I'm sitting on a couch in the Gryffindor Common room, which is desolately empty. It figures, since its dinner time and everyone without problems is eating. But no; I have problems right now, so I can't bear to eat, if not I might throw up afterwards. I'm already nauseous as it is. How could I have been so stupid? I always thought I was strong and invincible- being able to withstand the almighty James Potter's charm!
I sigh.
Not anymore. Everything about him is just wonderful. It seems Natalie was correct; I was in denial. Even then I knew there was something about him that I was dangerously attracted to, but I wouldn't let anyone assure me, not even myself. I was wrong, I kept telling myself, I'm just thinking too much.
But I wasn't.
Why did I have to keep up that fence around me? Why couldn't I just let him in? Why couldn't I have said yes to one of his stupid persistent pleas, asking me to go out with him? Now I know that I'd say yes in a heartbeat if he ever asked me again.
Would I really?
Would I seriously let my pride be damaged like that, all because of that James Potter? Does he really have that much power over me? He can't have! I'm an independent, brilliant, smart, outstanding, seventeen year-old redhead. Well, that was an ego-boost, wasn't it? But I needed it, because now I feel like all of my self-importance and all of my power is being demolished, destroyed, pulverized, and blown up.
And you know what else?
I'm in love.
