The Lovely Potter

Fourth Year

Jane's P.O.V*

"Come here often, Evans?" I smirk as I run my fingers over his Gryffindor tie and look up into his wonderful green eyes

He looked slightly flustered

Adorable

He knew it was a rhetorical question, as he didn't answer

I put my hand against his chest and pushed him back into the wall powerfully

Opposed to kissing him hungrily, I made my face extremely closed to his, so that my lips were barely making contact with his

"Because you really should" I whispered, my lips brushing against his

I could tell that he liked it...if you know what I mean

I was staring him down, not that he noticed, his eyelashes were fluttering in, well you know....excitement

Then suddenly I wasn't looking at Lucas anymore, but a white ceiling

I always have that same broom closet dream but every time I have it, it gets farther and farther

Can't wait to sleep tonight

"Jane!" Shirley yanked my curtains opened

I immediately shot my eyes close, "What?!" I groaned

"Wake up! I want food"

"What about Rachael and Priscilla?" I asked, putting my arm over my eyes

She yanked my arm and pulled, causing me to sit straight up, "they're already down there- waiting for us"

"Alright, alright!" I agreed

At least I'll get to see Lucas

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"Hey, well on the bright side, at least we don't have another full moon in a month" Rachael shrugged as Shirley devoured yet another piece of bacon

I want really listening, I was too busy staring at Lucas, thinking about the things I could do to him..

Someday

He looked up from his book and made eye contact with me

His eyes are so amazing

I winked

Too shocked to do anything, he stared at me for a few seconds until his face turned bright red and he immediately turned back to his book

I wonder what kind of dreams he has...

"So Jane, about the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw match this Saturday," Shirley began, "How are we going to celebrate our victory afterwards?"She smiled smugly

"I guess we'll see what happens" I replied glancing again at the hottest ginger at Hogwarts

"Lucas is not snogging you any time soon, Prongs" Rachael said bluntly, continuing to read her book