Captain Potter, Prefect Evans, and Mr. Bighead Boy

I was on my way to the Great Hall—only a week until break, only a week and a few days until Christmas. I can't wait! A few fourth year Hufflepuff girls giggled passed me. I know, I know, I'm irresistible. It's okay.

I peered into the Great Hall, she wasn't there yet. I quickly took a seat next to Moony. "What's this about?" This meaning a stupid meeting to which I had just arrived five minutes late.

"It's about the next Quiditch games. You know, to find out the dates." I turned my head still no sign of her.

"Where's Evans?" I asked turning to Moony.

He shook his head. "Last I saw her she was heading towards where we know the Ravenclaw common room is," he added the last part in a whisper. I looked towards where the Ravenclaws were seated, they were all there.

Moony pointed towards the front of the room. "Head Boy, he's missing." This year the Head Boy was a stuck-up, pretty boy, know it all Ravenclaw and he had his eye on Evans. "That's why the meeting hasn't started." I grew curious and decided to do some investigating.

I looked inside my pocket for my secret weapon, "Bugger, Padfoot has the map." Moony looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it, as he always does. "Wait," there was still hope! "I have the mirror." I looked around to make sure no one was looking. "Padfoot!" No answer. "Padfoot!"

"Oy, Prongs!"

I sent Moony a mischievous glance and quietly explained the situation to Padfoot, "Evans is late to the meeting. Can you tell me where she is?" He nodded. After a few minutes Padfoot's face became clear again—I didn't like it. "Well," I said expectantly.

He smiled. You know that smile that someone makes when they're trying really hard not to laugh? Yeah? Well, that was it.

I was getting very irritated. "Well?"

"She's with the Head Boy in a... in a," he burst out laughing.

"Tell me!" I noticed some nosy people had begun to take interest in my side of the table, nasty buggers. I lowered my voice. "Padfoot," I said almost in a whisper. He nodded, finally subduing his laughter.

"She's in a broom closet, the one by the Ravenclaw common room." I felt a surge of so many feelings rattle through my body that is was inexplicable. I handed Moony the mirror and made my way through the Great Hall. It felt like it took virtually no time at all to reach the broom closet.

Once I was there I heard talking and movement inside. Calm down. Calm down. I closed my eyes. One. Two. Three. Four. Don't do anything you'll regret. Five. Six. Keep control over yourself. Seven. Eight. Nine. No matter what. Ten. My face was expressionless, my mind was calm, and my jealousy was intense, but I contained it.

I opened my eyes. Knock, knock, knock. I heard gasps. I smiled, stay expressionless. Out came Evans and Mr. Bighead Boy. I was pleased to see that Mr. Bighead Boy was looking quite frightened.

"Do you two know that you're holding up a very important meeting?" Both their eyes widened, this was going to be fun.

"Oh no, oh no, I completely forgot!" I watched Evans as she tried to make her way around me. Oh no, I was going to give this opportunity up. This was way too much fun.

"If I were either of you I'd let me lead you." Head Boy stopped dead in his tracks, I intimidated him. How fun. Evans, on the other hand, kept walking. "Evans how're you to explain to all the prefects and the teachers exactly why you were late?"

She kept walking. "I'll make something up, Potter! I don't need your help!"

"Oh Evans, I don't think the Teachers will be very pleased to find out a prefect was lying!" She stopped, I had her now.

"You wouldn't!" she had turned around now.

"Evans, see I'm an honest person. I'm not very keen on lying."

"Oh, please Potter, don't give me that."

"Evans," I said in what I hoped was a sincere tone. "I don't think I've lied a day of my life." I swore holding my hand over my heart.

She sighed. "Lead away, Potter," she was talking through gritted teeth. She was beginning to notice the odds were against her.

"Glad you could see it my way Evans. Now, come along you two," I grabbed both Evans and Mr. Bighead Boy by the arm.

"Don't touch me, Potter!"

"As you wish m'dear," I headed towards the Great Hall with incredible speed. I had a plan already formulating in my mind.

We reached the Great Hall some fifteen minutes later. "Where have you two been?" the Head Girl was absolutely livid. It really didn't suit her. When some people are angry they slightly tinge pink, Ms. Head Girl was as pale as a Muggle who had just flooed half way across Britain for the first time. Instead of tingeing pink when she was angry she tinged a kind of yellowish green, it was kind of sick. But then again all Slytherins were. "What in the world made you almost an hour late?"

Time to turn on the James Potter charm, "No worries, they were with me!" Grin. Wink. Saunter. Score, she nodded and blushed. (She blushes kind of purple, man she's weird.) I looked at Mr. Bighead Boy and Evans, they were gawking. I smiled. "Yes, I know, it's that easy when you're James Potter."

Evans shot me a frustrated glance and walked past me. I was walking towards the other Gryffindors just behind her. I looked at Moony and smiled, you could always count on Moony to think ahead. The only two seats available on the Gryffindor side were to his left, meaning Evans and I had no other choice but to sit next to each other. Evans sat to the right of the Gryffindor seventh year prefect. Perfect. I took my seat next to Moony, a humongous grin plastered across my face.

Evans was busy talking to the prefect next to her when everyone began to quiet down. Evans looked at me and sighed when I smiled at her, then turned to listen to what the head girl was saying. I looked at Moony who was also listening to meeting, I shook my head. What is it with these people?

I took a piece of parchment a quill.

Hey Evans!

You know what? You owe me! If it wasn't for me you would have been left to explain what you were doing.

How should I make you pay me back...? Don't worry Evans I'll think of something, when I know what it is I'll let you know.

With an incredibly overwhelming amount of love,

James

Of course I knew how to make her pay me back, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

I took out my wand. "Ovile Avitus." The paper folded itself over in the palm of my hand into the shape of a bird and flapped its wings all the way to Evans at wand point. She took in her hand and examined it. "Exovile." I muttered. The parchment unfolded itself in her hands and she read it.

Evans turned around and glared at me. 'Get over yourself, Potter,' she mouthed.

"Ow!" Moony had elbowed me in the ribs. "What?" He signaled towards the front. Mr. Bighead Boy was looking straight at me, along with everyone else in the room. I smiled.

"Captain Potter now that you're done socializing with Prefect Evans can you please inform me of your teams status."

"What status?" I responded stupidly.

Mr. Bighead Boy sighed. "How many team players are currently able to play for your next game? How many team players will be on the team next year and what positions are free for next year?"

I looked at Evans who was trying really hard not to look my way. "All my team members are able to play. All but two players will be playing next year. A beater and a chaser position will be open."

Evans didn't talk to me after this; the rest of the meeting was rather boring. It felt like ages before it was finished.

Moony and I made our way back to the Gryffindor common room. "Hey Moony, I have a plan on how to get Evans to go out with me."

He looked at me warily, "I don't know Prongs."

"It's full-proof, I promise."

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