A/N: I'm sorry I'm so mean to Peter, but he's just so… haha. Another thing to say about this story: I KNOW Akon's music didn't exist back then, but let's pretend, shall we? Short, but sweet, if I may say so myself. And what'd I tell ya? I did NOT abandon you! But it's been busy. So be patient. REVIEW !!!


Chapter Three: Wooing

September 9th

Journal—

GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE! I've been going insane for the past three days. Crazy Poppy Pomfrey, the nurse, won't let me out! Yes, she is a little attractive, and I really don't mind when she pampers me, but PLEASE WOMAN! I'm healed! I have a normal temperature! My bones are intact! I want to go! I missed two Quidditch practices already. I cannot believe this! Ugh! Double ugh!

Make that a triple ugh. Quidditch is bloody boring without you.

Padfoot! Where have you been! I'm so glad to see you write in my journal!

That's a first. Homework piled up, sorry mate.

Hey, Prongs, what's up?

Moony!

James!

Oh, it's you…

What's the big idea? Why hasn't Poppy let you out?

Locked up, they won't let him out. They won't let him out, no.

Um, Peter, would you mind singing elsewhere?

Um… Kay… I'll just go down to the kitchens and sing to the house elves. Anyone want anything?

Get me a butterbeer, would ya, Wormtail?

Sure thing. Bye James, see you later!

That was disturbing.

You didn't actually have to hear it, mate.

Ooh, good one.

So, when ARE you getting out?

Dunno, soon, hopefully.

Maybe we should rescue you.

Yeah. I'll break out of the Hospital Wing. THEN WHAT?!

I dunno, I just thought it would be fun…

Maybe we should talk to Dumbledore.

Don't be a snitch, Moony. I know! I'll woo Pompom!

Pompom? Ooh, I like the new name.

Alright, I'll talk to you guys later, she's coming.

L.E. L.E. L.E. L.E. L.E

September 10th

Well, I'm out. The Pompom was a hard one to woo, but I got her. I "accidentally" spilled potion on my shirt, so I could have an excuse to take it off (the women can't resist). She's a toughie. She called me fat!

HAHAHA!

HAHAHA!

TEEHEE!

Cripes… liked it better when I was alone, guys…

Well… it's Saturday. Nothing going on… so we're not busy.

Yeah!

I have an idea! Let's just talk, with our voices!

That's so lame!

I prefer it this way, if you don't mind. I hate Sirius's whining.

Did you just insult me?!

No, I gave you a compliment.

Oh, you're getting it, Moony.

Was that a threat?

No, it was a box of chocolates.

Don't you use my weakness against me!

Aw, poor wittle wemy wants his chocolates.

Let's take this outside!

FINE!

Guys…? … Um, guys?

Hm. Well, anyways, I was appalled.

"Who you callin' fat?!" I said.

"Potter, it looks like you need to get into shape," she said, taking my shirt. She threw it in the bin and handed me another one. "And don't spill that potion again, it takes months to make and it burns cloth."

On cue, flames swallowed the bin. Pompom flicked her wand in its direction without a glance and the flames subsided. She then went into her office and returned with a clean shirt.

"I'm not fat," I squeaked, still in disbelief.

"Let's check your temperature, Potter." She ignored me 'cause I was too sexy. Pompom stuck a thermometer under my tongue and waited a bit. Then, she pulled it out and checked the readings.

"Looks like you're free to go," she said.

See. My wooing worked. I am the man. All hail King of Gryffindor.

You're so full of it.

Can you guys PLEASE at least WARN me when you just pop out of nowhere?

Why does it matter? It's a diary…

Well, if your diary- JOURNAL! It is a journal! If your journal just wrote something back at you, you wouldn't be so dandy.

Ahh. The beauty of magic…

L.E. L.E. L.E. L.E. L.E.

4:38 P.M.

Lily approached me today. We were out on the grounds catching some sun, and she walked up to me with her little friend. What was her name? The little brunette? The one that Sirius likes…

Do not.

Do too, mate. A little help, Moony?

Marlene McKinnon?

Ahh, little old Marley… Anyways-

Am I the only one who notices…?

Notices what, Wormtail?

James always says "anyways"…

Oh, he does, doesn't he?

I'm still HERE! Any- AS I was saying (ha ha and HA!).

Oh, joy, my best friend is a spaz.

… SIRIUS LIKES MARLENE!

DO NOT! JAMES LIKES LILY!

Correction, my good friend, LOVES! I LOVES LILY!

It's love. I love Lily.

What was that, Moony?

I was correct-

I and ONLY I loves Lily!

Of course…

Everyone hush! I wanna hear the rest of the story!

Why, thank you, Wormtail.

The bloody rat was right there when it happened…

So, Lily and Marlene come up to me and Lily gives me a good look up and down. I figured she was checking me out. So, I say,

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Marlene laughs, but Lily scowls.

"How are you feeling, Potter?" She spits my name like it's scum.

"Alright," I reply, ruffling my hair. "You?"

"Could be better. Just-" I cut her off.

"What about you, sweetheart?" I say, winking at Marlene. She blushes.

"Alright," she says, bowing her head. What'd I tell ya? I'm royalty.

"Um," Lily says, amazed at my charm. "Just to remind you, you still have detention with me tomorrow night. Will I be expecting you?"

"It's a date," I say, brushing a wisp of hair away from her face. She slaps my hand and stomps away, Marlene following in her wake. Score! Physical contact! I think we're onto something, don't you, Moony?

Why don't you ask me?

You're horrible with women.

No, I'm not!

Yes, you are. Moony?

James, I think you should-

Thanks, bud, I knew you believed in me.

I thought his name was Remus?