ACK! Like I've said many times before... IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! D:

I've been suuuper busy. And I just wanted to thank my awesome reviewers (if that's what you call people who review :P): Jo Gurtrude, lovelikewoe13, Er-my-nee Weasly, and Hawkwish. I really do love getting reviews :D

Now for the story. :)

Cassandra stared blankly at the tall blond prefect, blushing furiously. "Uh... hi?" she offered nervously, pushing away from James quickly.

Aaron grinned at her and leaned against the doorway of the compartment. "Hi to you, too," he laughed. Cass shyly smiled back at him, her cheeks still tinted a slight pink. Aaron then turned to the other person sitting in the compartment, the hazel-eyed boy with black hair that wasn't looking too happy at that very moment.

"Jones," James said, nodding his head curtly in greeting. "Potter," Aaron mocked his tone. Cassandra looked from one to the other, confused. She couldn't understand if something was going on with them. James had told her a while ago that he had stopped hating Jones when she did. Now, looking at the coldness between them, she wasn't so sure.

"Hey, Potter," spoke Aaron, finally. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Can I talk to you?"

James just looked at him. "Okay," he said.

Aaron rolled his eyes. "Outside..."

James blinked, then nodded his head dumbly. "Uh... yeah. I knew that," he muttered, then stood and walked outside.

Aaron turned to Cassandra and winked at her. The redhead blushed once again and smiled at him. With that, the blond strolled out the compartment door.

Once outside, James turned around and waited for Jones to emerge from the compartment. As soon as the prefect came out, James felt his throat being held in a vice-like grip. James struggled to breathe, but managed to force out a sentence. "What- do- you- want?" He gasped between breaths.

"What's going on with you and Taylor?" Jones questioned firmly.

Ideally, a person in James's situation probably should have said something like, 'Oh, nothing, actually. We're just friends.' But James Sirius Potter wasn't named after the two greatest pranksters at Hogwarts for nothing. A sinister plan hatched in his mind.

James grinned at the blond and slipped out of his grip. "Nothing much, I guess... We've only been dating for the past year!" he said, holding back a laugh.

Jones's face turned pale. "That's not true," he snarled.

"Oh, but it is," James cackled.

"I- urg!" Jones started to say something, but stalked off.

James smiled to himself. That went well, he thought.