Chapter Five: Touch

He's waited seven years for this chance, but all he wants to do is crawl under his bed and never come out.

"What if I'm not good enough?"

"Would you shut up?! You've been moaning for seven years about this day, and now that it's here, you think you're not good enough! Honestly, if Evans didn't like you, you wouldn't be in this situation. Now get off your arse and get ready!" says Sirius, rolling his eyes.

He groans, and looks in the mirror, trying to flatten his tousled hair. It refuses to lie flat and really, he knows better than to attempt fixing his hair—it has never been anything but messy.

It's a sunny Saturday, and the third Hogsmeade trip of the year. He's decided to wear muggle jeans and a white t-shirt—they are more comfortable than robes anyway, he thinks.

He takes one last glance at himself in the mirror and then leaves the dorm, not entirely sure if he dreamt the fact that she accepted his proposal.

He's standing in the Gryffindor common room waiting for her to come down from the girls dorms and he's afraid she won't show.

He doesn't have to wait long, soon she's making her way down the stairs, and he takes in her curly auburn locks and her emerald eyes that match the top she's wearing.

"Hey," she utters, laughter apparent in her voice. He thinks it has something to do with the look on his face.

"Hey, er—ready to go?" he's uncertain, and he tangles his hand in his hair, a nervous habit of his. He winces as he realizes she doesn't like it when he does that.

She laughs, breaking the awkward silence.

"James, you don't have to be so nervous. Where'd the suave James go? The one that told me in fifth year I'd never want to go to Hogsmeade with anyone else after you 'had your way with me'."

He laughs too, remembering that day. She had slapped him hard for that one.

"Let's just say he grew up a bit."

After that, the day goes by too fast for his liking. They laugh and talk all day, stopping at Zonko's ("What?! You've never been to Zonko's?"), Madame Malkin's ("Oh, come on James, I can't go prancing around the school in a skirt that lets my knickers show!") and other shops along the way.

It's nearing dinner, and they're slowly making their way back up to the castle.

"Did you see Lucius and Narcissa? Absolutely revolting." He looks over at her, continuing her rant, her nose scrunching in disgust, and he smiles. She notices and says, "What?"

"I'm glad you gave me a chance. I had a fantastic time today."

She smiles back and says, "I did too. You really know how to entertain, James Potter."

He can feel a grin break out on his face and she giggles, slipping her hand into his.

He's shocked, to say the least and he looks down at their entwined hands. Her hand is small and soft in his, hers pale, against his calloused bronzed one.

"C'mon, James, I don't want to miss out on the treacle tart!" She declares, dragging him faster up the path to Hogwarts.

"Does this mean you don't want to go to Hogsmeade with anyone else?"

"Of course, silly James, after all, you've already had your way with me!" she winks at him, and his grin is now impossibly wider than before, as he lets her drag him up to Hogwarts for dinner.

A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed! It feels great to finally complete a multi-chap fic! Lol. I'll be posting a oneshot soon, called Rainbow Alphabet Magnets so keep a lookout for that, and feel free to browse through my other fics and the must read fics on my profile. Sorry for such a long wait, school has been hectic lately, and doesn't seem to be improving.

Oh, and I just finished an AMAZING book called Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. I highly recommend you read it. I couldn't put it down! Also, check out the book Shiver, by Maggie Steifvater!