James Sirius Potter
James let out a slow breath as she whispered in his ear. Was this the same girl? Yes, it was. If not, who cared? She was hott. He placed his hand on the wall, leaning close to her, staring her straight in the eyes. "Oh?" He murmured. She wanted something to happen, huh? Or was she playing with him?
He stared her in the eyes, trying to figure out if she was serious or not. He had made out with a lot of girls over his years, he didn't mind adding a mark to it. But, Mel... he knew her. He wouldn't do that. They were friends. And plus, there was Adam. That could get awkward.
"Well, Mel, what do you want to happen?" He asked quietly, breathing in the scent of her perfume, gliding his nose against her neck, his breath warm against her skin.