James Sirius Potter marked off another day on his calendar. It had been nearly an entire week since he'd given Chloe his name and address on the watermelon-flavoured condom, and he hadn't heard from her yet. He'd visited the supermarket every other day at least once, just to see if he could catch her there, but it was to no avail: he hadn't seen her all week. Fortunately, it was Sunday, so he only had to wait another day and a half.

James wasn't completely sure as to why he was so intrigued by the brown-haired girl. Her hair was the colour of chestnut and messy, and her nose was, perhaps, slightly larger than he would have chosen had he the choice...she wasn't perfect, of course - nobody was perfect - but she was certainly pretty. He'd seen girls prettier than her, but something about her had taken him in. So much so, that he hadn't even had the chance to use the entire package of condoms in the week he was waiting to see her again. He'd played some video games, strummed his guitar, had a bit of fun with a blonde named Elise who was only staying in Godric's Hollow for that week (no strings attached!)...but he wasn't satisfied. Chloe wasn't perfect, he reminded himself again, frustrated with his creeping obsession with the girl, but a lingering thought followed: sure she wasn't perfect, but she was damn close.

Content with his thoughts, James planted a smirk onto his face and walked into the kitchen, where his brother, Albus, was eating some leftover cake from Lily's birthday last night.

"Al," said James, nodding his head to acknowledge his brother.

"James," replied Albus, swallowing a remarkably large piece of cake. "Off to the supermarket?" he asked lightly, not looking at his brother. James had been going to the supermarket a lot this week, and Albus thought he knew why. It was probably Chloe. He'd met her before. Chloe and Lily had been friends as children, before Lily went to Hogwarts and could only come back during the summer. Chloe usually left Britain for the summer to visit her cousins in America. This summer, however, she seemed to have a job at the supermarket. And since she was no longer a child, she also had a chest and buttocks, both of which, Al had noticed on his last visit to the supermarket, were quite nice to look at. Al would have gladly accompanied James to stare at Chloe in the supermarket had he not a girlfriend to whom he was hoping to propose soon. He was only twenty, but he knew Audrey was the one for him.

"No," said James defensively as Al's perhaps-future-wife came down the stairs, angelic as ever in her striped pajama pants and tee shirt.

"Morning, Aud," said Albus cheerfully, kissing her softly as she approached him to say good morning.

"Good morning," said the auburn-haired girl, brushing away some reddish hair out of her face. "Cake for breakfast? Grandma Weasley's taught you lot well."

James chuckled. "It's in the fridge," he said, and Audrey made a beeline for the white cooling box next to the stove. "Well," he said, "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"What, not at the grocery store?" questioned Audrey with a smirk. "I dare say the cashier shall miss you today, James."

He rolled his eyes and carried himself up the stairs to his room, just next to Lily's. He was just about to sit down on his bed to practise his guitar when he heard the noise: a moan. Coming from next door. Lily's room. He stepped outside and stood just outside the door. Another moan and he would barge in. Another moan and James would lose it.

Surely enough, another moan was emitted from presumably his sister's mouth, and he opened her bedroom door and ran in. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, looking around.

Lily sat on her bed, biting a chocolate bar. "Mmm," she moaned again, allowing the sweet to melt and dissolve in her mouth. "It's so good. Want some, James?"

James exhaled, relieved. "Yes, please. Just give me the rest. What is it, Ghirardelli?"

"Yes," said Lily, "and you won't have the rest unless you'll go get me another form the supermarket." She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Not that you were planning to go in the first place, yeah? Because there's nothing to see there, yeah?"

James could feel his face growing hot. "Well, there isn't any thing to see, really," he argued.

"Oh right!" exclaimed Lily with a laugh. "It's a person, isn't it, James? By the name of...Chloe, perhaps?"

"How did you know!" asked James, laughing, embarrassed.

"I only played with her until I was about eleven," said Lily sarcastically, breaking off half of the remainder of the chcoolate bar in her hand. She held it out for him. "Get me more now, Jamesie. I love you."

James snatched the chocolate from her hand and turned to go. "Thanks," he said, and then he left the room, put on his shoes, and headed to the supermarket, the guitar on his bed long since forgotten.

Chloe was frustrated because James was back, again. It wasn't that he was ugly - he was quite the opposite, if Chloe was truthful with herself - and it wasn't that he made dirty jokes - because he didn't. He was surprisingly well-behaved. But there was something about him that scared Chloe.

At first, she'd thought it was that he bought condoms once a week. A playboy like that certainly was no good news. She'd quickly shooed that thought out of her mind, though, once she realized that she'd only ever seen him buy condoms once...

Then she'd thought it was because he sort of resembled her last boyfriend, who had cheated on her at least three times with three different girls. But, once again, she'd waved the thought away, with the reasoning that just because he perhaps looked like Jason, he wasn't Jason...

Then she'd finally considered the thought that perhaps the reason she was a bit frightened of him was because she could like him so much. She hadn't yet thought of a reason not to believe that one, but she was hoping to come up with one soon.

Which was why, Saturday afternoon, James was the last person she wanted to see. Fortunately, she wasn't working at the checkout counters that day. Unfortunately, she had to cover aisle three: cookies and snacks.

Aisle three meant hungry children who got angry when their parents wouldn't buy them snacks. Aisle three meant cookie crumbs on the floor from irresponsible mothers who opened packages of snacks before they were purchased. Aisle three meant work for Chloe, and she didn't like it one bit.

She went to the storage closet to get more packages of Chips Ahoy cookies to stack. She also grabbed a broom just in case she needed to sweep up some crumbs. And she thought she would probably need the dust pan, so she tried to reach for that, as well...

But Chloe hadn't stacked the cookies correctly in her arms, and the packages fell, no doubt crushing the cookies contained in the bags. Chloe could have cried. "SHIT!" she shouted loudly, because she was in the storage room, and that was supposed to be soundproof.

"Nothing makes sense!" shouted a boy's voice next ot her.

Chloe jumped and turned to her companion, a coworker named Niel. "Oh my god, Niel, you scared me!" She laughed nervously. "I accidentally dropped some of the cookies."

"It's okay," said Niel, shrugging it off. "Just grab some more packs. We can throw those packs out, or else we could open them, if you want to."

"Oh," laughed Chloe, "I'm not all that hungry, honestly. But you can open them if you'd like!"

"Okay," said Niel. "Maybe later. Here, I'll help you carry the dust pan and some of the cookie packs. You get the broom and the rest of the cookies."

The pair walked back to aisle three, holding the broom, dust pan, and cookies. Niel set them down on the floor next to Chloe when they reached the aisle.

"Thanks."

"No problem," Niel responded, then he waved and turned back to the storage room, leaving Chloe to stack the cookies alone.

James could see Chloe from his vantage point between aisles four and three. He really hadn't gone out looking specifically for Chloe - the cashier, a tall, lanky girl named Tessa who snapped her gum obnoxiously had told him that he could find all the chocolate he wanted in aisle four. He'd gone expecting a candy shop, but there had been nothing but saltine crackers and cans of soup. Then he'd gone to aisle three to check if perhaps the cashier had been one off, and there was Chloe.

She was squatted down on the tile floor of the store, stacking some blue packages. Every time she reached to put another package on the shelf, the back of her shirt would slide up a bit, revealing to James a sliver of the skin on her back, which was smooth and tan, if the sliver told him anything.

"Stop staring at me," came Chloe's gentle voice.

James grinned, even though she couldn't see it. "Sorry," he said. "I just couldn't stop."

"Obviously." She stood up, unfolding herself off from the floor. "If you're going to be here and not buy anything, you ought to at least help me stack cookies."

James' grin widened for some reason. He didn't quite know why, considering Chloe was bossing him around and telling him to help her work. "Okay," he said. He stepped closer to her and picked up a package of cookies. "Here?" he asked, putting it on a shelf with some other similarly packaged cookies.

Chloe nodded. "There. That's good." She squatted back onto the floor. Her shirt rose again. "I'll hand you each pack and you stack it on the shelf, alright?"

James stared at the sliver of exposed skin on her back. "Deal," he said.

They stacked like that until all the packs of cookies were gone. Then Chloe helped James locate the chocolate bars. She scanned it for him and he paid, and then, without so much as a watermelon flavoured condom, James left the store, leaving Chloe alone at the register, even though she was supposed to be in aisle three with the broom and dust pan that she hadn't yet used.

Hey! I realize this chapter wasn't exactly funny. Crap. So I'm planning a lot of grocery store puns in the next chapter, which should make up for the complete lack of funniness in this one. :(

Anyway. Congratulations to any of you who got the Say Anything (band) reference! Hahah.

HUGE thanks to my reviewers for the prologue: lovely42 (JSP is my fave) and bamanda808 (watermelon rocks)!

Reviews are better than chocolate bars! :)

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Clash.