There's this fact, that every person on this magical planet of ours, knows at least one person they cannot stand. I even dare to say that they hate that person. Like really hate them, as in I-wanna-spectrum sempra-your-longs-out-hate.
Well, that person
was James Sirius Potter.
At least to
me, that person was James Sirius. Because believe it or not but, there were a
lot of witches and wizards, muggles and even some magical creatures that liked
him. Actually, everybody liked him. It was a shock to no one that Mr. Potter
-oldest son of the Harry Potter-
turned out to be the most popular guy in school. But other than the fact that
he was blessed with the most known surname in the entire Wizarding World, he
also just so happened to be that what most over-hormonal teenage girls considered;
'the full package'. If your standards only reached as high as good looks, a
witty sense of humor and good with the stick between his legs of course.
stick I meant his broom stick. Not the stick you were thinking about.
your head out of the gutter.
Although I did have the terrific pleasure of
hearing many girls talk about their fantastic
late night rendezvous with Potter in a dirty broom closets behind some tapestry
somewhere. So I guessed that stick he
was also pretty talented with.
Now, I don’t want you to go thinking that I was some sort of love-depressed 16 year old witch who had a secret crush on a slightly older boy which she tried to cover up by declaring her pure and vigorous hatred for him to the world.
I, Aaliyah Martins (my friends called me Ali, feel free to do the same), had a good reason.
James Sirius Potter was one of those guys who thought he was it. You know, 'it', as in perfect. He was one of those types that swaggered around school, followed by a group of people who worshiped him to death. Most of his friends weren’t even worthy of being labeled as a 'friend'. They just hung around because they enjoyed building their own success on other people's wealth. But James didn't seem to notice that the only reason why he had friends was because of his family name. Or he just didn't care. Which proved my point even more about him being a prick.
And let’s not forget the way he treated girls. It was like… every girl was a pair of shoes to him. He proudly wore them the first week but dumped them the other because he got sick of them. Or because he saw a new pair of shoes that he liked better. Who knew, maybe he even liked to wear two different shoes at the same time. His arrogant and careless life style didn't surprise me any longer.
But that wasn't the only reason why I hated him. I had another reason, something that had personally to do with me. The beloved James the Second made it his life goal to make my life miserable. And the way he did it oh my god. It irritated me to no end. It wasn't like he bullied me or something like that. He didn't make me do stuff I didn't want to do and he didn't use the power he had over our classmates against me. If only. Trust me, it was much worse and eccentric than that.
Now what made him so god damn annoying, you might ask. I’ll tell you, and maybe now that you had a slight idea of what kind of person he was, you’d understand why this made me hate him.
James Sirius Potter flirts with me every god damn moment he sees me.
I'll give you a moment to let that sink in.
Yea. If you're ready, I'd like to continue my rant about this git.
So when I say 'every moment he sees me' I meant literally, every moment. In the great hall, during classes, in the hallway, Owlery or the common room. Every place you could find at Hogwarts.
Yes, even the girls Quidditch locker room.
I'm a hundred percent positive that almost half of you think I’m crazy. Why in Merlin’s name would I be complaining about this, shouldn't I be super exited that such a dapper young man like him liked me?
Well that was just it. He didn't.
He doesn't like me but still asks me out all the time. It's weird, isn't it? But the reason for his behavior was actually pretty simple. Stupid, irresponsible, childish, aggravating and just plain dumb, yes, but still simple. It was as simple as this: I was -now hold your breath- the only girl in this big ass school who wanted nothing to do with him.
But literally, the only one.
Well, besides his cousins of course. The fact that Rose Weasley was his cousin, so there was zero chance the two could ever fall for each other, was one of the reasons why she was my best friend.
Well, that and because she was the most amazing friend that had ever walked on this planet. And no I was not exaggerating. She seriously was so amazing.
The first time we talked to each other was almost six years ago. It was on the Hogwarts express on our way to our first year at Hogwarts. I remembered her red hair sticking in eighth differed directions when she opened the door of my compartment. I was sitting there all alone, thinking I'd never make new friends because nobody talked to me the first ten minutes I walked through the corridors.
Yeah. I was a little self-conscious back then.
I still wondered why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor. But on the other hand, I was glad it did, knowing now that it was the right decision. And it also meant I could be in the same house as Rose.
Rose plopped on the seat in front of me, her face almost as red as her hair when she introduced herself. I remember how shocked but at the same time relieved she was when I admitted that I'd never heard of her parents. I came from a Muggle family so Hogwarts, the first wizarding war or the Golden Trio weren’t exactly the most common topics during dinner at my place.
From that day on, Rose and I were best friends.
But anyway, back to her git cousin.
Of course this was beyond the pale for our famous James Potter. You should’ve seen his face the first time he got rejected by his cousin's best friend. I was in my third year, and James was in his fourth. We occasionally talked to each other because we are in the same house, because we both shared a deep passion for Quidditch and shared a few of our friends.
I never really liked him. Not even before he started torturing me, but back then he was… tolerable. And then fourth year happened and BAM came all the hormones.
The sixth years were having this illegal valentines party in the Room of Requirement where James was invitation to, even though he was just a fourth year. He took a lot of advantage of his surname, no doubt in that.
Two days before the party James and I had detention together. Not for the same reason though, we just both happened to be in the same boring classroom staring at the same boring wall for two whole hours (I happened to have a very high record of coming late to class… I guessed sleep was just too important to me). But that day was not just a normal day. It was my brother’s birthday, and I’d organized a small surprise party for him in our common room. Which I could not even attend to thanks to bloody professor Gibson.
Anyway, that day, I was pretty cheesed off for missing my brother’s surprise party, but James was there, a lot less annoying than usual, and he tried to cheer me up. He had his granddads map with him and all we did was stare at the moving names on it and tried to figure out what names belonged to which faces. I knew it was silly, but I really appreciated his company during the long and boring hours of detention.
Although it had nothing to do with him personally. I would’ve been happy with any whose company. Even Moaning Myrtle would’ve been welcome at the time.
The next day James was himself again, cocky, arrogant and full of himself. I remembered how he plopped down on the seat beside me in the common room while I was trying to do my Herbology homework and how he lofty wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I believe his exact words were; “You, me, valentines party, tomorrow.”
After that I couldn’t stop laughing. His hazel eyes stood so confident but after I slipped away from under his arm, laughing so hard almost half the common room looked our way, I saw the uncomprehending look in his eyes. I tried to stop laughing and just tell him that I wasn’t interested but just one look at his astonished face and I was gone again. I quickly gathered all my books together and half stumbled my way up to my room.
I guess you could say that was the day he started his stupid game. Which brought us to today, three years later and still asking me out and still getting a no from me.
In my five years and a few weeks at Hogwarts I had yet to come across a girl who didn't like Potter. Seriously, even the little first years had a crush on the bloke.
But to be completely honest, I couldn't say it was unbelievable. I mean, I'd be lying if I told you he wasn't attractive. He was. And I'm pretty sure that I myself would’ve fallen for the mysterious dark haired boy who happened to cross the street on that Wednesday afternoon.
But you don't know what kind of guy he is. And unfortunately, I do.