. " I don't go out with big headed, ego inflated Quidditch players," I replied.

" I think you should give me a chance," he said, suggesting I go out with him.

I glared, " I could care less what you think Potter."

I turned to walk away and then paused, turning back. " Still a no."