It couldn't possibly be legal.

James Potter couldn't possibly be allowed to be that beautiful.

I mean seriously, there has got to be some law against it. No one person can be so attractive, and so funny, and so smart.

So where are the aurors? Why haven't they taken him into custody yet?

At least if that happened I wouldn't have to see how beautiful he was.

Every single day.

And he wasn't allowed to sigh softly, probably involuntarily, as he looked out the window of the classroom. It made him seem so sensitive.

His eyes weren't allowed to light up every time he saw me. It made him seem so caring and sweet.

And under absolutely no circumstances whatsoever at all, was he allowed to kiss another girl just because I said no when he asked me out. Again.

Not allowed.

So I marched up to him.

"What the hell?" I asked, glaring at him.

He looked so shocked and confused it was almost funny. "P-pardon me?" he stuttered. James Potter, stuttering? No way!

"I said, what the hell," I said matter-of-factly.

"By which you meant…?"

"I meant why did you stop asking me out! And why did you kiss that sixth year girl? And why did you stop asking me out?"

He looked even more shocked that a moment ago, if that was possible. "I thought I wasn't allowed to do that," he said.

"I'm changing the rules," I told him.

He smirked. "Well in that case…" but he didn't finish. He didn't need to really, his kiss told me everything I needed to know.