James and you were getting married, it was an arranged marriage made by your father and his father, a business deal of sorts. But the funny thing was that, you two LOATHED eachother.

Everything was a competition, from quidditch to who made it to class first. He was cocky and arrogant, and you were the same.

You were trying to ask him about something that bothered you, he was your soon to be husband so of course your problems were now his problems.

You followed closely behind him through the courtyard as he was walking and lighting a cigarette. He knew you still hadn’t broken up with your boyfriend yet, after all you had known him before your engagement with james.

“Tut TuT, your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy now would he?”

You replied with a lie, saying that he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore.

“so what is he then? apart from ugly.”

James said as he kept walking, the only was to describe his feelings towards you is loathing, unadulterated loathing.