A/N Woohoo I am NOT dead! Lol it was the school work, I just entered my freshman year in High School and let me tell you it is NO pushover…TOO MUCH HOMEWORK! :(

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter…ooh look, a butterfly…

I see you,

Cuz you won't get out of my way

I hear you,

Cuz you won't quit screaming my name

I feel you,

Cuz you won't stop touching my skin

I need you,

They're coming to take you away…--Breaking Benjamin

September 2nd
Gryffindor Common Room

Oh my lord…what I wouldn't give to strangle Potter with my bear hands and make it look like an accident.

I can't BELIEVE he said that in front of the whole entire Charms class! And to the teacher no less! I don't believe my face has ever turned that brilliantly red at any previous moment in my entire life.

And yet still, in the back of my head there's a miniscule voice saying, One of the hottest boys in your year just called you sexy.

And when I say miniscule, I mean like the probable size of James Potter's…

Haha how great would that be if it were true? Wow, I've just spent one class in the same room as Sirius Black and already I'm thinking very inappropriately. I think I'm going to just pretend I never thought such a thing.

Anyway, I definitely do NOT find Potter attractive in any way, shape or form. And I never will. Never.

I'm currently not speaking to Rosemary due to the fact that the moment we walked out of class, she applauded Potter enthusiastically, which only inflated his overlarge head even MORE. How could she do that? I mean, whose side is she on? Potter just bowed and winked seductively at me in response, which caused me to blush even deeper (If that's possible) as he sauntered away with his "groupies."

UGH, Black was right…she is a bitch! And I am NOT a fan of neither Black (amazingly so) nor swearing.

Now Rosemary is trying to get me to talk to her by waving an abnormally large (probably magically enhanced) Swedish Fish in front of my face, while Trina is snorting in hysteria and Eva is shaking her head out of shame in the background.

At least Eva understands the insanity of it all.

September 3rd
The Great Hall

I walk into the Great Hall for breakfast with my journal (well, you) tucked neatly under my arm. I have the most ravishing appetite, as if I've just come back from wandering the desert for several weeks without substantial nourishment.

And suddenly I'm witnessing the strangest thing. So strange I'm almost tempted to believe I'm imagining it.

It's Potter…with a girl.

Not to say that this is a particularly unusual sight to behold, I mean, I'm sure he's entertained many a "bonnie lass" in bed, but I've rarely seen him actually talking to one.

Except of course well, me. But I hardly consider that talking. It's more like harassing.

And I suppose I'm not too ashamed to admit that I was just a tad jealous. Not because Potter was with another girl; by all means I hope he runs off with the woman and never comes back, but I was more jealous of her. Of how she looks.

I mean she's really pretty. Prettier than I'll ever be, that's for sure. She has this midnight black hair, which spirals perfectly down to her shoulders, and these lovely blue-green eyes. Plus, her skin is porcelain white, like a china doll. That's why I'm so jealous.

Not because she's hanging around with Potter.

I think her name is Kirsten. "Kirby" for short.

Sweet, flirtatious giggles issued from the end of the table, where Kirsten (I will NOT call her by her preferred nickname, what kind of name is Kirby anyway?) and Potter were sitting. I watched with what I hoped looked like mild curiosity, though I knew it was quite stronger than that, as Kirb-Kirsten leaned forward and whispered something in Potter's ear. He turned to glance quickly at me before looking back at Kirsten and laughing heartily.

I pushed my breakfast plate back a few inches away from me. Suddenly, I'm not feeling that hungry.

September 3rd
Transfiguration

I can't believe I'm writing in this thing during McGonagall's class. I feel as if I'm writing on my own tombstone, because that's what'll happen if McGonagall catches me.

Anyway, I just have to say that Kirsten Wettle is the most annoying little creature on the planet. Oh I cannot STAND her.

I suppose she is not one who fears Public Displays Of Affection, because she's been literally hanging onto Jam-Potter, the whole entire class so far. Every time McGonagall turns her back to write something on the board, she leans over and whispers something in his ear, using a lot more tongue than necessary…is it possible she may be trying to eat Potter's ear? Maybe I should get some help—

Eating his ear, Lils?

Shut your trap Rosemary, and why are you writing in my book?

Because I leaned over to borrow a quill and I observed that you were mistaking flirting for cannibalism, therefore I felt it was my duty as your best friend to inform you to the contrary.

Look at her! She's practically hissing in his ear—

She's not hissing she's using strong diction to make her words sound more desirable, lust-filled, sexy.

Get out of my notebook; I get it.

Finally—

STOP STEALING MY PEN!

Okay now that Rosemary is safely at her desk with her eyes on HER OWN papers and one of my extra quills to keep her from harassing me further, I can go back to discussing the issue at hand.

KIRSTEN IS SUCH A LITTLE WENCH!

Ew, now her and Potter are holding hands between their desks! What the bloody hell is going on? They're not even dating!

…Or are they?

I must ask Trina! It's something good about being best friends with Trina Sprocket: Trina knows everyone's business, all the time. It's actually quite creepy…

September 3rd
My Dormitory

Okay, I just talked to Trina and she said that Kirby and Potter are so definitely not dating. They're just "piling on the flirtations with some heavy cream" as Trina puts it…well whatever it means they're not dating! THANK MERLIN!

I could dance for joy if I wasn't so self-contained.

Wow what is wrong with me? I could've sworn I just felt a huge rush of relief at running Trina's words over in my head. "They're definitely not dating," she had said. Suddenly I feel like inhaling and exhaling deeply in sheer relief.

Wait…what am I talking about? Why should I care who Potter dates? You know what …I don't!

I think I'm starting to fall ill. Maybe I should ask Eva to escort me to the hospital wing.

OW!! Rosemary is beating me mercilessly over the head with a pillow while shrieking, "LIGHTS OUT NERDLET, I WANNA GO TO BED!"

Eva is now wrestling the pillow away from Rosemary telling her to please let me be for just another five minutes, and Trina is flicking the light switch on and off.

Lord help me.

…please?

A/N lol REVIEW short chapter I know, but hey at least I'm alive. I just sacrificed an hour of studying for a HUGE astronomy test that's worth like half my final grade to type this up for you so FEEL SPECIAL! Lol I'll update sooner this time, okay? And hopefully it'll be longer. Now review, yo!!!