So I've decided that I just hate the second chapter. You may have a different opinion on it, but I really don't like it. So I may or may not rewrite it, but I'm not going to worry about it now. But anyways let's just leave chapter two in the past and move on to chapter three.

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Chapter 3: You Don't Have To Answer That

James's P.O.V.

"Hey Jamie, what's on your mind?" Brianna Wyatt's high-pitched voice asked, shattering almost every thought going through my head.

What was going through my mind? I wonder. Could it have possibly been Bailey Summers? I think yes. Or at least kind of. I was slightly thinking about how Al had broken me into telling him, and if he would tell her or not. He had almost told her at the family dinner. I sighed and only slightly turned my head towards her, "Nothing." I was sure that everyone in the compartment knew I was lying because, well it was completely obvious. Then there was also the fact that I hadn't really been speaking, and I was not a quiet person. So they probably knew I was lying.

"Come on James," my cousin, and my best friend, Fred, started, "something's got to be bugging you. You've been acting weird lately. And don't even try to deny it." Fred knew me better than anyone, and I do mean anyone. I'm not sure why I didn't tell him. I'll blame being a teenager because being a teenager certainly messes with your brain every now and then.

"Don't worry about it," I said while waving my hand dismissively. I closed my eyes for no more than a minute. Just act normal. But I wasn't going to be able to act normal until I spoke with my little brother. "Shit," is what I began my lie with. I acted like I was checking my pockets for something, "my wand, it's with Al." I made my way to the door, "I'll have to go find him. I'll be right back." Before any of them even had a chance to respond I was out looking for Albus.

Surprisingly when I did fine Al he wasn't sitting with Rose or Bailey, he was sitting alone, reading. Not that I could complain since the conversation I wanted to have with him was one that would require us being alone. Or not require, but it wasn't something I wanted to have with people around. Without saying anything I took the seat opposite of him.

"She isn't here," he said not looking up from his book.

I rolled my eyes, "Obviously, and I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you."

"Really? What can I help you will? Oh I know you don't know what to get Bai for her birthday do you? She likes chocolate, and Quidditch. Is that enough information for you?" He sounded rather snappish, which was weird for him. I and he weren't always on the best of terms, but usually we were at least civil towards each other.

"Well, Al, for your information I've already gotten Bailey's birthday present. And I actually came here to make sure you don't say anything about me to her, but seeing as she isn't here. I guess I can leave. Where is she anyways?" I didn't want to appear it, but I was extremely curious about where she was. I was used to seeing Bailey, Rose, and Al together.

Al shrugged, "Rose and I never saw her get on the train. Rose went to go look for her a while ago. She's either found her, or she's looked everywhere and can't find her. I stayed back just in case she came here. But I don't know." His voice was so dull, as if he was trying to hide the fact that he was worried.

I only the other hand wasn't trying to hide anything. I was about to ask Al if he really though she didn't come when Rose came in, out of breath. Both Albus and I stared at her until she said, "She's here. She's sitting with her brother."

"What did you run here to tell me? Why're you so out of breath?" Al asked after looking her up and down. She really did look exhausted.

Rose shook her head, "No of course not. I ran here when I saw- never mind, it's not important." That's when I realized her face was still red, but it looked more like a blush than her being out of breath. She sat down and looked from Al to me, "What're you doing here James?"

"I was just walking around the train when I saw Al, and he looked rather lonely, so I joined him just like any other good older brother would do," I lied. "And is really that bad of a thing that I'm here? Do you hate your cousin that much, that you can't even stand to be around him?" I said, pretending to be hurt.

In response she rolled her eyes at me.

I spent some time there with Al and Rose; it was nice to get away girls like Brianna Wyatt, or Carlee Sampson. Both girls being extremely clingy, and annoying. I personally didn't like the attention I got from girls like them, Fred on the other hand loved it, and Louis was quite fond of it too. I don't know why I didn't like it, I just didn't.

Sometime after Al got a jellybean stuck in his nose, don't worry we got it out, the compartment door opened, and in walked a puffy-eyed Bailey Summers. Obviously, she hadn't been having a happy conversation with her brother. No one said anything for a few minutes until Al spoke up. Honestly, once he opened his mouth I knew I was not going to like what he said.

"So Bai," he started with a smirk directed at me, "James has a problem." Right then is when I first wanted him to shut up. "You see James desperately needs a girlfriend," that's the second time I wanted him to shut up. "Would you ever consider going out with my near and dear older brother?" By then, I just wanted to disappear. I wished I could've hidden under my dad's invisibility cloak. I wished I was anywhere but there.

Rose looked from me to Al and she knew something was up while Bailey sat there refusing to make eye-contact with me, and she may or may not have been blushing. But I think her face was a light shade of pink. I'm almost positive she was blushing.

"You don't have to answer that," I told her, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Al sent her a look that might as well have screamed, 'Yes you do.'

She looked at me and then at Al and then at me. "Well," she began slowly, "I think I have to say no." And that is what a punch in the gut feels like. "But that's just me. James you're very nice, funny, and well- attractive and I'm sure it won't be hard for you to find a girlfriend."

"You think my brother is attractive?" Al asked, smirking.

I looked at her, and almost forgot what I was going to say because she had these eyes that just made melt. Thankfully, I held myself together and said, "You don't have to answer that either."

Either Bailey ignored me or she knew Al wouldn't leave it alone because she answered, "Well, I don't think he's bad looking."

"And with that I'll be leaving," I said trying to hide my blush, "you know before Al finds another way to embarrass me." I glared at him quickly before leaving, and heading back to my own compartment. I thought I had something to think about before, now I had to figure out why Bailey wouldn't go out with me. I've never given her a reason to dislike me, have I? I thought as I took the seat next to Fred and closest to the window. Except for that one time I accidentally turned her hair pink, but that was a while ago, and I apologized There was also that time when she wound up losing her eyebrows, but I apologized for that too.

"Jamie, where've you been? We're almost there now," Fred said, nudging my elbow lightly. I just gave him a look in response trying to tell him that we'd talk about it later. Lucky for me he understood and with a nod of his head he was back to chatting with Louis and the girls.

I was silent for the remainder of the train ride. I was silent one the carriages. And I was pretty much silent during the sorting ceremony and dinner, except for when I cheered for new Gryffindors and when Fred was shamelessly hitting on Lyla Manson, and made a complete ass of himself, by getting her name wrong…twice…I couldn't help but laugh at him for that. And then we got to our dormitories, and Fred started demanding answers.

We shared a dormitory with all of the sixth year Gryffindors, or the guys at least, which were Derrick Wood, Ezra Palette, Reese Thomas, Fred, and myself.

"What's been up with you? And don't say nothing because I know it's not nothing," Fred asked his voice sounding half concerned, half annoyed. He was probably annoyed with me because I hadn't told him yet.

Al already knows. If Al can know Fred can know, right? Fred wouldn't tell anyone. I know that. But do I really want someone else to know? If only I hadn't brought it up to dad, then I wouldn't be in this situation. I sighed and looked over at Fred, "Alright, so there's this girl."

"I figured that much out all ready. Why else would you be acting like such an idiot?"

"No, I mean. I think I might really like this girl. Like more than any other girl I've 'liked' before." I said trying to sound less ridiculous than I thought I sounded.

He leaned in and lowered the volume of his voice, "Well who is it?"

"Bailey Summers," I mumbled, loud enough for only myself to hear.

"Who?"

"Bailey Summers," this time loud enough for him to hear to too.

He had practically jumped out of his seat when he heard me. "Merlin, you like-" I covered his mouth quickly and made him sit back down on his bed.

"Sorry guys, but you know Fred, he's an idiot," I said, turning my attention to the two boys staring at us.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this sooner?" Fred asked, quieting his voice again, "I could totally help you out with her. Talk you up a bit."

I laughed at his suggestion, "Fred, it's not like your opinion means the world to her. And please don't tell anyone. Al is the only one who knows and I'm pretty sure that's only because he lives with me."

"Will you all shut up?" An aggravated Ezra Palette called out from his bed. Ezra always went to sleep early, woke up early, and was gone early. He didn't get along with many other Gryffindors, but he wasn't an entirely bad guy. If he knew you were struggling with something, school related at least, he'd go out of his way to help you.

"We'll finish this tomorrow," I told Fred, not minding putting off the conversation for a while.

I could tell he didn't want to end there, but he did, and I was glad he did. Because I was ready to lie down and just think. I didn't really care about sleep, I wanted to think.

I thought about love. I thought about Fred. I thought about Al. I thought about the future. I thought about the past. I thought about the present. But most of all I thought about Bailey. About how Bailey said she wouldn't go out with me, not that it is was an actual invitation to go out with me, but still, it kind of hurt. Or it really hurt.

Bailey made me think too much.

Okay guys, so this chapter…well…not a lot happened in this chapter. And it took me a while to get this up because it had a lot more, but I thought that the parts I took out would be better to include in the next chapter.

So I think I like how this story is coming a long so far. Or I at least like where it's going to go because I do have a lot of plans for this story. And I promise that no matter what I will get this story finished. I don't know when, but it will be finished. And when I say no matter what I mean as long as I don't die or get put into a coma.

I'd love to know what you think, so please leave a review.

And well have a good day, or night, or whenever you're reading this.