Dedication: To my lovely beta reader and dear friend; TartanLioness. I love you, Cammie!!
Disclaimer: No, they don't belong to me, and they will be completely normal when I'm done playing with them...well...maybe not completely normal...but you know what I mean. And, dudein; would I be giving them away for free if they belonged to me?
OH MY GOD!!!
For the last few days and nights I was stuck in James Potter's dorm...uunngghh...I was reading this stupid book and researching for my muggle studies paper and guess what? There is only of these stupid books in the whole bloody school. And lucky me, Potter got it in his dorm.
And also as you know; the curfiew is 11p.m., well I was in Potter's room until midnight, working on my paper, and he had fallen asleep. So I decided not to lose MORE points from Gryffindor, unlike the sleeping prick in front of me. So I get tired and I decide to sleep there on the floor in my day robes.
I layed down and tried to tell myself that I was back in my dorm and not in the place I had dreaded sleeping in during most of my life.
At first I was on the floor when I feel asleep, then I woke up in the middle of the night about three hours later and I'm in Potter's bed!!!!!!!! I still had ALL of my clothes on (Thank Merlin!) except my my long, black cloak and my house tie. When I woke I let out a short scream, he woke up and immeadiatly clamped his hand over my mouth and held me close to him. Then he put his finger to his lips in an attempt to sush me and if you know me at all; you know I wouldn't stand for that.
Just then I realized that his hand had been on my waist only moments before. I stopped screaming...er...attempting to scream and he took his hand off my mouth. I looked at him like a deer in the headlights, as some muggles say, and then I shot Potter a glare that could have shattered his face, had I have wanted it to.
He was about to explain, I could see it in his face. I gave him a look of surprise and disgust.
"I'm sorry...I just... I..."
"Sorry, my...foot"
"I just...I....I....I didn't think angels were meant to sleep on the floor" He said sarcasticly, I think it was sarcatic at least...
"Shut-up Potter"
"OK"
I turned over and tried to think it out. I did not want to let Potter think he had caught me off gaurd. That's exactly what he wanted.
Or, at least, I thought.
A/N: Reviews keep me sane!! (I know I'm not sane, so shut up Cammie, lol)