A/N: New chappie! WOOHOO! Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do not own it.
Harry Potter is not mine.
Belongs to Rowling. (It's a haiku peoples!)
September 5th, 1977
Ugh! Everywhere I look; there are the same stupid signs. In the corridors, Great Hall, common room, even the bathrooms. Here's what it says:
Obsessed with chocolate?
Mad at boyfriend and his dorm mate?
Annoyed by a certain raven-haired guy and think you hate him, but you are actually
Secretly in love with him, and you don't know it yet?
If you answered yes to any of these, then you need counseling. Special counseling! If you would like this special counseling, make an appointment in the empty class next to the Charms room ASAP! We guarantee you counseling free, or your money back!
Sincerely,
Da Rat, the Nerd, and El Snuffles
…tell me that's not weird.
That's not even the worst part. Alice is dragging me to one. She says that both of us need counseling. I told her I don't need counseling. She told me not to deny it. I wish that people would stop telling me to stop denying stuff!
We are sitting here outside of the room, waiting for our number to be called. Yeah, we had to pull numbers. You would think that we were at some muggle barber's shop. …Oh great, my number just got called. I guess I'll write more later.
So I walked in there, and took a seat on the couch. There was a desk in front of me, and a chair, but the chair was facing away from me. I guessed someone was sitting there, because it turned around once I got comfortable.
When the counselor turned around, I knew this would take some time getting used to. He was a tall guy, with black eyes, and a blond toupee. I know it was a toupee. He had to hold it down every time he moved his head. If it wasn't for the fake blond hair, you would have thought that it was Sirius.
"So, what brings you to my office today, Ms. Evans?" he said in a too-much-for-comfort voice.
"My best friend dragged me here."
"So you have no problems what so ever?"
"Yep. Now can I please go? I have some homework to do." I got up and started walking towards the door, but suddenly, two very big, very muscular guys came out of nowhere and guarded the door.
"I believe you will have time for that later. The charms homework that you're talking about isn't even due till next week."
I glared at him, but sat back down.
"Now, it has come to my understanding, that you are extremely infatuated with a certain Head Boy."
"NO I'M NOT!"
"Ahh, that' the first step. Denial."
I swear the next time someone says that…
"So today we are going to work on overcoming that denial. I want you to say this with me. I am in love with James Potter."
"I am NOT in love with James Potter." I can feel my face getting red from anger.
"No, it's I AM in love with James Potter." Right now I just want to wipe that smirk off of his face.
"I don't have to say anything."
"Fine, then. Now I wonder, how did you feel when James was dancing with that girl at the party?
Now I was totally not expecting that to happen. I thought he was going to continue with the whole 'me loving James' thing.
"I don't know…I guess…I don't know." I said. Suddenly, the floor was looking very interesting.
"Maybe, you were jealous." He grinned maniacally at me, almost as if he knew something that I didn't.
"Maybe I was-"
"YES! IT'S ABOUT BLOODY TIME!" he stood up, screaming so then the whole world can hear.
"How about next time, you don't tell the whole world that." I glared at him.
"Err, right. Well, that concludes this week's session. Next week, you will be talking with The Nerd about how to deal with this not-so-traumatic thingy," he said, "until then, you have an assignment. I would like you to sit with James for every meal, and have at least one decent conversation with him. Don't think I won't know. I'm everywhere.
I took note of the strange look in his eyes.
"Now you are free to go. The assignment starts tomorrow at breakfast." He waved to me as I got up.
"Right, err, thank you…"
"The name is…El Snuffles."
"Right, El Snuffles. Good Bye."
And that was it. Yeah, I know I shouldn't have gone with it, but I couldn't help but think that maybe he was right. To cure whatever is wrong with me, I have to take it head-on. Only problem is, we have never had a conversation where I have not threatened or yelled at him.
flashback
"Potter, could you pass me the milk?"
"Only if you could pass me some of yours."
"POTTER!"
end flashback
Or that one other time…
flashback
"POTTER, THE NEXT TIME YOU SMACK MY ARSE, I'LL KICK YOURS!"
end flashback
And then the more recent time…
last flashback
"Lily flower, can I sleep in your bed?"
end last flashback
Honestly, does he not know what NO means?
But seriously, if it will make me stop being jealous of him, then I'll do it. If it doesn't work, then El Snuffles better be able to run fast.
A/N-There is chapter 3. Let's see if I can get more reviews than the last time (which I seriously hope so). No flames please!
PS-THANKIES TO MY WONDERFUL READERS AND REVIEWERS! I SHALL REWARD YOU ALL GREATLY WITH SOME WONDERFUL...COOKIES! WOOHOO!