"I'm not trying to trick you into anything for Christ's sake!" James burst out impatiently, "Just answer the question." Her eyes narrowed and he sighed, "Looks Evans, everyone who can possibly love–" "Are you saying I can't love?" she interrupted.

Potter just sits where he is and doesn't look at me again for the entire class period while I sit with burning cheeks and if looks could kill, my hair would be on fire from Remus' death glare and Sirius' unspoken threats of arson.

"He makes me melt," she blushes russet, realizing what she said and gives the two of us a threatening look. "Tell anyone and I will drag your dead bodies through the mud before feeding them to an angry, gargantuan spider." L/J R&R?