Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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“Oops, sorry there. Didn’t see you Potter.” Smirked his worst enemy, Dominic Pennington. He laughed and walked into class with his friends. James hurriedly got up, and ran to lunch. Maybe he would see Eveline there.
Weeks passed, and James Potter found himself thinking about Eveline a lot. He was distracted by her with his work, and more importantly, Quidditch. Practice was slowing down a notch. He was in such a trance that he didn’t think he could breathe sometimes. When she walked by and smiled, his mouth dropped. She was stunningly beautiful. It was not fair. During his only free period, James decided to rest in his dormitory. Staring up at the ceiling, he imagined him and Eveline together. As a couple. He would have her. Finally. After all this time…he would have her. He would be happy. He decided, today at dinner he would tell her how he felt, it didn’t matter how much of a coward he would make of himself. He would tell her. Then maybe, just maybe, she would be with him. He finally drifted into a deep sleep, only dreaming about Eveline. James finally woke up to the loud thunder erupting from outside. It was raining again! Damn. Oh well. He sighed, and walked out his room and towards the Great Hall. On his way there, he met his best friend, Anthony Robinson.
“Hey, Anthony.” James sighed; he was still caught in his dreams.
“What’s wrong with you James? Is it her?” Asked Anthony, guessing immediately.
“Yes. But don’t worry. I’m going to tell her.” James smiled, and they went over to the Gryffindor table to sit down next to their other friends from the Quidditch team. Eveline and her chatty friends were just sitting down at the table. James glanced over in her direction, and for a split second he thought that she caught his eye and smiled. He merely flushed. Taking some chicken, he thought about how he should tell her. Should he get her alone? Or tell her around her friends? No, that would be a bad idea. Her friends would go into hysterics and she would just walk away. Brian and Anthony were telling him something, but he didn’t notice. He took out a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write.
Meet me at the clock tower at eight p.m. tonight. I have something very important to tell you. I hope you can come.
There. That would do. He folded the parchment, and then gave it to one of her friends, Angela who was sitting next to him. “Hey, Angela.” He gave her a quick nudge in the rib.
“What the hell…what do you want, James?” She asked impatiently.
“Give this to Eveline.” He whispered. She looked at him curiously, and reached across the table to give the note to her best friend.
“It’s from James.” She whispered, and smirked.
James carefully watched Eveline open the note. She read it through, and then smiled. James saw her nod in his direction. James couldn’t even describe the euphoric feeling he had just then. It was like his dream had come true – even though the easy part had been done with. Now he had to wait. They all finished dinner, and went back to the Gryffindor Common Room. James figured that he’d pass time by doing his history essay, even though it was only seven. Doubtfully, the hour finally passed after fidgeting, thinking and finally realizing what he was about to do. He told his friends he was going to meet someone, and left the room. When he got to the clock tower, she wasn’t there yet. Settle down, James. Its fine, she’s just late. She’ll be here. He thought to himself. Soon enough, she showed up, and he smiled.
“James? You wanted to tell me something?” She asked, her perfect face glowing in the setting sun.
“Well…what I wanted to tell you, for a long time was,” he started, believing in himself that he had the guts to tell her. “I like you. I like you a lot, Eveline. I have for a long time. I just wanted to let you know. If you don’t like me, well…” He started, but then he saw that she was flushing.
“You do? What do you mean?” She was just as stunned as he was.
“I mean, ever since I saw you – well, not on the first day here, six years ago, but when I bumped into you. I just saw something I’ve never seen before. You looked wonderful. I don’t think I had ever looked into your eyes. They’re beautiful.” He replied, hoping she would say something next.
She sighed, and he was surprised. It sounded like a sigh of relief. “James, I like you too. Maybe even more than like.” Eveline looked into his green eyes, and took his hands. “I have been thinking about you for a long time, James Potter. Too long.”
James just stood there, stunned. He leaned in, picked his hand up to curl her red hair behind her ear, and kissed her. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It seemed that she finally found the matching lips. His formed perfectly around hers. She gasped, and then responded. She got up on her tip toes to bring her arms around his neck. James felt like he was flying. It was wonderful. This feeling, he had never known before. Nothing in the world compared to this. He so desperately wanted to stay in the moment, but they had to break apart eventually for breath.
“Eveline – that,” he started, and stared into her beautiful brown eyes. “Was truly amazing. I don’t know why I waited all this time.”
“It’s alright. I saved it for you.” She replied, and he looked surprised. Then he knew. She had liked him for so long, ever since she first saw the first son of Harry Potter, she liked him. He was gorgeous. He became the one she had always wanted, and he was finally hers.