Title: Possibly Maybe
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Title is also a Bjork song.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

The gaps in time between letters from everyone seem to get larger and larger.

Except for Fred and James.

It absolutely sucks being the only one out of their group still stuck at Hogwarts – Ivy hadn't wanted to even live in the damn castle anyway. It was bad enough last year with just Rose, the twins and her. All four of them were in different Houses. The twins - well, Albus and Lily were already planning on the next year when they would be moving in with Fred and going off to Muggle college as well. And Rose always had time for her, but she seemed endlessly preoccupied with putting together her art portfolio.

That should have been preparing her. Ivy shouldn't feel so...so very lonely now. Now that she isn't being constantly surrounded by them all.

They were busy though; trying to start their new lives – jobs, apartments, food, etc. There were just so many other different priorities now. It didn't mean that they didn't care or had forgotten about her (her mother had gently assured her of all of this. With an arm around her shoulders and a gentle hand stroking her hair as they swung in her hammock. And Ivy was pretty sure she spent more time during the school year in her Greenhouse during her seventh year, than all of the others' combined).

One of her only lifelines was Fred - it was so easy to fall back into writing her constantly. It was just something they did. Write down thoughts on a scrap of paper throughout the day and owl it off in the evening.

Something they had started doing when they were little, back when they used to fondly refer to her Greenhouse home as "The Jungle". And Fred had written teasingly asking if that made her Mogli. Which had lead to lots of questions that had only ended when Fred had gotten the book from one of her library trips with Mrs. Hermione and read it to her.

Warm memories of both of them in her hammock and surrounded by tall trees. Her head pillowed on the other girls shoulder listening to the words of Kipling.

But, then again, Fred had read to her all the time when she was younger (and she vividly remembers one odd time not knowing what to do as Fred choked over the words to "A Little Princess". Being scared as she watched the older girl not able to stop herself from crying, but refusing to stop reading either).

That was one of the reasons she was so angry at James at first - Fred was like a big sister to her (the best one in the world) but she was his big sister. For real. And he didn't seem to see how great that was.

He treated it like it was a bad thing; something dirty not to be looked at too closely.

And she knew - she watched him all the time.

She kept her eye out for him before she got into Hogwarts and once she entered kept it up suspiciously – not falling for his politeness.

Ivy felt she could have seen the confrontation on the pitch happening a mile away, that tension had just been building in James for so long. And afterwards, when Fred had talked to her, told her everything that happened as she listened raptly. She almost didn't believe it: blood, fist fights, family drama - there was so much going on with that bunch.

But even if Fred and James got along now (kinda)…..

Ivy continued to watch and allowed herself to notice that although there was tension with Fred, there was much more tension just within the boy himself. He was messed up. She should just stop worrying about him since he was no longer a problem for Fred and all.

But she found that she couldn't.

Whether it was fascination or ingrained routine, Ivy was now stuck in the habit of James-watching.

So, she was very aware when something shifted in his 7th year (her 5th). The week when he got super awkward then seemed to re-double his annoying tendency to sit right in front of her at lunch and just stare.

When he left, along with Fred, she wasn't sure what to feel. Ivy knew she felt a huge floundering loss at the thought of Hogwarts without the girl she considered her sister (compounded on top of Hugo and V going this year as well), but without James….

…those feelings were harder to determine.

There had been attraction there, yes (and she always felt irritated when she saw him with another girl) - but she had never been sure of him. Ivy had always felt this distrust of the boy because of his earlier difficulties with Fred. She knew they had worked that out, but Ivy was still angry on her behalf. She had never been the type of person that could let go of a grudge easy.

Honestly, she had never been one who could trust or make friends very easy either. Fred had basically been her only friend growing up – most people were too put off by how sharply she talked sometimes. (Even from a young age she hadn't known any tact, had always bluntly told people things how she saw them.) And then Fred pulled her into this wonderful group of people once she got into Hogwarts. Ivy knows she probably wouldn't have made these friends on her own.

But, getting these letters from him. One about every other day – and the way he writes as if he thinks she won't really read it (isn't actually reading each letter multiple times and carrying them around for company all day in her school bag), all the words scrunched on a page and writing whatever comes to mind. Whenever she starts thinking he is treating this completely as a diary, there are parts that pop up bringing her into his stream of consciousness. Asking her questions, going back to past conversations they had, asking her opinion on decisions he is making in his life.

These letters – these letters, bit by bit are melting her. Making her see him completely, not just what she was looking for during all of her years of staring.

Ivy knows she wasn't in love with James in 3rd year when the other girls first teased her - she might not even be now.

But…but possibly by the time she leaves this school, she just might be.

A/N 4: "A Little Princess" by Frances Hodgson Burnett is the book that Wesley reads to Fred as she is loosing the fight with Illyria for her body.