A/N: Song 3 – Drive By by Train. This one is very fluffy because I really need fluff in my life.

James Sirius Potter did not regret much in his life. He didn't regret the time that he had set off some of his large supply of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes fireworks in his Potions class, getting everyone out of Potions but getting himself into a detention. He didn't regret the time that he ate five Puking Pasties at once to get out of a Transfiguration test but ended up in the Hospital Wing for a week. He didn't even regret the time that he "accidentally" put a snake in his sister's bedroom.

Most of the things that he regretted revolved around Alexandra Wood.

He regretted falling for her. He regretted making her fall for him. He regretted those four glorious months of his fifth year. He only regretted those things because they had all led up to what he regretted the most; he regretted leaving her.

He didn't want to. He was still in love with her two years after he had left her waiting in the Three Broomsticks. He'd been scared as hell that she didn't love him anymore, that he'd end up hurting her. And in that fear, he had somehow decided that the best way to not hurt her was to leave her.

Oh, how wrong he had ended up being.

It was now April of their seventh year, and they'd hardly spoken in two years and two months. Every time he saw her in the halls or in Gryffindor Common Room, he wanted to go talk to her. He ended up staring at her from across the room in classes, hoping that she would turn around, see him, and somehow know that he hadn't meant to hurt her.

So when the two were assigned to work together on a two-week Charms assignment, neither of them was very happy. James knew that he should have been happy, but he couldn't bring himself to be the least bit excited.

After Charms class, Alexandra walked up to his desk. "We are going to get a good grade on this, Potter," she said stiffly. "We'll meet at the library at 8:00. You'd better be there, because I'm not doing this whole paper on my own." With that, she quickly walked out of the classroom.

James got to the library at 7:45 and found that Alexandra was already there. He smiled to himself. Of course she was. She was a star Quidditch player and still managed to have time to get Os and Es in all of her classes.

He sat next to her and started reading something. He didn't even know what it was. He ended up reading the same sentence over and over again, trying to make sense of what it said, but his mind was too busy thinking about other things, like how beautiful Alexandra was even when she wasn't trying, and the way she absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when it got in the way…

Alexandra cleared her throat, interrupting James from his daydreams. "We'd better start getting to work, Potter," she said quietly.

"I – I am working," he stuttered. "Reading, that is."

Alexandra rolled her eyes, and James thought that he saw a smile flash across her face. "That's my Ancient Runes textbook, Potter."

James flushed a deep shade of crimson. "Of course it is," he said, putting the book back on the desk.

Alexandra was saying something about what they should do for the Charms assignment, but James couldn't concentrate. He noticed everything: how the candlelight reflected off of her auburn hair, how her hazel eyes seemed to shine…there was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to kiss her. He knew he shouldn't, but he desperately wanted to, and James wasn't exactly known for thinking things through. He leaned closer…

Alexandra abruptly stood up. "I – I can't, I – " she said, and then turned her back and ran.

James ran after her.

He knew her too well. Whenever she was upset or even just needed to think, she sat on a window seat by a particular fifth floor window that looked out over the Forbidden Forest. Sure enough, when he got there, she was already sitting there, gazing out the window.

"Please go away, Potter," she said softly, not even looking at him.

James ignored her words and sat down next to her. "Lexi –" he started. She stiffened at the nickname that only he had used for her. James gulped and tried again. "Lexi, I – I was a git. I made stupid mistakes. I shouldn't have left you there. I just – I just didn't want to hurt you."

She made a strangled noise that could have been a laugh or a sob. "Yes, and leaving me waiting for you in the Three Broomsticks was a great way of not hurting me." James winced, knowing she was right. She turned towards him, and James was shocked to find tears on her cheeks. The Lexi he knew never cried.

"I didn't come that day because…I was scared as hell you didn't want me to be there, that – that you never really loved me," he admitted.

This time, she really did smile. "And what on Earth could possibly make you think that I don't love you, James?"

This time when James leaned in to kiss her, she didn't pull away.

James Sirius Potter did not regret much in his life, and he most certainly did not regret kissing Lexi Wood in a deserted corridor on a warm night in April.