Author: No, of course I do not own Harry Potter, I just borrowed Rowlings universe a bit for fun.

My first fanfic - here it goes:

Potter problems

Monday the 16th of November in the evening.

My name is James Sirius Potter and I have a problem. Which problem, you might ask? Well, I think the easiest way to explain, is to take it from the beginning.

As you have probably already deduced from my name, I'm the oldest son of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. I have my father's messy and untidy black hair and my mother's brown eyes. I'm quite a charming Gryffindor lad if I say so myself, and I love to prank my fellow Hogwarts students, quite like my marauder grandfather James Potter did. I'm named after him by the way, him and his best friend Sirius Black.

So, back to my problem. With a family like that, I could have a lot of problems. My dad and his reputation could be one of them: He's a war hero you see, defeated Voldemort at the age of 17 with the help of his two best friends, my Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron Weasley. In the not-saving-the-world-compartment, he became the youngest seeker in the century, opened the chamber of secrets, defied a basilisk as a 12-year old and won the triwizard competition in his fourth year, just to name a few accomplishments. Pretty impressive, huh?

You see, even though all of this could cause an enormous amount of trouble, being the first born son of the chosen one and all, it doesn't. I choose to be my own person. I can and will not try to live up to my father's reputation; I'm not stupid you know! I'm glad he took care of the magical world so I don't have to.

What then, what's the problem? Well, it could have been my mom. She was a famous quidditch star. She played as a chaser for the Holy head Harpies for a couple of years. She also survived meeting Voldemort as an 11-year old girl and still become a normal human being – well almost (hehe, take that mom)! Difficult to live up to – Yes, but that's not it either. Mom (and dad for that matter, and – well my entire family on the Weasley-side actually) is obsessed with quidditch, so naturally I've been raised properly. I'm an awesome chaser, the best seen in Hogwarts for years actually and I'm not just bragging. Yesterday I actually got a letter from puddlemere united for a tryout to become pro after graduation…

My grandfather was one of the famous marauders, and man was he brilliant or what! Did you know he became an animagus in his 5th year at Hogwarts? He also created the marauders map, a fantastic piece of paper if you ask me, helped me a lot in my mischievous ways. And he holds the record of most detentions at Hogwarts, next to Sirius Black of course but honestly, who can beat him. Actually I'm closing in on them together with Fred Weasley II, my best mate and cousin. George and Fred are in between, but hey, my seventh year isn't over yet… But I'm getting sidetracked, aren't I?

My problem is Alice. Alice Longbottom if you need me to be more precise. Yes, Prof. Longbottoms daughter Alice, who is head girl this year. What about her? Well, I've known Alice my whole life; she kind of grew up next door. Ok, that's not entirely correct, she grew up at the leaky cauldron, but her family and mine see each other a lot, something about going to school, together, the war and all that. And Alice is a great girl, she really is. She's a Rawenclaw, nice to everyone, caring, quite brilliant (hence the head girl position) and very pretty. And that is kind of my problem.

She's always been my friend. Not the closest, 'cause that would be Fred, but definitely a friend. She's the one who holds Fred and me in line, or she tries to at least. She's Roxanne's best friend (Fred's twin sister). She's the one I chat with when Fred and Roxanne are in twin mode. I guess I've always just taken her for granted. Then, out of the blue, Minnie (you know, headmistress McGonagall) gives me the head boy position (Yes I know, it's actually quite hilarious, she must be out of her mind. Who would make me head boy!).

I get to live with Alice in the head quarters. We see each other all the time. At patrols, when planning meetings and when we crash in the couch after a long day of school. And all of a sudden, I'm beginning to notice that Alice is pretty. She has warm and blue eyes that look at you kindly while she's smiling. Her hair is long and brown and it falls just beneath her shoulder and looks very soft. I'm sure she's been like that all the time, knowing Alice and all, but the difference is; now I notice it.

I don't like it one bit I'll tell you. Earlier today saw her talking to Sam Wood. She smiled at him and was curling at lock of her hair around her fingers, flirting if you ask me. And I got so angry I just wanted to hit him – hard. And then I got confused. Why was I feeling angry? Sam is our quidditch captain and a friend of mine; he's a nice bloke who obsesses over quidditch as much as I do.

Now I'm sitting in the head quarters, gazing in to the fire, and I think I know why. I, James Sirius Potter, am in love with Alice Longbottom. CRAP!

The thing is - Alice has known me all her life. She knows me, you know? Okay maybe I ought to explain that. She doesn't care who my father is or my mother for that matter. She doesn't scream in joy and almost faint and want to kiss me when I'm done playing quidditch and the team won again. She doesn't think I'm ohhhh so clever and fantastic head boy James Potter. To her I'm just James. Nothing more, nothing less.

I used to like that about her, and in a way I still do. Who wants fan girls anyway, they can be so annoying. She's just down-to-earth Alice who makes sure I don't too cocky and arrogant. In return I convince her to go to the kitchen with me after curfew sometimes, I make her delay her homework ones in a while to get some fresh air and I've even corrupted her to help us with a prank sometimes. I would say we have a really nice balance. But what the hell am I going to do when I like her, huh? Just ask her out you say?

Well, normally I would do just that. Just approach the girl; smile charmingly at her and maybe put an arm around her shoulders. Then I would ask her out and she would say yes (Well, what can I say, I a popular bloke!). Of course I would flirt a bit with her before that, joke with her, give her a bit of attention, girls dig that. But Alice wouldn't fall for any of that, she would probably laugh her ass off instead and slap me at my arm for joking with her.

Stupid, sweet, pretty Alice, I think frustrated and cross my arm across my chest. How am I supposed to act around her now? Should I just tell her? But she's one of my best friends and that could just become so awkward. Especially since we're Heads together and practically live together. However, I refuse to become a lovesick little boy that get all awkward and shy around her, that's just not who I am. I guess I'll just have to be patient for a while, maybe if I'm lucky it will just go away again. I guess I've sitting here for a while, 'cause suddenly the portrait opens and Alice enters.

"Hi James". She puts her books at the table nearby and let herself fall into the couch next to me. She yawns widely. "Man, I'm so tired; I think I could sleep for two days straight." She really does look exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, shoulders slumped and her hair is a mess.

"Long day huh?" I ask and put an arm around her (No, it's not what you think, I won't ask her out, come on, give me a little credit!) and she moves closer to me and let her head rest on my shoulder while she sighs a yes. This has sort of become a routine during the last 2-3 months. After a hectic day with classes, homework, quidditch (me), tutoring (her) and sometimes patrolling, we take a timeout in front of the fireplace in the evening right before we go to bed. It's sort of a ritual by now. I sigh, this is nice, her varm body close to mine. I will never admit it out loud if anyone was to ask me (hey, I'm a guy) but it satisfies me in a way I've never experienced before.

We sit here for a while but I don't know how long. Her eyes are closed and I can hear her breathing is slowing down. She's falling asleep and even though I don't want to, I wake her up so she can go to bed. Reluctantly she gets up and we go to our separate bedrooms. Right before she opens the door to her room she turns her head and smile sleepily at me with her eyes half closed. Her long brown hair fall down her back as she with a slightly hoarse voice says:

"Goodnight James, sweet dreams". Then she enters and the door closes behind her. Well, that was kind of sexy… I shake myself out of my stupor and walks into my room. Stupid teenage hormones!

That's the first of 4-5 chapters. Do you like it? R&R please :-)