AN1: Evelyn's Sweet Sixteen part three! Squee!

This is a long one. (HAHA THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!) Oh boy. I'm crazy.

Disclaimer: You are insane if you think HP belongs to me! If it did, then my dears, I'd have a million or three!

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James approached Hermione. "Aunt Hermione?"

"Yes James?"

"Would you mind enlarging your pool so we could play sharks and minnows?"

"No not at all." With a wave of her wand the Malfoy pool was roughly the size of an average high school pool. From deep end to shallow end it was fifty yards and from one end of the deep end to the opposite side it was about twenty-five yards.

"Thank you." James said politely as he began to walk away.

"Evelyn!" Hermione shouted, "Come over here for a second please."

"Yes mum?"

"Take off your cover up dress." James, who was still within earshot, froze in surprise.

"Mum, why?"

"I need to fix the strings don't I?"

Evelyn grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry; I forgot." She slid the cover up dress off and caught James' eye. He was staring at her with widened eyes, not trying to cover his shock. She blushed and turned away.

Ginny was watching her son, and she groaned internally. Like father like son. They certainly knew how to make fools of themselves in front of the much fairer gender. Using her empty plate as a pretext to get up, Ginny got up and walked behind her son. Whispering loud enough so only he could hear, she said, "You might want to close your mouth; unless of course you enjoy the taste of flies." James clamped his mouth shut and all but ran back to the pool side.

Around the poolside, ten people were gathered, waiting to play sharks and minnows: Evelyn and Edward, James, Albus, and Lily, Aiden, Corrine, Olivia, Sarah and Ariel.

"You guys all know how to play, right?" James asked. Everyone nodded. "That's great; so who wants to be a shark with me?" Edward hesitantly raised his hand.

"Awesome, so let's go to our end of the pool." James did a graceful arcing dive and swam freestyle to the opposite side. Edward followed.

Once everyone was in the pool, James whispered in an undertone to Edward, "Whatever you do, don't get your sister. Leave her as the last minnow, okay? And be sure to tell that to everyone you catch. Ready?"

"Yes."

"Count of three: 1...2...3...SHARK!" The last word was shouted simultaneously by both James and Edward and so the game began. The first two to go down were Lily and Albus. James caught Lily and Edward caught Albus. During the next round, only two people were made sharks: Corrine and Sarah. James made sure that they all knew not to go after Evelyn before they started the next round.

Meanwhile, at the minnows' end of the pool, Aiden, Ariel, Olivia and Evelyn were trying to make plans to get across the pool without getting caught. Their first plan was dubbed: "the square of confusion." They would start off in a line and then at Aiden's signal, they would all separate to four different corners and try to make it from there. It didn't work so well...Aiden was the next one to go. Then after him, Ariel was the next one out.

"Olivia..." Evelyn started.

"Yeah?"

"If I die, then I'm leaving everything to you." Evelyn said somberly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Easy, because I know that I won't get past this round. You're going to be the last minnow and I'm going to get eaten by a shark."

"Somehow I doubt that, but alright. Hey! I have an idea. We can use reverse psychology. After they yell 'shark' we can say that our plan is the rectangle of confusion, but in reality we will split up and make a 'V'!"

Evelyn smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. "Let's do it!"

The next second, the sharks announced their presence and readiness: "SHARK!"

"RECTANGLE!" Olivia and Evelyn screamed and swam forward. As they got halfway across the pool, Evelyn dived under and swam to the bottom. When nobody came after her, she looked up and saw them all swarming Olivia. Oh shoot, they're ganging up on her! But they don't need that many people, so why didn't some of them come after me?? Evelyn gave up on trying to find reason in the sharks' plan, and instead furiously dolphin-kicked underwater until she reached the wall. She got to the wall and looked over at the parents for help. They were watching the game in amusement, especially her mother.

"Help!" Evelyn mouthed.

"Just go!" Hermione mouthed back. "They aren't even paying attention to you."

Evelyn looked over to the sharks and indeed they weren't. Stealthily, Evelyn swam quiet freestyle; she was halfway across the pool when she heard James shout in indignation.

"She's gone!"

Evelyn laughed to herself and submerged under water. James, being the speed sprinter, had the most chance of getting her so everyone else stayed behind. She saw him coming closer and kicked faster. Evelyn looked behind her again and couldn't see James anymore. When she turned back around to face her destination, she nearly screamed. James must have swum around her while she wasn't looking and his legs were right in front of her.

Trying to get past him, Evelyn rammed her head into his ankles in attempt to spread his legs out more so she could swim through them. That didn't work. She rammed into him again and she thought that his legs spread out, just a bit more. Evelyn tried, once again, to get past him.

This time James dove down to Evelyn's level and cradled her bridal-style under the water. She squirmed like mad and tried to get out of his embrace, but James held her tightly to his chest and did eggbeaters to get her above the surface to tag her head.

They were both above the surface at this point; Evelyn cradled on James' lap, her side pressed to his chest with one of his arms under her knees and the other across her back helping to keep her upright. And yet James still hadn't tagged the top of her head. Evelyn shivered, not only from the sudden cold of being above the water, but also as a result of being in such close proximity with her soul mate and the one she was starting to fall in love with.

James searched her eyes for any sign of unease or distaste; when he found none, he gave her a half smile. Evelyn tentatively smiled softly back. Taking the hand that was under her knees and letting her legs lay perpendicularly across his, he cupped her cheek and brought her face closer to his. Gently and in the softest of kisses, James' lips pressed onto hers.

As they pulled apart, Evelyn smirked. "You do realize that you haven't tagged me yet right?" She caught him unawares with that remark and was able to slip out of his grasp and start swimming. James looked absolutely shell-shocked. Knowing that she couldn't win any race against him in the water, Evelyn finished her journey to the end she had been trying to reach and clambered out of the pool. James was right behind her.

The change of terrain from water to concrete to grass startled Evelyn and she tripped and rolled onto the grass. Seizing his chance at capturing her, James tumbled down too and quickly crawled to where Evelyn was sprawled on the grass. He trapped her underneath him and placed his hands on either side of her face and his knees on either side of her waist.

Evelyn panted heavily, as she was out of breath. "You know James, I think I won."

"No, actually, I think I did." He said as he pulled her to an upright position and placed another kiss on her lips, this time a deeper one. His tongue slipped between her parted lips as his arms moved to her waist and hers to around his neck.

The spectators on the lawn and in the water burst into loud cheers and wolf-whistles.

It was about time.

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AN2: Lalala I hope you all liked that insight into Evelyn's world. Please, unless you are Erica, skip the bottom rambling. I was SO hyper when I wrote that, that it is not even funny.

ERICA: No that's not what I wanted to happen to me; I just thought that it'd be fun in a story. (Pseudo-RHYME! Ooh suck that! Oh wait--YOU ALREADY DID! ahahahaha!!)

I CHALLENGE YOU TO LEAVE A RHYMING REVIEW! (Ohhh another rhyme! But I'm totally serious. Leave a rhyming review...or else!)

R U GAME ERICA?! (I'm hyper. Can you tell? Book reports should go to hell!)

Ahahahahaha oh man. I'm too good. Or too bad. Or just too hyper. The original statement about book reports was supposed to be: "Book reports do crazy things to me."

Omg! I wasn't even trying that time. I just tend to naturally rhyme! Hah! Okay...I think I'll just shut up now before I lose anymore respect that the other reviewers have/had for me.

Contrary to popular belief due to the crazy-ness of this note, I am in fact, older than ten. I am sixteen. Please, ALL of you who are reading this please review! It's not that hard!

lovelove, Amanda