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Chapter 1 : Your Place or Mine?
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The line is the first of the story. It starts as "Your place or mine?" You can't miss it.
Enough chit-chat. Read on, lovies!
Chapter image by: Julz @ TDA
Your place or mine? Tell you what, I'll flip a coin. Heads- my place. Tails- yours,"
"Buzz off, Potter," I laughed.
"Oh, come on!"
I feigned thoughtfulness. "No,"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
I glanced at James Potter, one of my best friends, slightly appalled… "Disgusting,"
James had been trying to get me to go out with him for a couple of years now. I always said no, but it never interfered with our best-friendship.
He grinned, "It's what I do best, innit?"
"Did I or did I not say to buzz off?"
"So why didn't you?"
"Didn't feel like it,"
"Of course you didn't," I smiled playfully.
"You should've guessed that to begin with,"
"I know. I know…"
"So why didn't you?"
"Didn't feel like it," I mocked, grinning.
"It's what I do best,"
"Why did you-" James began before I interrupted.
"Because I didn't think of that, okay!?" I snapped.
Don't judge me. I had a bad day. Well, sort of. I got my first detention today. I'm kinda surprised, really, that this is only my first, seeing as we've been friends since first year and I'm in seventh now, and he has always been quite the little trouble. Harry, his dad, says he gets it from his grandfather, James I, who was also always in trouble.
"Um… I was going to say 'why did we pass the kitchens?' I thought that's where you said the detention was."
"Oh, yeah. We walked past the kitchens?"
"No, I was just asking why we did just for laughs," he said sarcastically.
"Don't get smart."
"Can't help it. I am smart," he said, smiling cheekily.
"You know full well what I meant, now shut it," I tickled the pear on the painting of fruit that led us to the kitchens. It swung open.
"Yes, master," he bowed from the waist.
I gave him a sharp look.
"Yes, mistress," he corrected, bowing again.
We both laughed for a second before we realized Professor McGonagall was glaring at us.
"Just whenever you're done…" she said, waving an airy hand.
Oof. She was being sarcastic.
That meant to quit it right then.
"Now, you are going to do the dishes for the House Elves – don't look at me like that! You deserve it, breaking into my office like that, and don't you interrupt me, Jones." That's me. Taylor Jones. "And the Elves need some assistance. They do this every day with no pay. Help. Them." With that, she swept out of the room.
James groaned, "Dishes? I hate dishes!"
"Well, sorry, hun."
"Uh… Did you just call me 'hun'?" he asked, confused.
Crap. I didn't mean to say that. I've never called him that before.
"Yes you did."
"Err… No, I did not."
"Yeah, I think you did."
"No. I think you're mistaken."
"I think I'm not."
I began to walk toward the sinks that were over-flowing with dirty dishes. "Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Of course! We wouldn't have been best friends for, what, this is the seventh year?" I didn't look him in the eye, but focused instead on the dishes. I felt him come and stand next to me and put his hands in the sink.
"Taylor, you know what I meant."
"Yes I do."
"Quit avoiding the question!"
"Yeah?" I began washing a particularly disgusting plate.
"I'm sorry, okay!"
"No, it won't be okay until you answer truthfully. Do you fancy me?"
"No," I lied, looking down so my hair guarded the blush creeping up my neck and I didn't have to look him in the eyes.
"Oh, stuff it, Jones,"
"Oh I will," he winked suggestively.
I repeated, "Disgusting,"
“Tay Jones if you don’t answer me truthfully right now, I will...” he thought for a second, “I will do something very mean. That means tell me you don’t fancy me and look me in the eye. At the same time.”
“God, fine,” I looked up, “Yes. Since I met you. Well, since I realized you’re not as much of a jerk as you make yourself you to be, anyway.” I chuckled.
He sighed in a way that I think was happily and said, “Thank God.”
“’Thank God’ what?”
“I thought you would say you didn’t. Truthfully,” he said, looking slightly pink himself.
“Why? Did you want me to like you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve liked you since first year, Taylor!”
“Is ‘oh,’ all you have to say?”
“Well, yeah. Pretty much. Why?”
He rolled his up to the ceiling, sighing. “Wow. And boys are supposed to be the stupid ones...”
“Yeah, obviously.” He said sarcastically.
I pouted. “Well!”
“So. You like me?” I asked hopefully.
James chuckled, “Just a lot.”
I blushed. “Same here.”
“So what does this mean?”
“Dunno. Wanna go to Hogsmeade this weekend?” I asked, “See what happens?”
He smiled shyly, “I’d like that. Although next time, I would rather that I asked you out, rather than the other way."
I hit him in the arm, grinning.
A/N: Well? What do you think? Answer in a review, please! :)
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