sarcastic Psh, of course i own harry potter.

Victoria, Abbi and I were sitting in the common room, studing, when out of nowhere.

"Maybe if you can't get someone out of you're head, they're suposed to be there."

"What?!" Abbi and I yelled.

"It isn't your fault, Lily," Abbi said.

"What's not my fault?"

"James tripped you."

"What?!"

"When you fell for him."

"What is wrong with you two?!"

"When you love someone only you can tell, but when you're in love with someone everyone can tell," said Victoria.

"Love is like a glass door. Sometimes you don't see it then it smacks you in the face," Abbi said.

"I don't love anyone. Especially that big headed, arrogant toerag, Potter!"

"Lily, he maybe a big headed, arrogant toerag, but he's your big headed, arrogant toerag."

"My god, what is wrong with you two!?"

"Guys are like stars. There are a million, but only one can make your wish come true."

"Lily, face it you love him." Victoria was looking straight at me. I was ready to strangle her.

"Are you effing serious!?"

"Not right now. But later maybe." We all started staring at her. Then, from behind the couch we were sitting on, Potter jumped up and started yelling.

"PADFOOT! What the bloody hell was that!?"

"Sorry, mate. Couldn't resist, too easy."

"You were supposed to make her fall in love with me!"

"At least I didn't sound like a greeting card! Seriously, Moony, what's with all the similes? Love is like a glass door...guys are like stars... blah, blah, blah." The three boy stared at eachother for a second, then all started laughing. They noticed us watching them then ran. I think they'll regret putting those spells on my friends when their hair is dyed Slytherin colors at the next Quidditch game. They'll never learn, will they?