Falling for James Potter (the one-shot)

A/N: This is a one-shot I wrote. On the eve of my Arabic exam. Cause nothing says procrastination like writing a Harry Potter fan fiction mere hours before an exam I really need to study for. It's my first attempt at posting something I write so be kind and don't kill me please?

I walked down the stairs leading to the Great Hall, starving for some breakfast. After a good night's sleep, I was ready to receive my schedule for my 7th year at Hogwarts.

This year would hold many surprises, I could already tell. I've been made Head Girl, something I've been dreaming of since I became a Prefect in my 5th year, but the Head Boy is -to my great dismay and disbelief- James Potter. I mean, he wasn't even a Prefect, for crying out loud!

How can that ego-inflated arrogant toe-rag get the position of Head Boy, I'll never know. Dumbledore must've really lost his marbles.

I was about to enter the Great Hall when I noticed a tall frame blocking my path. "Why hello there, Lily Flower," said the unmistakable voice of the one and only Potter. "Potter," I growled under my breath as I ducked under his arm, the scent of food filling my nostrils, making my stomach growl.

He grabbed me by my arms and held me against him. I could hear his heart beat, and damn was it beating fast. "Aren't you happy to see me, love?" he asked me, breathing into my neck. I felt goosebumps rise against my skin and the hair on the back of my neck stood upright. "Of course not, Potter. And before you ask I am not going to Hogsmeade with you," I huffed, trying to pry myself out of his grasp.

I felt him chuckle as he released me, only to turn me around and press me against the wall, his arms locking me in place. He lowered himself and looked deeped into my eyes and said, "I am going to make you accept to go on a date with me, Evans. This is the year I make you my girl."

And then he was gone. No one was holding me to the wall. My arms hurt from the pressure of being held against the wall by a well trained Quidditch played with a well toned body that sent half the population of Hogwarts swooning in seconds. I felt butterflies flutteringin my stomach. Where they there a minute ago?

I turned around, heading to the grounds, having lost my appetite due to the conversation. Why does he keep doing this to me? Why does he keep annoying the heck out of me? Is what I'm doing right? I should be pushing him away, right? After all, I have my grades to maintain. I'm Head Girl, for God's sake! I can just give him a detention if he did that. But wait, he's Head Boy, I can't do that. Crap. McGonagall should've mentioned this wouldn't be easy.

I finally reached my favourite spot by the Black Lake and sat down, thinking of the encounter. The wind was blowing my hair into my face, so I pulled it back into the pony tail. I remembered everytime he complimented my hair. He also likes me eyes. He loves my eyes. His eyes are adorable too. They had such a soft and light shade of hazel. As I thought about them, I felt the butterflies invade my tummy again and my face flushed. I thought about all the times he tried to help me and I pushed him away, all the times he complimented me and I gave him a hex in return, everytime he's in the Hospital Wing for a Quidditch injury while I was visiting a sick friend and I could hear him mutttering my name in his sleep.

Maybe he's not that bad. Maybe under all that arrogance, he's actually a decent person. As I stood up to get my class schedule from McGonagall, I came to the decision that the next time I see him, I'd agree to going to Hogsmeade with him. But I'm definitely punching him if he takes me to Madam Puddifoot's.

That was the moment I realised I was falling for James Potter.

A/N: So, what did you think? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Should I write more? Is procrastination good for me? Let me know what you think, I'd really appreciate it. I hope you liked it :) xx

Should I make an actual story out of it, not just a one-shot?