The Only Exception
Summary: Everyone love's James Sirius Potter, what's not to love right? He's handsome, charming, Qudditch captain, oh yeah and the savior of the Wizarding Worlds son. For all intents and purposes the golden boy of Hogwarts, well I guess you could call me the exception, why is this you ask , my name's Anna McCoy , and I can't stand James Potter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter , only the plot =)
Chapter 9:
Anna's POV
All throughout practice Potter was behaving rather oddly, not his normal oddness but a new special kind of oddness, yeah that probably didn't make much sense did it? Yeah well he was staring off into space a lot and when he wasn't staring off into space, he was staring at me. Which, I'll have you know freaks me out quite a bit. Okay so maybe I feel a little guilty for freaking him and Fred's out about their family members and what not, but really I think that would have been the only way to make them keep their mouths shut for any length of time concerning our dear captain and her little escapade with Will Shacklebolt. Not that I blame her really, he is quite fit, and he certainly shares her obsession with Qudditch, maybe they're a good match after all, who knows. Good god I wish Potter would stop looking at me like that, if I didn't know any better I'd think he was looking at me like ,he wanted to snog me, but I mean that's out of the realm of possibility , because it's me and it's Potter and us snogging is something I can guarantee will never ,ever happen. My god, usually Qudditch is relaxing, it lets me concentrate on Qudditch and nothing else. Not today however, because a stupid, annoying messy haired Chaser has been running through my mind nonstop ,probably since he keeps staring at me. On the bright side I have detention again with him tonight …note the sarcasm. So after a long distracted practice, Potter and I made our way up to the DADA classroom for our second day of detention, we were met with a smug looking Quigley. Which almost caused Potter to mouth off again. We walked through the door and he said
"Ah yes, my little delinquents," he said with a smug smile as he eyed me kind of strangely
"A little underdressed aren't you Miss McCoy?" he asked letting his eyes linger a little too long on my short clad legs. I gave him a strange look back and said
"Qudditch practice sir" his eyes still hadn't moved, I could almost feel Potter stiffen next to me. He cleared his throat
"So what are we doing tonight…Professor?" Potter asked emphasizing the word Professor diverting his attention.
"Well, follow me" He said as he looked at me one more time quickly and walked out of the classroom Potter and I followed him, I looked up at him , he turned and glanced at me , I smiled a little and nodded a thank you , for taking Quigley's slightly pervy gaze away from me. He smiled back a little and we continued following Quigley all the way to the Trophy Room.
"Now, both of you will clean every trophy in this room." Quigley said, I looked around the huge room, taking in the sheer amount of work we would have to do to finish this in one night.
"Oh and hand over your wands, no magic, have fun" Quigley said as he snatched both Potter and my wands and left us alone with polish, rags and each other.
"Great" I said
"Yeah" he replied looking around the room
"We should get started" I said, he leaned down and picked up both rags and tossed one to me. We walked over to the first case opened it up and started polishing. We went for a few moments until I picked up one trophy , it was a Qudditch one , it was pretty old and really heavy , I looked at it for a moment, reading the names on it, the plaque in the bottom left corner read James Potter-Chaser-Captain . I blinked a few times thinking I was seeing things.
"Hey, come look at this" I said he walked over from a few feet away, as he reached me and stood behind my shoulder, I pointed at the plaque and looked up at him ,he stared down at it for a moment and he smiled.
"That's my grandpa" he said an absolutely adorable grin coming over his face. Oh come on even I have to admit he can be adorable sometimes, even if the other 95% of the time I want to kill him. It was moments like this that made me think that there's another whole side to James Potter.
"He was a chaser too." I said.
"Yeah, he was" Potter said still smiling.
"This is really cool" I said and looked at the date, 1978
"Hmm, I can't believe this" he said
"Yeah, it's pretty old, 1978" I said
"Yeah, he must have been, in his 6th or 7th year" Potter said
"How'd you know?" I asked kind of curious
"Well, my dad was born in 1980, so I figure since my grandparents couldn't stand each other until their last year at school, this happened around then"
"Makes sense" I said chuckling a little "You're grandparents hated each other?" I asked finding that a little strange and scarily similar to our relationship if you could call it that.
"Yeah up until their 7th year I think, well according to my dad anyways" he said still standing behind me.
"Interesting" I replied trying to forget that he was standing less than a foot away from me and that I could practically feel his body heat. A moment later he stepped away, making me let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Yeah something about my granddad being an..arrogant ,annoying pain in the ass for most of his time at Hogwarts , apparently.." he said and paused as he reached up to the top shelf of his trophy case and grabbed another trophy and started polishing it
"My granddmum was one of the only people who couldn't stand him, and for some reason he was drawn to her because of it" he said looking over at me.
"Sounds familiar." I said giving him a look but I smiled telling him that for the most part I was teasing.
"Ha-ha very funny" he replied but then kept going, "Personally I don't get it" he added, my head snapped up, feeling a little defensive for some reason.
"What do you mean?" I asked him "Sounds like a bit of a fairytale to me" I told him.
"Why would any bloke fall for a girl who can't stand him sounds a bit masochistic to me" he replied
"Maybe, your granddad liked a challenge" I said turning towards him and raising my eyebrows at him, trying desperately to keep the edge out of my voice. I really didn't want him to think this conversation had any effect on me.
"Seems that way, but I mean what changed, what could possibly have changed to make her to fall in love with him?" he asked seemingly generally curious.
"Maybe, he stopped acting like a pain in the ass" I suggested and with that we both went back to polishing and keeping quiet.
AN okay here's chapter 9 hope you like it ! read and review please