JAMES POTTER.
The stupid, arrogant toe rag of a thing who'd been asking me out everyday since third year. The guy whose parents I said" No offense, but if your DNA made this thing, I'd rather not be in your presence. But, he WAS the one who helped me sleep for the first time since March.
My heart softened. Maybe then, just maybe, he wasn't that bad..... "What's that Evans? I'm not half bad you say?" My head shot up so we were both in sitting position and I was aware of three things.
#1- my hair was a rats nest.
#2- I had chosen tonight to wear my qudditch pajamas that I've had since third year.
#3- I had a LOT of acne going on. He started ticking me. "James stoppppp!" I shrieked. "I bet you can't get me to stop" He said smugly. A crazy thought crossed my mind.
"10 galleons." I said. "You're on." He smirked. I must be crazy.
I leaned over and closed the distance, as I pressed my lips to his.
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Fanfiction"the couples that are meant to be are the ones that go through every thing that is meant to tear them apart and come out even stronger then before." he wiped a tear from her cheek. "maybe we can be that couple."
