(Dis)claimer – Yep. I'm Jo. That's why I'm a thirteen year-old Indian-American sitting at an old and battered laptop typing up this piece of rubbish while my five year-old sister tries to persuade me to play Dora The Explorer with her.

A/N – I know I promised a James Sirius Potter chapter (titled Hazel Namesakes), but I have an explanation for that, along with the delay in this chapter. See below.

Warnings – Two words thrown in there (hell and shit), and a pretty angsty ending. Don't worry, it's not permanent! I shall eventually lose my homicidal/emo attitude!

Chapter Four:

Frozen Chocolate

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She breaks apart from him; her warm brown eyes wide open. They hold a certain electricity he hasn't seen since the day she first kissed him; a wild, passionate energy. Her lips are swollen, her clothes rumpled, and her hair is bushier than ever.

She looks beautiful.

He starts to move towards her again, but she turns.

"Wait," she whispers. "There's… There's something I want to say." He hopes she says it fast; he can practically hear her perfect, tender pink mouth coaxing him.

"I…"

"Yes?" he urges. "You…?"

"Iloveyou!" Suddenly, his focus isn't on her lips anymore.

"What?" His jaw very nearly drops to the floor. He's surprised she can't hear his heart beating; pumping wildly. "What did you say?" Her eyes aren't full of electricity anymore. In fact, they rather resemble pools of mud after a rainstorm – cloudy and dull.

"I… love… you…" she mutters. She backs away from him quickly, clapping her hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I… I shouldn't have said that. It's… it's too early."

"No!" he says quickly, pulling her hands away from her mouth. He entwines his fingers with hers, and leans closer. "Don't be sorry. I… I…"

He knows she expects him to say it back – what girl doesn't? But the words don't come. He can't bring himself to utter those three simple words. Instead, all six feet of idiot make an appearance as he cries out four unforgivable words.

"I love pumpkin pastries!"

Oh, bloody hell.

In order to avoid her face, which he is sure are berating him through those milky, brown eyes, he focuses downwards, landing, inevitably, on her chest.

It's her turn to gape.

"Excuse me?" He averts his gaze. He gathers this isn't exactly the best time to be ogling her.

"Er… Well…" The extreme idiocy his mother is always talking about is exceptionally bad today.

"I'd better get going. You know, being an Auror, assignments come in all the time. I'm actually working on a rather difficult one-"

By this time, her usually warm, chocolatey eyes are frosty and hateful. Her tone matches her icy orbs perfectly as she spits out, "I hate you, Ron Weasley!"

"Wait – Hermione!" He makes a move towards her, but she turns her back on him.

The last thing he sees before she runs are the tears spilling out from her now cloudy, emotionless, brown eyes.

Shit.

FIN

Next Chapter: HAZEL NAMESAKES

(…yes, I promise it will actually get uploaded this time…)

Another chapter done! Sorry any mistakes, errors, or severe loads of crap you may find. I literally wrote this in ten minutes (seven minutes, fifty-three seconds – but who's counting?).
I am incredibly sorry for the delay / lack of James Sirius Potter. I had actually finished the James chapter a week and a half ago, but there was a massive power outage in my city, which, in turn, somehow caused my computer to delete, not only the aforementioned chapter, but the rest of my Fanfiction folder as well (which contained my other fics, plus about forty unfinished stories). And then school re-opened on the seventh (9/7/10), and my teacher thought it would be a good idea to give us homework on the first day, as well as for the rest of the week/weekend. (Yeah, I love you, too, Mrs. McCarthy!)
So as I rewrite that chapter, I have decided to give you a sort of mini chapter to (hopefully) keep you all interested in my story. (You can tell me if it worked in a review!)

Peace, Love, and Harry Potter!

-Drishti