Disclaimer: It shall and always will be, that I don't own Harry Potter.
REVISION: Instead of the confusing apostrophe's I had before, ALL DIALOGUE IS INDENTED. Keep in mind that everything going on is in James' POV. Expect fluffy cheeseballs!
Spellotape My Heart
Time to make my move.
I clear my throat.
She doesn't look up.
Going to be stubborn, eh?
Fine.
I'll just resort to force.
…
I'll just clear my throat again, just in case she didn't hear.
Nope still didn't hear.
Alright……Okay……Going to resort to force now…
Err, what type of force should I go with?
No…I don't think I should swipe her book.
That's a cliché entrance.
I'll just grab her arm…
Woops…
She's lost her temper…
Tsk, Always having to make a scene.
All I did was make her spill ink on her essay…not like I groped her, or anything…
That doesn't mean I don't want to, mind you.
Forget I said that.
I cant have people thinking I'm a—I don't know—prat.
…
Geez…
Evans has been going off for a while now.
I'll just stop her with my unsuspected surprise.
There we go.
Okay, she's eyeing it.
Blank expression on her face…good.
Uh-oh.
Narrowed eyes…bad.
She's going off again…
You are unbelievable! Blah Blah Blah, Blah Blah Blah? Blah Blah Blah Blah, I want to snog you now, Blah Blah? Blah Blah Blah, Blah—Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah?
She stopped…
…She's glaring…
(AN: What's really being said: "You are unbelievable. Constantly hounding me, and now this? What do you think, I want to snog you now or something? For you information, I—Are you even listening to me?")
Okay, I should probably stop drooling and nod.
Nod, nod, nod.
She's raised an eyebrow at me.
That's a sign I should I kiss her, right?
The expression on her face says—well, I wouldn't say it says 'No'…
More like 'Not now, but Later'.
Yeah, that's it.
Ugh, I don't have time for this. At least, give it back to whoever you nicked it from.
Maybe that really was a 'No'.
Nick? I made this myself. I say.
I wave it infront of her face.
She's eyeing it.
Probably transfigured it from a moldy sock. She pushes it away.
Your mother. I say…in my mind.
In reality I say, with emphasis, I said made, not transfigured.
It's true.
Not one speck of magic was used.
I poured out my heart and soul into cutting and pasting.
If five year olds can get away with it, so can I.
I don't give a damn. Either way, I'm not going to accept anything from you. She goes back to her ink-dripping essay.
Those words stabbed my heart.
Why not? I pry.
She hesitated a moment. Well, Why should I? It's too embarrassing to be of any use to me. The most it'll do is take up space in my rubbish bin.
Rubbish!
That's not fair, Evans.
On the contrary, Potter. It's more than you deserve. She says challengingly.
But I worked hours on this bloody thing! There's not a flaw on here!
I stare at her and she looks away.
Listen you. I have to redo my transfiguration essay. Why don't you go bother someone else?
Bother! Is showing my affection for her, bothersome?
Does she think I'm joking?
Am I just a fly in her hair?
Does she look at me like a boy who pulls her pigtail?
Well, She should know I haven't done that in years!
I glare at her and she glares back.
I laugh and she furrows her brow, as though annoyed.
Of course, Evans. I'll stop bothering you.
It's what she wants anyways, right?
I rip the Valentine's Day heart into hundreds of tiny pieces and spread them across the floor.
I have a feeling something similar happened inside my chest moments ago.
Happy Valentine's day, Evans. I walk off and leave her there, with her mouth agape.
-
I seat myself away from Evans for the first time in my life.
As I walk past her, she lowers her head.
She honestly didn't expect me to come crawling back, did she?
Not after last night.
I drop my bag by my desk and lean back on my chair.
Potter?
I nearly fell backwards at once.
I look up and see—
Lily?
I furrow my brow.
What does she want now?
Forget to say something last night? I say.
Her lips press together tightly.
Perhaps I shouldn't have said that so harshly…
No. Just…your transfiguration book. She says weakly.
She looked rather tired.
Probably up all night finishing her essay…
But what do I care, right?
I mentally slap myself back into reality.
Book?
Oh, That's right. I let her borrow it a week ago.
Right…Thanks. I say.
She pauses for a moment and then goes back to her seat.
Open to page 243. McGonagall calls out.
I lazily flip the pages.
And then…I find something of interest.
In-between pages 143 and 144 was my torn-to-pieces Valentine's day heart, perfectly repaired.
Although, not with charms.
But with Spellotape.
And there wasn't a piece out of place.
Must've taken hours.
Merlin do I feel guilty.
Guilty, but also happy.
It's as though my hearts been repaired, and is floating blissfully inside my chest.
I chance a glace over at Lily on the other side of the room.
And my heart skips when I see she's smiling.
I look back at the Spellotaped heart.
Perhaps, this is the beginning of something new?
I'm not too sure, but I know one thing.
A bit of Spellotape can mend any heart.
AN: I make a lot of Authors Notes.
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