Arabella Eustacia Black, known as Bella, is a 11 year old girl entering her first year at Hogwarts , with her twin brother Sirius. She enters Hogwarts thinking that she'll continue the family tradition and continue hating on muggleborns... until she...
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"You what?" he replied with an smile.
"I hate you." I mumbled.
"No seriously." he said still smiling.
"I like you, okay?" I replied, he began laughing.
Why do I even like him.
"What?" I said looking at him puzzled. Does he think it's sum sort of game.
"You- you- that's a good one Black." he laughed hysterically, his hand on his chest. That is when you know James Potter is dying of laughter.
"James!"
"Bella— I almost fell for it!" he exclaimed, laughing.
"Fuck you. Just fuck you." I fumed, going to go up the stairs.
"Wait, huh is this like. Is this true?" he asked, I turned back and walked to where he was sitting, on the red couch. I sat beside him, with my legs crossed, and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I fucking like you." I said for the fucking third time, I'm about to explode.
"I mean, why wouldn't you." he smirked, i rolled my eyes in frustration.
"Right."
"Black, look. You know I like someone else." he spoke, facing me.
"But James—
"You know my heart belongs to someone else Bella."
"She doesn't even talk to you!" I replied, aggressively.
"Uhh- she does talk to me!" he replied.
"When? Once when we were talking about were Remus was going." I stated.
"Okay, but she did tell me to rub off yesterday, that counts." he answered, I rolled my eyes.
"Why do I even bother.." I sighed standing up, when he pulled me down, with my arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked, clearly annoyed.
"Your hair." he pointed out. I took out a strand of my hair, it was orange, and if he doesn't shut up sooner or later it's gonna turn red.
"We can stay friends right?" he smiled weakly.
"That's a choice for me to make." I snapped.
"Bella.. Bella. There are many other boys in this world who would want you as theirs." he smiled weakly.
"But I want you." I muttered.
"And I want someone else." he said.
I really should respect this but I can't. Why does my flirtiness and being hot works on every boy except for the ones I want to be with. James does not like Lily at this point I would say he's in love. He is so obsessed with her, and not with me. He should honestly give up because she can't take this prat any second longer.
