He can always pick out his girl from the sea of people flooding Platform 9 ¾. No one else has her fiery red hair. Of course, she's not actually his girl yet, but he calls her that to get used to it (not that it's a hard thing to get used to). Because it will happen.
He follows her bobbing head, trying to catch up with her, but, to his frustration, all the people keep him from her.
He boards the train, still watching out for her. When he finally sees her, he swears his heart skips a beat. That can't be good for his health. But really, he doesn't care.
He hurries down the corridor toward her and finally gets close enough to tap her shoulder.
She whirls around, a grin on her face, but it swiftly disappears when she realizes it's him. She was obviously expecting someone else. Someone much less...James Potter.
"Don't bother, Potter," she says before he can say anything. "Nothing changed over the summer. Oh, but hey!" She hits his arm lightly with her hand. "I'll let you know if I suddenly fall madly in love with you." She rolls her eyes and walks away.
He feels an ache in his chest as he sits down in his usual spot beside Sirius. Maybe she isn't madly in love with him, but when would she realize that he's madly and genuinely in love with her?
He's not sure if she ever will.
I don't know where this came from...some random recess in my brain, I suppose. Sorry that I haven't written anything in so long...I'm just seriously brain dead...siriusly...haha. Wow...alright, please just review. I'm almost at 100 reviews! 2 more! Yay! I'll shut up now...