AN: sorry about all the spelling and grammatical errors in the last two chapters! I was so tired!

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CHAPTER FIVE

James' Diary - After the talk with Lily, I had to go explain everything to Courtney. She was annoyed for a while about the money issue, but was glad when I told her I never really took the money. I think she was mainly annoyed at Lily, which is understandable. I think I kind of asked her out. I didn't say those exact words, but well, I'm over Lily. She's so… I don't know, she has to object to everything, I just can't stand that kind of character. Anyway, she doesn't like me. She thinks I act like I'm too good for myself. Courtney is so, well, nice and stuff. Lily looks so depressed now. I don't think she really meant that whole 'friends' thing. She's just up herself and can't take it that I'm not stupid enough to chase after her anymore.

It's around midnight, maybe a bit past, and I can't get to sleep, so I decide to go down to the common room to get a snack. Halfway down the staircase I hear some crying. Who stays up this late crying? Anyway, it seems serious, so I go down the stairs as quietly as I can. When I get to the bottom, I stay in the shadows and try to make out who the person is. It's not that hard. I'd recognise the bright red hair from anywhere. Lily is with some other guy, Mental Martin as we like to call him. She's practically causing a flood, and Martin's got his arm around her. I can't make out what they're saying though. I wait in the shadows for a bit. Then I decide I'm not really that hungry and turn to leave. I don't think either of them saw me. Who cares anyway, it's not like I care if they go snog each other.

"James…"

"Dude, wake up…"

"Hey, hello…"

I open my eyes warily to find Sirius and Remus leaning over me.

"What time is it?" I mutter blearily.

"Not too early-"

"-and not too late."

"To do what?" I say, completely confused.

"To walk Courtney to class like you've been doing for the past few days," they chorus together.

"She's outside the dormitory waiting for you," Sirius shrugs as if anyone would have thought of it.

"Been there since real early this morning," Remus adds unhelpfully.

"Like every other morning," Sirius teases.

"Tell her I'll be out in a minute," I say.

I pull on my robes, run my fingers through my hair and dash out the door. Courtney is waiting a few metres from the door, dressed, well, nicely. I really need to expand on my vocab, I tell myself.

"Hey," Courtney smiles. She's been smiling a lot lately.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go, just need to get some breakfast though."

"I got you some," Courtney holds up a stack of toast in a napkin, "If you go down there now, there probably won't be anything left anyway."

God she's way too nice!

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"Hey, hello…?" Sirius is staring into space wit a dreamy expression on his face.

"You look, kind of sick," Bertha says.

"Speaking of sick, where is Peter? He's been in sick bay since forever," Martin says. At least his robes are clean now. Whoa, last night was just embarrassing. I think he and I are pretending that nothing happened.

"Sirius… Sirius…" I say, waving my hand in front of his face.

"Yeah, what?" Sirius finally says.

"What's with you today? You're like so out of it," Bertha frowns.

"I think-"

"Yeah?"

"-that maybe-"

"Yeah??"

"I like Shana," he finishes shyly.

"Whoa, weird. Are you sure you're alright?" Martin replies.

"You've never had a crush on anyone before."

Very true. Sirius, being the cute guy that he is, has always had girls chasing after him, but he's never seemed interested in anyone. It's James who's always chased after girls, namely me.

"Who's Shana?" Martin asks.

Where has this guy been living? Under a rock?

"Shana's only like the prettiest, most popular girl in the year below us," I say impatiently, "But everyone knows her. Even the first years like her."

"Ew. What house is she in?"

"Slytherin."

"What?!?"

"Yeah, but she's actually really nice. Her parents were Slytherins, but she was adopted by muggles when she was two. But the blood runs in her family for generations, so even though she's really nice and stuff, she had no chance at any other house," Bertha explains knowledgably, "Well, there's the bell, better get to potions."

Martin: This is sooo boring!

Me: Yeah.

Martin: I can't believe Bertha took potions instead of magical care of creatures with us.

Me: Yeah.

Martin: Stop it will you?

Me: Yeah…hehe!

Martin: So um…What does Shana look like?

Me: Oh, she's… pretty.

Martin: I know a lot of pretty people. That description is a little vague don't you think?

Me: Alright then. Short-ish, tanned skin. Um, really shiny wavy honey hair with light brown streaks. Nice green eyes with long lashes. She's just pretty ok? I'll point her out to you the next time I see her, ok?

Martin: Ok. She doesn't sound that pretty. I mean, you have nice green eyes.

Me: Yeah but her's are soft green.

Martin: I like electric green.

Me: Uh, thank you.

Martin: Look, about last night-

Me: I'm sorry, that was random. I think I was delirious.

Martin: No, it's ok.

Me: Sure…

Martin: I really don't mind, well, that is apart from the drool all over my robes.

Me: Shut up! I don't drool!

Martin: Well, I didn't get much sleep after that because Remus came and confided in me…

Me: Really? What did he say?

Martin: Not a lot.

Me: C'mon…

Martin: Well, I think he likes you.

Me: What? I think you've got it wrong. He and I are just friends.

Martin: I think it's you who's got it wrong. Don't you get it? He never knows what to say around you, he's always avoiding you. He likes you.

Me: Why are you telling me all this? I'm confused enough without all this stuff.

Martin: Sorry, I just don't want to keep things behind your back.

Me: Why are you being so… honest?

Martin: I'm not. Well, I am…

Me: Well, thanks anyway. This is sentimental, but you're a really good friend.

Martin: Um, thanks.

Me: I think what we're supposed to be listening to is important.

Martin: Yeah, I think so too. But before we stop, do you like James?

Me: Nah, he's a dickhead. It's just Courtney that I'm worried about.

Martin: Good.

"Martin, Martin!"

"Yeah?"

"There she is!"

"Who? Shana?"

"Yeah…"

"Which one?" Martin peers at the crowd of Slytherins.

"That one," I point at the pretty blonde surrounded by her admirers and friends.

Martin stands on tiptoe to get a better look.

"Oh, she's not that pretty," Martin says on the way to the hall, "She's so average. Typical blonde hair big boobs."

"Uh huh…" I say. What is wrong with Martin? She's so pretty. "She blends a little more than my red hair and electric eyes."

"I think they give you character," Martin punches me playfully in the arm.

"Ow! That hurt!" I whine comically.

I laugh and look at Martin. He's a little taller than me, brown hair, amazing dark blue eyes. He catches me in his stare. I shift uncomfortably on the spot.

"What?" I say.

"Nothing," he says as he looks away.

I think there was something in that nothing.