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ahshlyn · 10-29-2006, 11:24 PM

"What are you going to do? Ditch Defence for a couple of months?" James asked, looking at me as he fiddled with his hair.

"Maybe. I'll just get the homework from Remus," I turned to look at him and had to resist laughing. I reached over and took his hand. "stop playing with your hair. It will not change. Messy is one of characteristics. One of your characteristics. Better then annoying and arrogant and whatever else Lily calls you."

"I'm not playing with my hair!" he retorted, sitting up and shaking off my hand.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, James," I replied, winking at him.

He scowled, making me laugh. "I'm going to get you, Kavanagh."

"Oooh. You're sooo intimidating."

"Why not go to Dumbledore?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Go to Dumbledore because you're intimidating? That was sarcastic you know."

"I know! I was talking about your father," he replied, hitting me in the head.

"Watch it, Potter. I'll think up an embarrassing name for you and tell Lily, so she can go around calling you that. And, what would going to Dumbledore do? He doesn't know. I don't want anyone to know, James." I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on top. I stared at James as he took off his glasses.

"You'll have to tell someone. That, or suffer through Defence class," he said, cleaning his glasses as if his was avoiding looking me in the eye.

I blinked in confusion then frowned. "You've told, haven't you?" I whispered.

James raised his head and put back on his glasses. "Ke.. You know that isn't true.. I never.."

I slid of the bed, and stood up. "If you told anyone Potter, you're a dead man."

James turned red.

"You told!!" I shouted, running over to hit him.

James raised his arms in defence and rolled off his bed. "I only told Dumbledore! I swear! I asked him not to do anything if you didn't go to him!"

Tears filled my eyes as I glared at him. "I asked you not to tell anyone, and you promised you wouldn't You went back on your word."

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "Someone had to know. But as long as Dumbledore doesn't go back on his word, no one else will know. I still think you should go talk to Dumbledore."

I wandered out of the room and towards the owlery, planning out what I was going to say.

The last bit has nothing to do with the story in any way, so don't ask who she's sending something to. I just wanted her to get out of there Hope you liked it

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ahshlyn Formerly: AutumnSun Kelpie Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: paperbin Posts: 26,363 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maisie Travers Fifth Year	No fun tag! \| Haha, Zombie! \| Nyeaarr! "What are you going to do? Ditch Defence for a couple of months?" James asked, looking at me as he fiddled with his hair. "Maybe. I'll just get the homework from Remus," I turned to look at him and had to resist laughing. I reached over and took his hand. "stop playing with your hair. It will not change. Messy is one of characteristics. One of your characteristics. Better then annoying and arrogant and whatever else Lily calls you." "I'm not playing with my hair!" he retorted, sitting up and shaking off my hand. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, James," I replied, winking at him. He scowled, making me laugh. "I'm going to get you, Kavanagh." "Oooh. You're sooo intimidating." "Why not go to Dumbledore?" he asked, changing the subject. "Go to Dumbledore because you're intimidating? That was sarcastic you know." "I know! I was talking about your father," he replied, hitting me in the head. "Watch it, Potter. I'll think up an embarrassing name for you and tell Lily, so she can go around calling you that. And, what would going to Dumbledore do? He doesn't know. I don't want anyone to know, James." I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on top. I stared at James as he took off his glasses. "You'll have to tell someone. That, or suffer through Defence class," he said, cleaning his glasses as if his was avoiding looking me in the eye. I blinked in confusion then frowned. "You've told, haven't you?" I whispered. James raised his head and put back on his glasses. "Ke.. You know that isn't true.. I never.." I slid of the bed, and stood up. "If you told anyone Potter, you're a dead man." James turned red. "You told!!" I shouted, running over to hit him. James raised his arms in defence and rolled off his bed. "I only told Dumbledore! I swear! I asked him not to do anything if you didn't go to him!" Tears filled my eyes as I glared at him. "I asked you not to tell anyone, and you promised you wouldn't You went back on your word." "I'm sorry," he muttered. "Someone had to know. But as long as Dumbledore doesn't go back on his word, no one else will know. I still think you should go talk to Dumbledore." I wandered out of the room and towards the owlery, planning out what I was going to say. The last bit has nothing to do with the story in any way, so don't ask who she's sending something to. I just wanted her to get out of there Hope you liked it __________________ about harry potter : "a generation grew up with them." .. "why do you live?" "because I have something worth living for." He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!"