Transfiguration Homework
Olive watched me glaring at my homework. What was it about Transfiguration that never made sense unless one person in particular explained it to me? I almost growled at it, before Olive asked me playfully, "Who do you fancy?"
I was grateful for an excuse to stop arguing with my homework.
"Well," I began, equally light-heartedly, "he's tall and thin, and he's got dark hair." That described almost all of the boys in Hogwarts. "He likes Quidditch, and he's captain of the team. He's good at Transfiguration and helps me when I'm stuck with my homework."
Olive looked at me thoughtfully. "Keep going," she prompted.
"He did really well in his OWLs, which no-one seemed to expect. He has hazel eyes. He kisses really well."
Olive's eyebrows were almost meeting, despite her sly expression. "Go one…"
"I used to hate him, but I've changed my mind, now. You should have seen his expression when he asked me out and I said yes! He's got messy writing and comes from a Wizarding family. He seems to be prejudiced, bhut he loves me. He's popular, but most of the teachers don't like him."
Olive looked as though a light bulb had switched on in her head.
"Have you worked out who he is? If I tell you, you'll have to promise not to tell anyone."
Olive gave me a shrewd look. "Is it James Potter?"
I shook my head, smiling mysteriously. "He's coming towards us just now."
He arrived, and as I walked away with him explaining my Transfiguration homework to me, I heard Olive's incredulous gasp.
"Montague?"
AN: By now I'm sure you've guessed that I have a twisted mind. Please review! I'll even reply!
Disclaimer: No, neither Montague nor Lily (whose PoV it is, if you hadn't realised) are mine, but I am proud to own Olive!