Blaise loved to love. He welcomed these feelings just like his mother. She always had a big heart and a lot of love to offer to people she wanted. She loved him, her son; she loved him very much, and she made sure he knew, he felt it all his life, even when she didn't receive the love she wanted from his father, from her lovers.

A bunch of Lily and James one shots - each one a story for itself of how they could have become a couple :

He was strong, and he was athletic. He was proud and loyal, and he was… Uh… Also a dog. Yes. A huge black dog. A magnificent huge black dog in his animagus form. So why, in the name of Merlin, being used to ghosts and magical creatures and monsters, did he shriek and jump like a little girl, almost pissing his pants when a petite figure crossed his way...

'I can't help myself. I love girls; they know what I want and those who want the same, come with me. It's not like I lie or play them. They all know what they are getting themselves into.'

Gathering her last strength, she pushed herself into the water to somehow escape, but she knew, it was in vain. She was still clenching at the metallic bar, trying to get deeper into the water. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back to the shore.

He had finally persuaded his wonderful neighbour to go out on a date with him, when something like this happened.

He put his shades up on his head and gave the screaming fans and flashing cameras his deadly smirk that wobbled far too many knees of girls and boys. His piercing red eyes scanned the huge crowd, not really seeing anyone.

She had been waiting for the bus at the small bus stop without a roof with her backpack full and her phone dead.

Well, no. He did not know. He did not have a pregnant girlfriend, or a girlfriend for that matter. And he made sure to remind Ruka of that information once again.

Natsume glared at her. She smiled at him. 'Mikan.' He started seriously. She blinked innocently. His eye twitched.

Yet, here she was, looking at him like that again. She quickly averted her eyes and looked around the class, not joining the conversation between the three.

He was such a dork; pinning after a girl he could never have. At least not completely. He had her physically – if he put it like that, but she was far from feeling any romantic emotions towards him.

Then he turned around while taking a sip of his drink, their eyes locking. He choked. She gasped. Pikachu did not even move from his spot.

'What's going on, May Mapple' he finally demanded and stared her down.

He fished out his mobile phone and stared at it for some time. 'Should I should I not'

Sometimes she wished she could feel another person about these feelings, about this wish to fly and wrap the world in her arms; but more often than not people looked at her strangely even before she opened her mouth – so she kept it closed; only letting her eyes reflecting her soul.

'I'm not particularly running away.' Was her quick reply, ignoring his amusement. Her goal was to avoid this – him – at all costs. He was quickly catching up, however.

The cut on her upper lip almost healed, but it was still there. She touched it carefully – it did not sting anymore. At least not physically. It still hurt in her chest; the humiliation, fear, and anger.

You are the most insufferable git I have ever come across.

Are you really Malfoy? Now that I think about it, are you someone else? I hope you're old enough to know that Polyjuice isn't a game.