"What do you mean you're dumping me?! SCORPIUS MALFOY!" I screeched at him,
not caring that all of the other Gryffindors were watching me. Scorpius had asked me
out, no begged me to go out with him, in our fourth year. I, being the actually nice
Gryffindor, had said yes. Now two years later he was attempting to dump me.
"Sarah, it's not you. It's just..."
"It's just you're a pinhead who doesn't realize what a miserable prick you are, right?!"
"Um, no. I met this girl." he said.
My face turned red. I could feel it. I glared at him, before icily asking,
"Who is she?"
"Cedrica Chang. And she's beautiful and smart and has lovely hips..."
POW! That was the sound of my fist slamming into Scorpius' nose.
"Sarah! What the hell was that for?" he whined.
"Because you're a damn arse who deserved it. Oh, and by the way I also believe we should end it."
"Hmm?" was his reply.
"Yeah. I'm done. You are way too emotional for me buddy."
"What about your anger issues?" he said.
"What issues?" I asked.
"I don't know, for example, the fact that you just broke my nose."
"That's not an issue, that's punishment."
"What did I do wrong?"
"What do you think? You dumped me for a girl who you barely know when I've dated you and was nice to you for the past two years! And you had the nerve to ask me WHAT YOU DID WRONG?!"
"Well, I didn't think it would be that big of a de..."
"You didn't think? Well, there's a surprise." I spat, sarcastically, at him. I then marched out of the Great Hall. As soon as I was out of the door I heard footsteps behind me, following me.
"Go away Scorpius." I said.
"It's not Scorpius." was the reply.
I turned around. James Potter, the son of Harry Potter, stood behind me, grinning. I only rolled my eyes at him before saying,
"What do you want now James?"
He ignored my question, instead he made a statement of his own.
"You sure showed Malfoy. You shouldn't have been mad at him about mentioning your "anger issues" though, considering you actually have them."
I blushed. James was absolutely right. He knew not to piss me off. He knew that when I was mad it was really scary. How did James know this? Because one time he had pushed my buttons and had ended up with a sprained ankle. In fact, that's how James and I had became best friends.
"James frickin' Potter! Give me my book back NOW!"
"Only if you kiss me." James said, smiling at me.
"I can't. You know I'm dating Scorpius!" I grunted, leaping for my book, which I needed to finish up my homework. Also it contained some love notes that I didn't want the stupid arsehole to read.
"Oh, what a pity. Guess I'll just take this then." he replied, sweeping the book under his arm. As he did a small, crumpled piece of parchment fell out of it. A love note, from Scorpius.
"What's this?" James said, leaning down to pick it up.
'NO!' I thought to myself before running and jumping onto his back. I threw my hand over his shoulder reaching for the book and the note.
"Get off!" he shouted.
"Not until you give me back m..." I said, before he flipped me over his shoulder and softly slammed me into the ground.
"I will only give it back once you kiss me." James repeated, grinning.
"Fine," I said. James eyes bulged in response.
"But can I at least stand up first?"
"Sure." he replied, wickedly grinning. I stood up slowly, then turning and asked,
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you." I said. He did, still smiling to himself.
"One. Two," I counted. I saw his lips begin to pucker.
"Three." I said. He leaned forward, waiting.
SLAM! My foot rammed into his ankle/shin area as I kicked him.
"Son of a..!" he screamed, opening his eyes and dropping the book. I dived for it, picking it up, along with the stray notes.
James looked up at me, grinning and grimacing as he held his ankle.
"Nice trick." he stated.
"Thank you." I said, marching up to the fourth year girls' dormitory.
I laughed out loud. James gave me a look, before asking,
"What's so funny?"
"Just remembering the day you stole my book."
"Oh. That day." he said, smiling to himself.
"Yes, that day. The day you insisted I kiss you." I said, grinning. He grinned back at me, before giving me a flirtious wink.
"So," he said, walking towards me and then throwing his arm over one of my shoulders,
"Now that you're not dating Scorpius will you kiss me?" he whispered in my ear.
I blushed, then thought about it for a moment. I giggled quietly to myself, before grabbing James' Gryffindor necktie and softly pulling it down so that his face reached mine. I then gave him a slight peck on the mouth before releasing his tie.
He slowly pulled his head up, smiling. I noticed his cheeks were blushing a soft shade of pink.
"It tastes like strawberries." he suddenly said.
I only rolled my eyes at him, before saying,
"James you have the maturity of a five year old."
"...says the girl with more shades of orange in her hair than a box of crayons."
I gently elbowed him in the ribs. He laughed, his big, genuine, Potter laugh, and I joined him. To outsiders we may have looked like a bunch of freaks, but some people might have been able to figure out that we, James Potter and I, were the best of friends, and maybe, just maybe, possibly more than that.
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