-parties-
No more finals!
Actually, they stopped on Thursday, but I've been busy since then with a school dance, shopping, sleeping, getting contacts again, and a bunch of other crap.
I really have nothing to say.
Except that I finally tried the 15 minute ficlet thing that I joined ages ago. Well, here it is:
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
author: Moi
Fandom: Harry Potter. It's on the brain. -shrugs-
Word: Resolute
A/N: Just some random fluff. It's what the word inspired.
He grinned at her, eyebrow cocked, eyes dancing with amusement. She didn't have any other choice but to take his hand and she knew it, somewhere deep down.
Though, her stubborn side kept her from taking his hand for another few minutes or so. "Potter, I'm not dancing with you." She told him with a resolute nod.
He merely grinned wider. "Yes you are."
"No I'm not." Where did he get off telling her that she would dance with him when she specifically said that she wouldn't? No meant no to every other human being in England, so why not him? Right, because he was James Potter and hadn't heard the word no from anyone but her and even then he didn't take it seriously.
"You are."
"Am not." She sighed. How did she regress back to being this childish after only a few minutes of talking to him? He just had that effect on her. The other day for example, she'd wanted to go swing on a playground in the middle of Charms for no reason besides it sounding fun. "People are going to stare."
"So?" He made it sound so simple. It would be simple just to take his hand, and let him lead her, dancing around the fountain. But no, she might have agreed to go out with him on a date again but she wasn't going to give into his childlike ways. Not now. Not ever.
"So I don't want to be stared at."
"Get used to it, flower." He answered. She ground her back teeth at the nickname. "You're going to be stared at, now that you're mine."
"I'm not yours, Potter." She countered hotly. Tonight didn't imply marriage and becoming his property. They'd only been on one date so far and only snogged at that. Technically, they weren't boyfriend/girlfriend. They were just two adults that went on a date or two. This fountain escapade being their second date and looking to be their last if he kept this up.
"James," He corrected softly.
"Fine," She sighed. "James, I'm not yours."
"So you think now." He told her confidentally. What was that supposed to mean? She was pretty sure that she wasn't ever going to consider herself his property, no matter what he did. "I'll give it a month at most before you say that you're mine."
"I'm not property, James."
"I never said that," He said placidly. "I just that you'd be mine."
"Your what?"
"My girlfriend."
Comments are nice. Yes, I like those.
Actually, they stopped on Thursday, but I've been busy since then with a school dance, shopping, sleeping, getting contacts again, and a bunch of other crap.
I really have nothing to say.
Except that I finally tried the 15 minute ficlet thing that I joined ages ago. Well, here it is:
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
author: Moi
Fandom: Harry Potter. It's on the brain. -shrugs-
Word: Resolute
A/N: Just some random fluff. It's what the word inspired.
He grinned at her, eyebrow cocked, eyes dancing with amusement. She didn't have any other choice but to take his hand and she knew it, somewhere deep down.
Though, her stubborn side kept her from taking his hand for another few minutes or so. "Potter, I'm not dancing with you." She told him with a resolute nod.
He merely grinned wider. "Yes you are."
"No I'm not." Where did he get off telling her that she would dance with him when she specifically said that she wouldn't? No meant no to every other human being in England, so why not him? Right, because he was James Potter and hadn't heard the word no from anyone but her and even then he didn't take it seriously.
"You are."
"Am not." She sighed. How did she regress back to being this childish after only a few minutes of talking to him? He just had that effect on her. The other day for example, she'd wanted to go swing on a playground in the middle of Charms for no reason besides it sounding fun. "People are going to stare."
"So?" He made it sound so simple. It would be simple just to take his hand, and let him lead her, dancing around the fountain. But no, she might have agreed to go out with him on a date again but she wasn't going to give into his childlike ways. Not now. Not ever.
"So I don't want to be stared at."
"Get used to it, flower." He answered. She ground her back teeth at the nickname. "You're going to be stared at, now that you're mine."
"I'm not yours, Potter." She countered hotly. Tonight didn't imply marriage and becoming his property. They'd only been on one date so far and only snogged at that. Technically, they weren't boyfriend/girlfriend. They were just two adults that went on a date or two. This fountain escapade being their second date and looking to be their last if he kept this up.
"James," He corrected softly.
"Fine," She sighed. "James, I'm not yours."
"So you think now." He told her confidentally. What was that supposed to mean? She was pretty sure that she wasn't ever going to consider herself his property, no matter what he did. "I'll give it a month at most before you say that you're mine."
"I'm not property, James."
"I never said that," He said placidly. "I just that you'd be mine."
"Your what?"
"My girlfriend."
Comments are nice. Yes, I like those.