My heart was beating rapidly, but I knew it
was useless. James Potter was my friend, and that was all there was to it.
Really. Nothing between us could ever work out. Not that I wanted anything to.
But his hands were warm, and his grip was gentle, and at the time, I simply
wanted to feel safe. (x)
Why do you know so much? I mean you don’t seem like the rock and roll kind of guy. What you mean because I don’t go around smashing things up and acting like a dick? Yea. No. It’s the music. That’s it, just music. Simple