Seven Reasons Why You Should Go Out With James Potter

Written by James

Foreword(s):

Firstly I (James) must apologise for writing in your coveted book, but you left it in the common room and I had to read, at least a little bit, to know who the book actually belongs to. I know you're going to be cross with me, but I ended up reading the whole of the last entry – nothing else I swear! I'm not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted: loyal to a fault? And how exactly is my arse "cute"?

Either way I'm pleased to know you've finally taken a liking to me, Evans, you've left me guessing a hundred million times in the past.

So upon reflection of the latest update I want to know what your 'plan of action' is? (Ha! After you asking me that more times than I can count, I get to pull it back on you!) But seriously, please humour me; I want you to consider us and the possibility of something more (you know there is, you even said it yourself). You already know my thoughts on the matter, but just to refresh your memory and make my case (and continue with this tradition of list making – what is with you and your crazy list-making?)

Seven reasons why you should go out with me. (Enforce with demanding tone… although no pressure)

Reason #1: Me

Your words in describing me:

Gorgeous, dazzling, cute (gag – no guy should be called 'cute'), eye-candy, good-looking, drool-worthy (said too much? Nonsense! Butter me up with sweet words! You forgot 'sexy' by the way *winkwink*) Athletic, focused, calm and in-control, leadership, no fear (okay let's get this straight I have fears, your freaking bat-bogey hex for one) Smart cookie, intellectual, logical, loyal, capable, hilarious, witty, security, trust, staple, influential, constant

Now that is quite funny, firstly that you did not put 'egoistical toerag' in that list as I half expected it to, secondly that upon being asked to write a list that described you I would have written the same thing.

Reason #2: History

Has there been a moment in our past where we were in the same vicinity and sparks didn't fly? From the moment when we met (we really didn't start off on the right foot, did we?) right up to the moment where I'm going to hand you this book (and you're going to totally freak out, bet you a dozen galleons) we've clashed, sometimes it's a disaster (4th year Potions. I will say no more, I'm still scarred) but most of the time it's bloody brilliant (you + me + defence against the dark arts = win). Our history shows that if we are together, then we are awesome.

Reason #3: Friendship

Yes, I will call our odd little relationship a friendship. And I value it very much, I cherish the times we've spent together (even the bad times – you've got to take the good with the bad), I treasure our conversations we've had because that's what they are now, not petty arguments. (Okay, so we still bicker, but it's not as nasty as it was, it's fun even). The best thing I like about our little friendship is the little things like how when I woke up this morning there was a mug of coffee next to the homework I'd fallen asleep on in the common room. (Yeah, I know it was you trying to be all sly and 'what coffee?' but you left your journal next to it! Ha! Busted!)

Reason #4: I know you

Yes, go ahead, point at me, accuse me of being a stalker. But thanks to sharing all bar one of my classes, head meetings, joint projects and trying to get your interest in the past, oh I don't know, five years? There's some things I know about you that I don't even think you do. Would you like to know?

Firstly and most importantly:

Double shot skinny extra frothy mocha in a mug (I deserve brownie points for remembering that)

You subtly flick your hair when you know I'm looking

You purse your lips when you want to whinge about something but can't

You'll sit wherever the strawberries are at breakfast

You snore, and you'll cling to whoever or whatever is within reach whenever and wherever you sleep (poor Peter, we were all too much in hysterics to detach him from you)

You have a book to read when you're at Quidditch training for Marlene, but your eyes follow me

Your eyes have flecks of gold in them.

You have twenty one freckles on your nose. What? You were asleep on the couch and I was bored.

Ok, I could be here forever, but you my drift, I need to move on or otherwise I won't get to my charms paper.

Reason #5: The Dark Side

Don't you dare tell anyone this, not even Sirius, I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going to wake up one day and be the only one left. There was a while where I almost believed I was never going to see my parents again, but fortunately they were the lucky ones. I believe they were spared because they are 'pureblood'. I feel sick at the unfairness of it all, you've copped so much bullying and as soon as you step out into the world, there's not much standing between you and an unforgivable curse with your name on it.

I encountered a boggart the other day, and it was you, dead. It took me a whole horrifying minute before I realised it wasn't actually you. That's why I picked you up, spun you around and hugged you so tightly when I saw you next. I apologise for embarrassing you in front of Professor Dumbledore.

But after every battle, after every scare, I need the comfort of a hug. You know me, I love hugging. I want you to know if you're scared, upset, angry, afraid, happy, joyful, anything! And need a hug, I'm here. (Yes, I am a big sap, I can do everything sappy. But nothing 'cute' let's get that clear.)

Reason #6: Future

You want to be an Auror, I want to be an Auror, you want your family to be safe, I want my family to be safe, you want a freaking double shot skinny extra frothy mocha in a mug, I'll just take my mocha as it comes. Life (like your coffee order) is complicated, we've got to take it as it comes, but we know where we're going and it seems like you're not going to be able to get away from me. I'd like to know that you're doing more than 'putting up with me'

Reason #7: I Love You

Proud Gryffindor, bold, brave, queen lioness Lily, what exactly are you afraid of? Little ole me? Do you know how much I want to lift you up and let you see the beautiful person that you are? How I care for you? How I respect you? Sirius misinterprets my admiration and patronises me with whipping noises AT. EVERY. BLOODY. OPPORTUNITY. Either way, I respect your opinion, and can't wait to hear what you've got to say (some thing about respecting other people's property, I'll wager), I've been truly honest with you and going out with me is totally up to you. Just know this much, whatever you say I'll love you.

A/N: I said I'd finish this, yes I took my sweet time, but I got the last chapter up! Don't be sad though, I'm thinking there might be room for epilogue.

This was fluffier than intended. And very sappy… but don't dare call it cute. James Potter doesn't do cute.

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