AUTHORS NOTE- although this chapter is short, it is pretty crucial to the whole story. Please read and review - and also, I am not sure whether to write more, or just end the story here - so please comment and tell me your ideas - should I write more? Or not? THANK YOU TO LUPRIUS AND SKYE I LUV YOU BOTH!!!!

21st December

I find myself staring into the green eyes of James Potter.

'Did you write it?'

I nod.

'Why?'

'Because I have to show you something.'

'Show me what?'

I pull out my wand, close my eyes, concentrate. And its there. A sparkling window of the past. The whole scene replays in front of James' eyes. They widen as I am kissed by Paul.

Then the window disappears and James and I are left alone together.

'I'm trying to convince you that this thing with Paul wasn't planned. And I hope I've done that. And, I wanted to say I'm sorry. I hate myself for putting you through all this. I'd really, really hate to be in your shoes. And I am really sorry. Sometimes, you know, words don't mean anything, but I wanted to say sorry it anyway.' I say hurriedly. 'And now I'll understand if you never speak to me again, but I won't care. Well, I will, of course, but not as much as I think I would because now I've cleared-'

I trail off, embarrassed, realizing I'd said too much.

'I'd better go.' I say, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder.

'Don't - stay here.' says James slowly. He's thinking. 'So this thing with Paul - you don't like him?'

I give him a sceptical look. 'No.'

He smiles slightly. 'Friends?' he asks abruptly.

I shake my head, moving closer to him. I go with what I feel. (This is such a movie moment)

'No.'

He looks disappointed, reeling from my answer.

But then, I take another step forward, closer.

Too close.

'I want to be more than friends.' I say defiantly.

He look startled, then smiles.

'Good.'

And let me tell you something, when you get kissed by James Potter, the world stops spinning, all time halts, just for you, and everything just seems amazingly wonderful. You even stop feeling cold in the December air. And, no spell, not even the Precedent Window Enchantment could relieve me of this moment.

And when you surface for air - after about half an hour - and walk, hand in hand, through the snow, you realise something.

I lean my head onto James' shoulder.

'Does this mean I have to get you a Christmas present?'