Disclaimer: I've decided to make this one count for the rest of the book, because they really bug me. I do not own Harry Potter – J.K. Rowling does. SO, here's to J.K. Rowling, who I am not, and will never be. (:
AN: Hey, guys! Sorry it's been a while since I updated. I have no excuses – except the fact that I'm incredibly lazy, and like reading other people fanfic's more than typing out mine. Sad, right? Oh, well. Thanks for reading, anyway!
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DarlingILoveYou
"Lilian Sophia, what in Godric's name are you talking about?" She asked, exasperated.
"JAMES!" I paused, and then decided she needed more explanation that a name. "You know how I said never in a hundred years would I ever care about him? In – you know – that way?" I asked.
"Yeah?" She said, confused now.
"Well, I do." She stared. It was quite for about ten heartbeats, in which time I was silently afraid of her reaction, and then-
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! FINALLY!" She screamed. "What do you mean you don't know what to do? JUST TELL HIM! He's been in love with you for three years, and liked you for the other three! He'll be yours! And he'll hold you…. And he'll love you…. And you'll have pretty little babies…. AW. Go tell him! GO! I'll-"
"Alice, no, I can't!" She froze.
"WHY NOT?" She exploded. First she's all excited, and now she's glaring. Maybe I should send a request letter to St. Mungo's. For her safety only, of couse…
"Because! I just told him basically that there was no way that I would ever care for him!" She gaped at me.
"But-But WHY?" She said dramatically, flinging herself on her bed, like she was some heartbroken teenage girl.
"I'm sorry, Alice!" Shouldn't I be the love-sick girl flinging herself around and saying dramatic things, while Alice apologized? "I don't know – I paniced." We were quiet for a while before I remembered something that would surely brighten her day. "He's helping me with Herbology, tonight." He face lit up.
"EEP! Let's make a plan!" She squealed, happy again.
"Alice!" I protested.
"What?"
"NO!"
"Why not?" She whined, putting away the spare parchment she'd gotten out for 'our plan'.
"I don't want to be one of those girls – like Demi Vein – that obsesses over that one guy, you know? So, I'll just… wing it." I told her.
"…Wing it?"
"Wing it."
"You're going to wing it?"
"I'm going to wing it."
"You're ridiculous." She laughed at my stupidity, sitting back down on her bed.
"Love you, too, Al." I mumbled.
Seven-thirty eventually rolled around, and I figured I'd make my way down to the common room to wait for James. He didn't tell me what time we were going, so I wasn't really sure how long I'd have to wait.