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Chapter Three: Happy Holidays

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Number 11:

I don't think that Potter's parents ever told him the meaning of the word 'no'. He just doesn't seem to grasp the concept.

Today is Christmas and that stupid prat who goes by the name of James Potter gave me a present: a bottle of love potion.

1.) It's illegal
2.) Potter, love potion, and I do not go in the same sentence!
3.) It's illegal

As he watched me unwrap it, he said something about once I took a sip of it my whole attitude towards him would change.

I emptied the entire potion down the drain in the girls' loo. When I uncorked then bottle to dispose of the stuff, a misty like substance rose out of it to form the words "Go out with me Evans?"

He asked me out without even being there! This could just be the tip of the iceberg! What if he keeps sending me messages and whatnot? Not only would I have to watch out for him, but also for Merlin knows what!

Cross as I am, I can't help but feel slightly impressed with Potter. Love potions are highly complex and difficult to brew. It needs almost constant stirring and takes two months to prepare. Potter and Black together are smart enough to pull it off, but still…. he must have been planning on giving me that since late October. Merlin's beard!

Well, all his hard work went down the drain! (No pun intended)

Number 12:

I have come to the logical conclusion that mistletoe is the most evil plant on the face of the earth.

Today at lunch, Potter decided to charm a sprig of mistletoe to hover above my head so he could kiss me, and ask me out again.

I saw that one coming from a mile away!

It's sa bit pathetic. The only two kisses I've ever gotten from a boy have come from Potter. A girl's first kiss should be with someone she fancies, not some Quidditch fanatic, prank happy, girl-harassing prat like Potter.

Ugh.

Life is so unfair. If it was any other guy besides Potter, I'd be flattered. Well, maybe not Peter Pettigrew or any of the Slytherins, but you get the general picture.

Why ME?! The complete plank could have just about any other girl in the bloody school, but as fate would have it, he chose me.

I want a new life.

Number 13:

Last night was New Year's Eve and our House had a party to celebrate the coming in of the New Year.

Potter and his partners in crime got a load of sweets from Honeydukes and some butterbeer (and some other drinks that were probably toxic) from Three Broomsticks. How they managed to get all that without being caught is beyond me. Probably the same way Potter always knows where I am.

The common room looked nice for the occasion except that someone (three guesses who) strung up a large banner reading, "Lily Evans? Will you go out with me?"

To add another log on the fire, at the count down till midnight, Potter came up to me and on 1…0…Happy New Year, kissed me. I was ready this time though and slapped him across the right cheek.

Merlin, Potter is so incredibly thick! After I slapped him, he just grinned at me – grinned! Hello! When someone slaps you, you say "ouch" with an indignant tone in your voice, stagger backwards for effect, and are generaly cross with the person who slapped you. But Potter would have to be different. He kept staring at me with a dreamy expression and rubbing the spot where I hit him on the cheek.

Then, as I was about to go to bed, Potter approached me and asked to talk with me. I said no and quickly ran up here to the girls' dormitory because it's the only place in Hogwarts where I can escape from him.

Number 14:

This morning when I came down the stairs to the common room, Potter was blocking the portrait hole and wouldn't let me out until I'd promised to walk to the Great Hall with him for breakfast.

On the way, he made a ridiculous speech that went something like this:
"Evans, since it's a new year and all, can we start over? Please? I really want you to be my girlfriend. We'd make a smashing pair: 'brilliant quidditch player and redheaded beauty', we'd be the hottest couple Hogwarts has ever seen! What do you say?"

It took all of my strength to keep myself from strangling Potter there outside the Charms classroom. I nearly told him to go and shove it…well…somewhere that's really not very polite, but I restrained myself.

Instead, I still lost my temper and told him that he was an arrogant pig and that he needed to stop bothering me. Then, I walked away to sit with people who don't harass me.

Number 15:

Where does he get his ideas?

I was walking to charms with my friends when I heard a whistling sound. Not a normal whistle, like the one Madam Hooch uses for quidditch matches, no, it was a person. I asked my friends, were they whistling? But no, they weren't.

I listened closer only to find that it was the kind of whistle a boy sends a girl's way if he thinks that she's fit. My first instinct was to look around for Potter, but then I remembered that he was outside the Muggle Studies classroom waiting for me to walk by. (How pathetic is it that I know his schedule?)

When I did walk by, he grinned in that arrogant way of his, and ran a hand through his already thoroughly disheveled hair. If he doesn't stop that, I swear I'm going to cut all his hair off one of these days.

As I passed by with my friends, Hestia, Emmeline, and Alice, he just smiled at me and made a whistle exactly like the one I'd head earlier.

It took me all day to figure it out what was happening, but eventually everything became clear. Potter had enchanted the suits of armor in the hallways to whistle at me whenever I walked past. To make matters worse, he and Sirius started to whistle at me too. Remus didn't; he's too proper to do that sort of thing, and neither did Peter (I he's too shy). Some other boys even started whistling until Potter threatened to hex them. Apparently he thinks he's the only one that can flirt with me.

Happy Holidays to me.

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