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"Get Up, Freak." How lovely. Good morning to you too, Petunia.
BUT THEN, I THINK OF MY LIFE… “Well, well, well, Evans.” AND HOW MUCH IT SUCKS.
Why, I'm Looking At You, Miss.
I have the best luck in the world.
“34B. Not too bad, Evans.”
Monkeys And Car Rides Home
“You should know, Prongs and I love back seats.”
The Train Ride
Unexpectedly, strong arms slide around my waist and lift me up so my heels are just above the ground.
Backflips And Rivals
I feel myself start to sweat. He couldn’t possibly be interested…in me?
Party In The Gryffindor Common Room!
I stop and look at him quizzically. “Peter Pan?” “Man in tights,” he laughs, giving me that marauder grin.
Nude Discovery In The Boys' Dormitory
“You picked the wrong day to come here to brew a big pot of friendship, Longbottom.” “Why is that, Finelly?”
Let The Games Begin
Why do guys go the bathroom around the same time just to pee? And they complain about girls going to the bathroom in groups…
Detention With Unidentified Crawling Objects
“What he’s doing to you has this reaction: you can’t stop thinking about him. And I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
Snogs And Poems
Sirius pretends to be innocent. “I have a lamentable lack of keeping to myself.”
Rats, Bunnies, And Cottages In The Yonder
Peter sighs. “I heard your poem Sirius, and trust me; you don’t wanna say it to any human, animal, or magical creature.”
Midnight Mischief, Part One
Midnight Mischief, Part Two
Possibly the worst night to try on the LIBERATION tiara with pride.
The Jack And The Joker
“Sixth Year is driving me mad.” I grunt. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”
Friends, Fights, And Freaky Librarians
“SHUT UP! Nancy Drew time, you mangy mongrel!” Madame Pince has just popped up from her library counter and greeted us with her presence. NOT.
But I feel like my brain is all fluffy and float-y. Like it’s taken a swim in the ocean. So relaxing...
“Think about it. You haven’t tried to make peace with him because of who knows what, and then you snog him. You don’t know why you did it, and you’re mind is stabbing you to come up with a conclusion to help you understand the point.” I rub my forehead. “Frank, you are SO complicated.”
A Whole Lot Of Nerve
“It’s first period, Sirius. Please work with me here. You have no idea how bad my day is going to pan out today. I at least want to start decently so when I crash and burn, I won’t go up in flames completely.”
“You might want to leave before something starts.”
Here With Me
I look her in the eyes for the first time in a while. And for some reason, I want to get her in an abandoned classroom.
Bras, Confessions, And French Women
“What ever Frank said, or might have mentioned…don’t trust him. They’re all lies,” he almost roars. I ignore the ringing in my ears, and the silence his ear-splitting voice just broke, as he continues.
Bad Boy/Strange Boy
“But, you’re black eye – it’s from James.”
Confrontations, Denials, And Qudditch Balls
“Ah, yes. The lovely Leslie. She’s a fox, isn’t she?”
Love And Broomsticks
Clueless And A Tad Too Sassy
“So how’ve you been?” Sirius nonchalantly asks me. I turn to him and don’t even bother to push away the hair covering my face.
Bludgers, Llamas, And Bad Haircuts
“I had hair like Edward Cullen before all this!” he whines, utterly upset.
His first attempt at conversation is, “Why is Prongs half naked? Or am I the only one thinking about that?”
Men, Women, And Hickies
Hogsmeade Camping Trip, Part One
Midnight meetings on my cabin steps? This is how I’m going to spend the first night here? Tomorrow the entire 6th and 7th year Muggle classes are going to have an agenda filled with things to do, and all the while that’ll be happening, I know (I know) that I’ll be spending most of my time trying to decipher what ever it is that is about to happen in seven minutes. I look at the clock again.
Hogsmeade Camping Trip, Part Two
Leslie doesn’t blink or speak - her angry glare is unfaltering. That is, until she whips her head around and looks up at James. “It’s because of her, isn’t it?” She has a calmer demeanor than before, but her voice still carries that accusatory tone.
Yelling, Snogging, And Dancing 101
Madame Pince starts mumbling comments on posture while Professor McGonagall begins instructing. Before I know it James takes his hand and puts in on my mid-back, silently telling me to get into position. How suggestive of him.
The Beginning Of Christmas Break
It’s around midday when I walk back home. Grabbing the newspaper off the wet driveway, I walk up to my front door. I take off my shoes next to the coat rack when the phone rings. I answer it.
Can't Let You Go
“Trust me when I tell you that his feelings for you haven’t changed and I honestly don’t think they ever will.”
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