I remember the first day I met her. Hanna Zabini, the love of my life. I know that sounds mushy and ridiculous and if you tell anyone, I'll kill you. Seriously. I'd just dared my cousin Fred to kiss Scorpius Malfoy (insert snicker here), when my little brother Al came up to me with this girl.

"Hey Al!" I called to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Fred attacking Scorpius. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"Hey," he tossed back. Then, turning his head to the girl, he said, "This is my brother, James. He is the most pompous arse you will ever meet in your entire life." When she laughed, he added, "I'm not kidding."

"You gonna introduce us?" I asked him, still distracted by Fred and Scorpius' antics. Fred was tucking a lock of Scorpius' hair behind his ear.

"Yeah, sure. James, Hanna Zabini. Hanna, James Potter," Albus said quickly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," she told me, putting her hand out, with a thick German accent. Thankfully, I'd been around Fleur, Victoire, Dominique, and Louis my whole life at that point, so accents were nothing new. I shook her hand, while watching Fred finally kiss Scorpius. Scorpius looked shocked and pushed him off instantly. I started to laugh. "You think my accent is funny?" she demanded.

"No," I answered, trying to keep a straight face. It wasn't working.

"Du Hurensohn! You insult me! You're right, he is a pompous arse!" she exclaimed, cussing me out in German. Now, I've been cursed out in a variety of different languages over the years (like Romanian by Viktor Krum, Irish by Seamus Finnegan, French by Vic and Fleur and Dom and Louis…), but there is nothing quite like being sworn at in German.

"So, I'll be seeing you around?" I asked her. She simply turned on her heel and left, dragging Al with her. Oh, yeah, she wanted me. And still does, come to think of it.