Summary: Lily Evans, 16, has been head over heels for the James Potter
since god-knows-when. She decides to confess her "love" thru an anonymous
love letter. Just as she was about to give it to him, she finds out he's
just a royal prick. She drops it on her way to burn it (LoL). But what she
doesn't know is that he found it, accidentally... What will this result?
Will she regret it, or will she thank the good Lord?
Disclaimer: Anything familiar isn't mine, and unfortunately belongs to the oh-so-brilliant JK Rowling, whom I salute to. Creations of mine are : Piper Valentine, Fiona, Jemima, Emily Hart, Dennis Front, Walter Reese, Winston Reese, Marie Lodge, Yvonne West, Gerald Wills, Kurt Randall and Isabelle Frall. And the song used in this chapter, "Kiss Me", by Sixpence None the Richer isn't mine either.
You want to borrow my characters, I'll be flattered. You want to steal my characters, you'll be flattened. :)
Author's Note: You people don't know how much THINKING this chapter took. It was THE most major and biggest writer block I had EVER had. But, what the heck, as long as I make you people happy, I'm happy. :D (corny, isn't it?)
Recap from Chapter 10:
'My dear Lilliana...' James whispered as he leaned in slowly, very slowly, not thinking rationally about his actions. And then suddenly, time froze, and Lily didn't know whether she was, at this very moment, in love with the idea of being in love, or just in love with James Potter.
Love, An Admirer
Chapter 11: Bloody Fireworks
Written by: lil-miss-myra
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
'My dear Lilliana...' I whispered and leaned in very slowly, wanting more than ever to kiss Lily Evans.
*Kiss me,
Down by the bearded barley,
Lightly,
Beside the green, green grass...*
Suddenly, it was as if time froze, and fate gave me the chance to ponder on what I was going to do; whether it was the right thing, or whether it was just going to screw up everything.
Was I moving things too fast?
*Swing, swing,
Swing the spinning step,
You'll wear those shoes
And I will wear that dress...*
I mean, sure, I have known her for the past six years of my life, but I have only *really* gotten to know her this year.
But what does this mean? Is this a caught-in-the-moment moment, or was I really falling for this shy Lily Evans?
*Kiss me...
Beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me,
Out of the moonlit floor...*
How come suddenly, my eyes are beginning to open, as if I was blind all this while? (a/n: no pun intended.. :P) But if I was blind, what was the thing that I couldn't see?
Should I kiss her?
*Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies
Dance silver moon sparkling...*
I took this opportunity, which fate dawned on me, (you know, the whole time- freezing thing-a-ma-jig [a/n: LITTLE MERMAID!]) and observed her.
She looked even more beautiful when she's still. She already looked beautiful without makeup, but with it on, I'm speechless. I guess Fiona is right, with just a blow dryer and cosmetics, she can do wonders.
There Lily was, with her thin soft pink lips, pouting ever so slightly, and her eyes closed. Damn, wouldn't it be perfect if her eyes were open? I had always been fascinated by her vivid green eyes... But why am I saying these words, now? Why hadn't I said it earlier on?
*So kiss me...
Kiss me...*
So I did what my instincts told me to do; I unfroze time and leaned in to kiss her... But just as my lips were about to graze hers, a loud bang was heard, and a cheer erupted.
Lily and I drew back abruptly and looked away.
I swore quietly under my breath, and made a vow to put on a silencing charm whenever kissing anyone.
I looked up into the sky and saw fireworks; and it made a pattern in the sky,
"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to wish all of Hogwarts, a Happy Christmas!"
The students were still clapping away, with huge grins on their faces.
But of course!
I slapped myself mentally. How could I have forgotten?
The Marauders & I had planned to set off fireworks during the ball, with a message.
But WHY now, WHY?
'Bloody fireworks,' I muttered.
I looked at Lily, but I could see that Lily was trying her best to avoid *my* gaze.
You idiot my conscience hissed. Look what you've done, you fat cow. I TOLD you to pull back. Well, did you? Noooooo... You wanted to trust your good ol' instincts. And what did that result? THE PERSON YOU WANTED TO KISS NOW MAY BE CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!
I winced inwardly. Why must consciences be right all the time? Can't they just be wrong for *once*.
'Lily,' I tried.
A muffle.
'Pardon?' I said kindly.
~*~*~Lily's POV~*~*~
Don't cry... Don't cry...
'I would like to return to the dorm...'
I forced myself to hold back the tears.
I never cried... I had only cried because of father.
Father!
James... He whispered Lilliana before he leaned it... He actually remembered what I had been jabbering about during the library sessions...
If Petunia ever found out I was crying because of a BOY of all things, she would have been rolling on the floor in fits of laughter by now.
Just a few moments ago, James Potter, JAMES POTTER, was about to kiss *me*. Can you believe it? ME!
And just a few days ago, I had been reminiscing about James not even noticing me. Look where I am now? But why did he have to kiss me - wait, cancel that. He didn't kiss me, but he was about to... That makes matters ever worse!
How am I going to converse with him in the future? A close-kiss isn't normal among friends - it's supposed to mean something!
What if it was an accident?
What if, he hadn't meant to kiss me...?
But, what if he did? whispered the quiet voice in me.
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
'I would like to return to the dorm...' she quietly whispered.
Good going, James. Lily would never want to partner you in Charms anymore, after this. Let alone speak.
But is she right, doing this? If she had ignored the fireworks, smiled mischievously, and leaned in again, what would have happened?
Don't be daft, James. You know Lily isn't that type.
Oh, right.
Should I stop her? Should I just kiss her?
What am I suppose to do?
I just nodded solemnly, and said, 'I'll take you to the dorm, if you'd really want.
'No, I don't need an escort,' she said quietly.
'No, I insist.' I said, softly.
She heaved a heavy sigh, and said, 'Alright, then. Whatever.'
So we took off, with Lily walking ever so faster whenever I neared her.
~*~*~Third Person's POV~*~*~
They finally reached the Gryffindor Dorm - none of them speaking to each other.
As soon as they neared the Portrait of the Fat Lady, they heard a soft snore - coming from the lady herself.
James coughed, and her eyes snapped open, with pink cheeks. She suddenly began fanning herself quickly, trying to cover up the embarrassment. She then muttered, 'P-Password?'
James cleared his throat and said, 'Flibbertigibbet.'
The portrait swung open, and allowed the two youths to enter. Lily abruptly walked up the staircase leading to the Girls' Dormitory, not muttering a single word.
'G-Good night, Lily,' James managed, trying to grasp her attention.
Silence, was all that greeted him.
James blew the awfully-long-unwanted-untamed-cursed bangs of his and he plopped on the couch.
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
What's going on?
Why is life suddenly taking a sharp turn?
Was this a normal phenomenon that occurs to every sixteen year old teenage boy?
My main sole purpose of going to the ball was to have fun, of course, and to dance with Carissa, but it was also to find out who my secret admirer was.
Now there are three people in my life to confuse me; Carissa, the secret admirer, whom I have named "Angel" (AN for anonymous, and angel, as that what I assume she is), and Lily...
This Angel, who is she? I mean, is she ever going to reveal herself? Will she forever leave me clueless; am I just wasting my time?
I growled in frustration; this isn't helping me at all.
But back to Lily.
Why didn't she slap or stop me?
Why did she just let me lean in?
James was lost in his ocean of thoughts, not realizing he was practically walking up and down outside the Portrait of the Fat Lady. People would think he might have forgotten the password.
Occasionally, fellow Gryffindors who went in would stop, and mutter, 'The password's flibbertigibbet, James.'
The Fat Lady, who was clearly trying to get some sleep even muttered at one fellow Gryffindor in her sleep, 'He knows that, you twit! He let a girl in!'
So I did what my instincts told me to, find Remus.
I rushed to the Great Hall, while the Christmas Ball lasted in search of the sensible one among the Marauders.
I finally reached the table where Remus was supposed to be with Piper Valentine. Apparently, they were having a ball of a time, dancing. Seeing the lovey-dovey look on Piper's face, I guess she's already falling in love with him. I chuckled, but quickly neared them.
I tapped Piper on her shoulder and said, 'I'm so sorry, Piper, doll, but could I please have a moment with Remus?'
Apparently, Remus wasn't the only one with the charm.
She blushed and said, 'Of course, James,' She looked at Remus. 'See you later, Remmy...'
Instead of going off the dancefloor, I decided to stay and dance with him, despite the stares we were attracting.
'Prongs,' Remus muttered, 'Do you know how embarrassing this is, for me to dance with a guy?'
I shrugged it off. 'So what, Moony? Everyone knows we're straight.' I grinned.
Remus rolled his eyes. 'Whatever, James. Where were you during the fireworks, anyway? The Bimbo Squad were looking all over for you. *Oh dear, where's Jamesie? Remmy! Siri! Have you seen Jamesie?*' mimicked Remus in a high voice.
'That doesn't really matter, Remmy.' I said, while trying to control the red, after the mention of the fireworks. 'Besides, I really need to talk to you.' I lowered my voice.
Remus looked at me with concern in his eyes, 'Oh Good Lord, James. What trouble did you let yourself get into *this* time?'
'I - InearlykissedLily.' I rushed.
'You WHAT?' he half-shouted.
'I - I nearly, NEARLY, well... Mine and ...'
'Oh, come on, Prongs!'
'I nearly kissed Lily,' I finished.
Remus found this quite amusing. 'And?'
'And?' I said, my eyes nearly bulging from it's sockets. 'The bloody fireworks stopped me from finishing it.'
Remus chuckled. 'You wanted to kiss her, James?'
I didn't answer, as Allison de Traum finished a song, and everyone applauded. Remus dragged me outside, not realizing someone else was there.
'Well, answer my question, James! Did you or did you not want to kiss Lily?'
I looked down, and said 'I well, I guess I wanted to,' I said sheepishly. 'Remus, I can't handle this anymore! I mean first, I'm all about Carissa. Suddenly, this angel sends me this anonymous letter, and makes me feel delighted. Then, LILY appears. As I get more acquainted with her, I feel more free...'
Remus looked at me strangely.
I scoffed, 'I don't sound myself, do I?'
Remus nodded.
'But I don't get it, Moony...' I ran a hand through my thick hair. 'She didn't pull back, nor did she stop and slap my face. Why didn't she?'
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of no where - Winston Reese, Walter's twin. [a/n: sorry if ur sick of twins!]
'Because she fancies you, you dolt.'
I felt beads of sweat rolling down my face. 'W-Win?'
'No need to feel ashamed, James. You're a lucky guy, you are.'
Remus watched silently.
'Lily likes you, James.'
'W-what?' I asked, flabbergasted.
Was Winston nuts? Lily Evans, does NOT like me.
'I'm serious, James. I heard her myself.'
'She confessed to you?'
'Well, no. I was on my way to meet Regina, and I guess, I sort of overheard her gasping, and what was she gasping at? Your conversation with Sirius.'
Suddenly, it all clicked! So it was LILY, who was that mysterious phantom near the empty classroom?
'Why didn't you tell me earlier?'
Walter stuck his hands in his pockets and said, 'Well, I wasn't for sure if she liked you, or whether she liked Sirius. But after listening to this humorous dialogue, I guess you're our winner, Mr Potter.' He winked. 'Sorry if you're mad for eavesdropping, James. Remus. But I guess it'll help in the future, now won't it?' Winston smirked. 'Well, I better get back to Regina. She's probably waiting for me. I guess my chill out time did have some benefits, didn't it?'
I was confused, but I just nodded.
'See you in class, Potter.'
I never did understand Winston Reese. He was a quiet person, compared to Walter. Hardly talks, quite popular among girls in Ravenclaw, but was such a mystery. But, was Winston bull-ing?
Remus chuckled, and brought me back from wonderland.
'S-Sorry, Moony.' I smiled a dazed one. 'What should I do, Remus?'
'Go for the one who likes you back, James.' He said simply. 'As easy as that? But do you like her?'
I thought, and thought. What if she's like the other girls, James? Like the Bimbo Squad. Who's only after your looks, and wealth. I thought. But, what if she isn't?
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the Girl's Dorm and heard Remus' soft laugh.
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Author's Note: Hola! I'm sorry if this ending is lame, and that I'm lacking. I just didn't have the mood, and desperately wanted to post this up. SORRY if you're disappointed! :(
Well, I'd just like to say, to those of you who read Original Fiction, please check out my new story! It's called : Unwanted Affection
Oh, and before I go, I would like to ask for a favor. Would anyone like to be my Beta reader? If someone's willing to, then bless you! Do email me if you'd like to at simply_mirah@yahoo.com
Does anyone know how to use the HTML tags to activate Bold, Outline and Italic? Please include the instructions in a lovely review, if you know.
And for the last REAL time, if anyone would like to send me e-mails on updates of Love, An Admirer, please include your e-mail, AND at least something saying that you would want to. I'm so sorry if this is the third time I asked.
Since I've asked for SO many unnecessary favors, I'd give you a treat of a PREVIEW of Chapter 12. WEEE!!
Preview - Chapter 12:
'What are these?' He said holding up unfinished letters.
'N-nothing!' She said, quickly grabbing, and tearing them up, throwing it into the dust bin. How could I have been so stupid, to not burn them! She thought, mentally slapping herself.
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Note: I think most of you were quite confused with the whole "Peter York" thing. I think only one reader (everblue3) realized the hint. :P Peter York was supposed to be Pete Yorn, who is the real singer of the song "Just Another Girl".
Disclaimer: Anything familiar isn't mine, and unfortunately belongs to the oh-so-brilliant JK Rowling, whom I salute to. Creations of mine are : Piper Valentine, Fiona, Jemima, Emily Hart, Dennis Front, Walter Reese, Winston Reese, Marie Lodge, Yvonne West, Gerald Wills, Kurt Randall and Isabelle Frall. And the song used in this chapter, "Kiss Me", by Sixpence None the Richer isn't mine either.
You want to borrow my characters, I'll be flattered. You want to steal my characters, you'll be flattened. :)
Author's Note: You people don't know how much THINKING this chapter took. It was THE most major and biggest writer block I had EVER had. But, what the heck, as long as I make you people happy, I'm happy. :D (corny, isn't it?)
Recap from Chapter 10:
'My dear Lilliana...' James whispered as he leaned in slowly, very slowly, not thinking rationally about his actions. And then suddenly, time froze, and Lily didn't know whether she was, at this very moment, in love with the idea of being in love, or just in love with James Potter.
Love, An Admirer
Chapter 11: Bloody Fireworks
Written by: lil-miss-myra
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
'My dear Lilliana...' I whispered and leaned in very slowly, wanting more than ever to kiss Lily Evans.
*Kiss me,
Down by the bearded barley,
Lightly,
Beside the green, green grass...*
Suddenly, it was as if time froze, and fate gave me the chance to ponder on what I was going to do; whether it was the right thing, or whether it was just going to screw up everything.
Was I moving things too fast?
*Swing, swing,
Swing the spinning step,
You'll wear those shoes
And I will wear that dress...*
I mean, sure, I have known her for the past six years of my life, but I have only *really* gotten to know her this year.
But what does this mean? Is this a caught-in-the-moment moment, or was I really falling for this shy Lily Evans?
*Kiss me...
Beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me,
Out of the moonlit floor...*
How come suddenly, my eyes are beginning to open, as if I was blind all this while? (a/n: no pun intended.. :P) But if I was blind, what was the thing that I couldn't see?
Should I kiss her?
*Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies
Dance silver moon sparkling...*
I took this opportunity, which fate dawned on me, (you know, the whole time- freezing thing-a-ma-jig [a/n: LITTLE MERMAID!]) and observed her.
She looked even more beautiful when she's still. She already looked beautiful without makeup, but with it on, I'm speechless. I guess Fiona is right, with just a blow dryer and cosmetics, she can do wonders.
There Lily was, with her thin soft pink lips, pouting ever so slightly, and her eyes closed. Damn, wouldn't it be perfect if her eyes were open? I had always been fascinated by her vivid green eyes... But why am I saying these words, now? Why hadn't I said it earlier on?
*So kiss me...
Kiss me...*
So I did what my instincts told me to do; I unfroze time and leaned in to kiss her... But just as my lips were about to graze hers, a loud bang was heard, and a cheer erupted.
Lily and I drew back abruptly and looked away.
I swore quietly under my breath, and made a vow to put on a silencing charm whenever kissing anyone.
I looked up into the sky and saw fireworks; and it made a pattern in the sky,
"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to wish all of Hogwarts, a Happy Christmas!"
The students were still clapping away, with huge grins on their faces.
But of course!
I slapped myself mentally. How could I have forgotten?
The Marauders & I had planned to set off fireworks during the ball, with a message.
But WHY now, WHY?
'Bloody fireworks,' I muttered.
I looked at Lily, but I could see that Lily was trying her best to avoid *my* gaze.
You idiot my conscience hissed. Look what you've done, you fat cow. I TOLD you to pull back. Well, did you? Noooooo... You wanted to trust your good ol' instincts. And what did that result? THE PERSON YOU WANTED TO KISS NOW MAY BE CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!
I winced inwardly. Why must consciences be right all the time? Can't they just be wrong for *once*.
'Lily,' I tried.
A muffle.
'Pardon?' I said kindly.
~*~*~Lily's POV~*~*~
Don't cry... Don't cry...
'I would like to return to the dorm...'
I forced myself to hold back the tears.
I never cried... I had only cried because of father.
Father!
James... He whispered Lilliana before he leaned it... He actually remembered what I had been jabbering about during the library sessions...
If Petunia ever found out I was crying because of a BOY of all things, she would have been rolling on the floor in fits of laughter by now.
Just a few moments ago, James Potter, JAMES POTTER, was about to kiss *me*. Can you believe it? ME!
And just a few days ago, I had been reminiscing about James not even noticing me. Look where I am now? But why did he have to kiss me - wait, cancel that. He didn't kiss me, but he was about to... That makes matters ever worse!
How am I going to converse with him in the future? A close-kiss isn't normal among friends - it's supposed to mean something!
What if it was an accident?
What if, he hadn't meant to kiss me...?
But, what if he did? whispered the quiet voice in me.
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
'I would like to return to the dorm...' she quietly whispered.
Good going, James. Lily would never want to partner you in Charms anymore, after this. Let alone speak.
But is she right, doing this? If she had ignored the fireworks, smiled mischievously, and leaned in again, what would have happened?
Don't be daft, James. You know Lily isn't that type.
Oh, right.
Should I stop her? Should I just kiss her?
What am I suppose to do?
I just nodded solemnly, and said, 'I'll take you to the dorm, if you'd really want.
'No, I don't need an escort,' she said quietly.
'No, I insist.' I said, softly.
She heaved a heavy sigh, and said, 'Alright, then. Whatever.'
So we took off, with Lily walking ever so faster whenever I neared her.
~*~*~Third Person's POV~*~*~
They finally reached the Gryffindor Dorm - none of them speaking to each other.
As soon as they neared the Portrait of the Fat Lady, they heard a soft snore - coming from the lady herself.
James coughed, and her eyes snapped open, with pink cheeks. She suddenly began fanning herself quickly, trying to cover up the embarrassment. She then muttered, 'P-Password?'
James cleared his throat and said, 'Flibbertigibbet.'
The portrait swung open, and allowed the two youths to enter. Lily abruptly walked up the staircase leading to the Girls' Dormitory, not muttering a single word.
'G-Good night, Lily,' James managed, trying to grasp her attention.
Silence, was all that greeted him.
James blew the awfully-long-unwanted-untamed-cursed bangs of his and he plopped on the couch.
~*~*~James' POV~*~*~
What's going on?
Why is life suddenly taking a sharp turn?
Was this a normal phenomenon that occurs to every sixteen year old teenage boy?
My main sole purpose of going to the ball was to have fun, of course, and to dance with Carissa, but it was also to find out who my secret admirer was.
Now there are three people in my life to confuse me; Carissa, the secret admirer, whom I have named "Angel" (AN for anonymous, and angel, as that what I assume she is), and Lily...
This Angel, who is she? I mean, is she ever going to reveal herself? Will she forever leave me clueless; am I just wasting my time?
I growled in frustration; this isn't helping me at all.
But back to Lily.
Why didn't she slap or stop me?
Why did she just let me lean in?
James was lost in his ocean of thoughts, not realizing he was practically walking up and down outside the Portrait of the Fat Lady. People would think he might have forgotten the password.
Occasionally, fellow Gryffindors who went in would stop, and mutter, 'The password's flibbertigibbet, James.'
The Fat Lady, who was clearly trying to get some sleep even muttered at one fellow Gryffindor in her sleep, 'He knows that, you twit! He let a girl in!'
So I did what my instincts told me to, find Remus.
I rushed to the Great Hall, while the Christmas Ball lasted in search of the sensible one among the Marauders.
I finally reached the table where Remus was supposed to be with Piper Valentine. Apparently, they were having a ball of a time, dancing. Seeing the lovey-dovey look on Piper's face, I guess she's already falling in love with him. I chuckled, but quickly neared them.
I tapped Piper on her shoulder and said, 'I'm so sorry, Piper, doll, but could I please have a moment with Remus?'
Apparently, Remus wasn't the only one with the charm.
She blushed and said, 'Of course, James,' She looked at Remus. 'See you later, Remmy...'
Instead of going off the dancefloor, I decided to stay and dance with him, despite the stares we were attracting.
'Prongs,' Remus muttered, 'Do you know how embarrassing this is, for me to dance with a guy?'
I shrugged it off. 'So what, Moony? Everyone knows we're straight.' I grinned.
Remus rolled his eyes. 'Whatever, James. Where were you during the fireworks, anyway? The Bimbo Squad were looking all over for you. *Oh dear, where's Jamesie? Remmy! Siri! Have you seen Jamesie?*' mimicked Remus in a high voice.
'That doesn't really matter, Remmy.' I said, while trying to control the red, after the mention of the fireworks. 'Besides, I really need to talk to you.' I lowered my voice.
Remus looked at me with concern in his eyes, 'Oh Good Lord, James. What trouble did you let yourself get into *this* time?'
'I - InearlykissedLily.' I rushed.
'You WHAT?' he half-shouted.
'I - I nearly, NEARLY, well... Mine and ...'
'Oh, come on, Prongs!'
'I nearly kissed Lily,' I finished.
Remus found this quite amusing. 'And?'
'And?' I said, my eyes nearly bulging from it's sockets. 'The bloody fireworks stopped me from finishing it.'
Remus chuckled. 'You wanted to kiss her, James?'
I didn't answer, as Allison de Traum finished a song, and everyone applauded. Remus dragged me outside, not realizing someone else was there.
'Well, answer my question, James! Did you or did you not want to kiss Lily?'
I looked down, and said 'I well, I guess I wanted to,' I said sheepishly. 'Remus, I can't handle this anymore! I mean first, I'm all about Carissa. Suddenly, this angel sends me this anonymous letter, and makes me feel delighted. Then, LILY appears. As I get more acquainted with her, I feel more free...'
Remus looked at me strangely.
I scoffed, 'I don't sound myself, do I?'
Remus nodded.
'But I don't get it, Moony...' I ran a hand through my thick hair. 'She didn't pull back, nor did she stop and slap my face. Why didn't she?'
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of no where - Winston Reese, Walter's twin. [a/n: sorry if ur sick of twins!]
'Because she fancies you, you dolt.'
I felt beads of sweat rolling down my face. 'W-Win?'
'No need to feel ashamed, James. You're a lucky guy, you are.'
Remus watched silently.
'Lily likes you, James.'
'W-what?' I asked, flabbergasted.
Was Winston nuts? Lily Evans, does NOT like me.
'I'm serious, James. I heard her myself.'
'She confessed to you?'
'Well, no. I was on my way to meet Regina, and I guess, I sort of overheard her gasping, and what was she gasping at? Your conversation with Sirius.'
Suddenly, it all clicked! So it was LILY, who was that mysterious phantom near the empty classroom?
'Why didn't you tell me earlier?'
Walter stuck his hands in his pockets and said, 'Well, I wasn't for sure if she liked you, or whether she liked Sirius. But after listening to this humorous dialogue, I guess you're our winner, Mr Potter.' He winked. 'Sorry if you're mad for eavesdropping, James. Remus. But I guess it'll help in the future, now won't it?' Winston smirked. 'Well, I better get back to Regina. She's probably waiting for me. I guess my chill out time did have some benefits, didn't it?'
I was confused, but I just nodded.
'See you in class, Potter.'
I never did understand Winston Reese. He was a quiet person, compared to Walter. Hardly talks, quite popular among girls in Ravenclaw, but was such a mystery. But, was Winston bull-ing?
Remus chuckled, and brought me back from wonderland.
'S-Sorry, Moony.' I smiled a dazed one. 'What should I do, Remus?'
'Go for the one who likes you back, James.' He said simply. 'As easy as that? But do you like her?'
I thought, and thought. What if she's like the other girls, James? Like the Bimbo Squad. Who's only after your looks, and wealth. I thought. But, what if she isn't?
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the Girl's Dorm and heard Remus' soft laugh.
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Author's Note: Hola! I'm sorry if this ending is lame, and that I'm lacking. I just didn't have the mood, and desperately wanted to post this up. SORRY if you're disappointed! :(
Well, I'd just like to say, to those of you who read Original Fiction, please check out my new story! It's called : Unwanted Affection
Oh, and before I go, I would like to ask for a favor. Would anyone like to be my Beta reader? If someone's willing to, then bless you! Do email me if you'd like to at simply_mirah@yahoo.com
Does anyone know how to use the HTML tags to activate Bold, Outline and Italic? Please include the instructions in a lovely review, if you know.
And for the last REAL time, if anyone would like to send me e-mails on updates of Love, An Admirer, please include your e-mail, AND at least something saying that you would want to. I'm so sorry if this is the third time I asked.
Since I've asked for SO many unnecessary favors, I'd give you a treat of a PREVIEW of Chapter 12. WEEE!!
Preview - Chapter 12:
'What are these?' He said holding up unfinished letters.
'N-nothing!' She said, quickly grabbing, and tearing them up, throwing it into the dust bin. How could I have been so stupid, to not burn them! She thought, mentally slapping herself.
Thanks: (Yummy cotton candy to all!)
tom girl, Lamina Court, bertiebottsgeorge, DV, mystikalo, everblue3, Embyr- Dragon, Red Magic Marker, heavenly182angel, anna, Lils, Krissy, zebragurl, Clearbrook, bebe-chrissy, skyleia, Lil-Brat888, Cedric+Cho=4eva, kuro- tenshi_2nd, AvrilLavigneRocks, Maigon Jesolite, TheSilverLady, Slinkysly, oreos, Riana-Rin, Authoress, Jackster, Lina Shay aaaaand blahblah!
Note: I think most of you were quite confused with the whole "Peter York" thing. I think only one reader (everblue3) realized the hint. :P Peter York was supposed to be Pete Yorn, who is the real singer of the song "Just Another Girl".