A/N: I come bearing four drabbles. Lyrics at the bottom and title are by the Sugarbabes. Please review. Enjoy!

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You're brushing your hair in front of the mirror in the Common Room when he calls your name. You turn around, fighting the smile that twitches at the corners of your mouth. James Potter is not quite as arrogant as he was in fifth year, but he's still as persistent as ever. It just doesn't bother you now as it did before.

"Fancy a drink in the Three Broomsticks tomorrow?" He asks, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

"No, thanks," you say for the third time that week, a little haughtily, although you both know you don't really mean it.

"You'll give in someday, Evans," he says confidently, not at all discouraged by yet another rejection. He never is, and you admire him for it.

"Someday in another lifetime, Potter," you reply with a roll of your eyes, before turning back to face your reflection.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror. Both of you are smiling.

I didn't wanna fall in love with you

I didn't wanna know the things I knew

It wasn't 'til I looked into the mirror

Denial