Disclaimer: First time I ever wrote this, I know, but I do not own Harry Potter whatsoever, wish I did but I don't so whatever.

A/N: So thanks to all of my reviews so far. I have tons of fun writing this story and I hope you have just as much fun reading it.

James sat across from Boston in the Transfiguration room for their first detention.

McGonagall had said that these moments, in which they weren't surrounded by their classmates, should be used to bond and figure out a way to stop the 'problems' between them.

But so far, all they had done was sit there and glare at each other. James sat in his chair, leaning against the table with his hands clasped in front of him. Boston was leaning back in her chair, her feet crossed on top of the table. She looked good; there was no way of denying it, but that didn't make her any less unbearable. . . . Well, maybe a little less unbearable.

"What?" Boston said, breaking the twenty-three minute silence they had going on.

"I was just trying to figure out why you went completely wacko on me," James said.

"You were wondering?" she said, taking her feet off the table and sitting up. "What is there to wonder about? You put naked pictures of me on the wall!"

"They were fake!"

"Not a lot of people know that Potter!"

"Well . . . you put a demeaning picture of me and Sirius on the walls too!"

"But people know that was fake! You and your boyfriend have everyone in the Gryffindor house thinking I'm a slut or something because I supposedly take naked pictures! And no doubt, they'll tell their friends in other houses and it'll spread until the whole entire school knows! Do you realize what that could do to a girl's reputation?"

No, James thought to himself. Because no one's ever done anything like that to me before.

"I'm new here, Potter," she said. "I don't have many friends and I'll probably never make new ones thanks to you and Black. So, for the rest of the school year, I don't care if I have to see you everyday, I don't want you to talk to me."

She turned in her chair and sat facing the opposite direction. James took the moment to study her. Her wavy hair which she had up in a ponytail, the end brushing against her slender neck.

"Stop staring at me," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"I'm not staring at you."

"Yes you are. I can feel you staring at me."

"I'm just looking."

"Well stop looking."

"You said I couldn't talk to you. You never said I couldn't look at you."

Boston turned in her chair, giving him a skeptical look. "What are you looking at?"

James felt his face get hot. Why was he embarrassed? "N-nothing."

A smirk came to her face. "Aww is Potter embarrassed?"

She leaned across the table seductively and James leaned back in his chair. "What's wrong Potter? Do you get nervous around females?"

"O-of c-course not."

"Are you sure? Because it sound's like your nervous."

"I'm not nervous!"

"Prove it."

James leaned forward and kissed her. It was like electric shock, though it only lasted a second. James found it hard to breathe as he fell back in his chair. He couldn't believe he'd just done that.

Boston looked just as shocked as he felt. That had obviously not been what she'd expected. She grabbed her bag and hurried out of the room, her cheeks growing red as she did so.

James sat there confused, not knowing what to do.

Why the hell had he kissed her?