4AM forever //tag James

[+Emma Lestrange]

As the world began to stableise and everything came back to normality,Emma found herslef in an empty classroom. Wiping her eyes free of tears for what seemed like the hundreth time this evening her vision cleared. What had happened this evening seemed liek a blur. James grabbing her hand, the attack on the portraits, and then the kiss.. She could still feel his soft lips on hers as they kissed at the end of that smokey corridor.
She just hoped she had made the right descion.

It was evident that James was taken aback by her gesterue and that perhaps is what frightened her most. Rejection. She could not bear to be rejected again, it had happened so many times before, but then again, he did kiss her back..
Mabye he as only doing it out of lust and nothing more. Emma had known boys like that, thought with something else other than their brain. She knew James wasnt like this, he was diffrent, special. However, if thats what James wanted, someone to have a quickie with in the potions cupboard and nothing then thats what she would accept.
Mabye he did want something more though, mabye he did want her. Just the thought of this made Emma's heart leap. It was something she had dreamed about. Quite often she found herslef in a daydream where James and herself were together. Just the two of them.

Friendhip between James and Emma was what had kept her strong over the past few years at Hogwarts.Not being very popular herslef they had grown quite close. Could it be possible James wouldnt think anything of it and continue on as normal, just as a friend?

Emmas head was swimming with thoughts, she needed to break free from them all. But before she could commit to anything someone opened the door...

[James Manson]

James wandered off outside the castles into the grounds after Emma had left him. He wasn’t sure what to think, he thought he was doing the right thing. Then again, why did she say what she did, was she having doubts? He spent a bit of time out in the relaxing thunderstorm letting thoughts run a marathon in his head. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore, such a simple night turned into this. His arm supported his forehead as he thought about the first time he met Emma and how they became friends. After reminiscing for a hour or two he decided to wander off into the castle.

James climbed the steps heading towards the room a first year directed him too, things were already starting to change for James. He didn’t even hurt the kid, sure he cussed a little at the first year, but that’s just natural. Opening the door he saw Emma there, sitting on a desk. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, just going to go with the flow. The floor creaked as he stepped inside looking at Emma, he didn’t say anything but walked towards her sitting next to her.

A moment of silence passed, it seemed to go on forever, new things popped and disappeared from James mind was he actually sat down next to her. Usually he was pretty good around girls, but now being around Emma, made him nervous. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and really get things messed up. “Well..” He started. “If you really did mean what you said, you know.. About that whole l-lo… Gah, I hate that word.” James said really hating it.

“What I’m saying is, if you really did mean that kiss I’m glad you did cause that just proved me wrong. I know we’ve been friends for quite some time now, but I always figured you wanted something more then me, you know.. Not a freak.” James said honestly, this is the first time he can remember being as serious as he currently was. So there sat James, waiting for a response from Emma, he remained surprisingly calm for how he was feeling, but shortly he would find out what was to happen.

[+Emma Lestrange]

Emma didn't need to turn round to know who entered the room, she knew it was James. Warmth spead through her, from her feet upwards and that familliar feeling of butterflies in her stomach came back to her. She felt dizzy, almost sick with fear. She didnt want to hear his voice, she didnt want to hear him reject her but most of all she didnt want to loose him.

There was a moment of awkward scilence as James sat down next to her. This was too much for her, he could of at least rejected her from a distance. At least she had a good aim to punch him one if worst came to worst she tought to herself. But how could she hurt him? He was the one she melted at the sight of, she couldnt ever be angry with him it would be impossible. Emma loved him so much it hurt, and he would probably never know that.

If thats what he had come to do, to reject her, then she was going to have to stand up, smile and just get on with her life, there was nothing more she could do. Finally, James broke the silence. However, this was not the reaction she was expecting, he seemed so.. so shocked.Finding it hard to look at James, Emma looked at the floor, feeling her eyes begin to sting and her vision begin to blur again. She hates the thought of him seeing her cry. afterall Slytherins didnt cry, Death Eaters didnt cry.
"James"
She started to speak, but the words became lost in her head.She had to do this properly, or she would regret it forever. Taking a deep breath Emma looked up into his eyes, and started again:
" James, you are not a freak. To me you are perfect. Your smile, your laugh, your face, and yes even your cussing.I don't want anyone but you"

Feeling the pulsing in her ears become more intense she stood up and walked over to the window.Feeling the pain of a second awkward silence. over the tops of the evergreen forest and beyond the black lake, the full moon was out, its distant glow gently streaming in though the window, casting a long shadow behind her body. Standing in its glow gave her a moment of peace, hearing what she just said playing over in her mind again and again.

Emma had wished she had done things diffrently now it was always the way, things never turned out how you dreamed them to. She had dreamed of him sweaping him off her feet, telling her that she was all he wanted followed by a moment of passionate affection. But instead, he had found out her love for him in a bleak classroom, her face streamed with mascara. How romantic.

[James Manson]

James sat there on the table listening to what she had to say. Her words came as a surprise to him; he was unsure what to say himself. He looked into at her face and noticed red streaks across her face and her eyes watery, he looked down at the floor about the same time he did. He new that she had been crying, his mind was running a marathon by now. He had never seen this side of Emma before and was a bit shocked, he didn’t know she liked him this much. His heart beated faster and faster as the minutes went on, time seemed to have greatly slowed down.

This was all new to James, sitting in the classroom with a girl that he really cared about. Usually he would just take a girl, then leave them but he didn’t want to mess this up. He looked up from the floor to the window where Emma now stood staring out. It reminded him of a wonderful painting he saw a long time ago, the figure of a beautiful woman looking out into the full moon and the light shining down on her giving off a great yet sad picture.

Finally a minute passed, James realized he was probably acting like a fool and quickly gathered himself up from the desk and walked next to her. He looked out the window for a few seconds before turning to look at Emma. “Well, I feel the same way about you. In fact, you pretty much took the words right out of my mouth.”

[Blah, lame post v.v]

[+Emma Lestrange]

There it was again, that strange feeling in her stomach. The self same feeling every time she thought of James. So he felt the same way? What was going to happen now? There again came the awkward silence that was evermore becoming more frequent this evening. Turning away from the window, face to face with James she surveyed him for a moment.

It was evident he was not like any other boy in the school. He had a distinct unique look to him that made him stand out from the rest. Despite what people had said in the past to her about James being scary looking, to her he was beautiful. She saw him in a different way to anyone else in the whole school. Emma thought she would have never had a hope with James; she thouht h would have gone for someone a little more.. gothic.

All the same, this didnt mean Emma was not thrilled by the news that he liked her too. She didn't really know what to do, Emma was usually very good at these sort of situations, making the first move. But it seemed at this point she was completly frozen. She wanted to hug him, to kiss him. But for somereason she was just too scared to move. Emma had never felt this way before about anyone, and she didnt want to screw it up.

She smiled at James, hoping he would undertstand that she was pleased by what he had said.

[James Manson]

James stood there, looking at her. The moons light glimmered off her face and body, he continued standing there looking into her eyes. He waited for her to say something, but another awkward silence arose. James let a few more seconds slip by before speaking. "Oh what the hell." He said. James wrapped his arms around Emma's body and moved himself and pulled her closer, he kissed her on the lips. "So.. What'ya think? Huh? Huh?" James said smiling.

[Haha, yeah.. Lame post, but to damn bad! ]

[+Emma Lestrange]

" I think"
Emma continued, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body close to his
" I think that you are a brilliant kisser"

Kissing him lightly on the lips, Emma felt a sense of relief. She felt comfortable around James, dispite the awkwardness before. Her soft lips touched his for a second time, and a third, running her hands through his jet black hair. Kissing James felt so right. It seemed that when she was with him, all her sad, sorrowful thoughts were forgotten, and the only thing she could think about was him/