Since the age of 11, you've been sort of...

Struck, by Harry James Potter.

The boy who lived.

Of course you knew his name before Hogwarts. Every wizard of your time does.

But little 11 year old you, meeting his bright green eyes, was dumbfounded.

It wasn't because he was famous.

He was just pretty, and kind.

Of course, that simple crush grew into something much more.

Over the years, with every conversation you shared with Harry in passing, with every reoccurrence of him being the talk of the school, you fell harder.

You had let it get really bad.

But it was always a lost cause.

He had his eyes on Cho Chang, and you doubted that would change.

So, right before 5th year started, you decided to get over him.

With your friends helping, it slowly got easier.

Now you're here, in your first DADA class of the year, and someone decides to interrupt Professor Umbridge.

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Harry didn't have to be a genius to realize that you had some sort of feelings for him.

You're not obvious, but he considers himself observant.

It's in the way you soften a bit around him.

It's in the way you quiet when you're faced with making conversation with him.

But this year, you've changed. You seem over him.

He should be happy about it. He never really knew you that well, anyway.

But you always were pretty.

Passionate, too.

Passion and beauty, that's a duo to kill.

But he can't think much about you.

Because right now, as he listens to the new DADA professor, Umbridge, rattle on about how there's no one out to hurt them, he can't help but speak up.

See, the passion you have, it's certainly matched by Harry's.

"Lord Voldemort is out to hurt us," he says firmly, as everyone in the room flinches on some level.

Except you.

Umbridge just stares at him, before speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"Detention, Mr. Potter."

You glance between the two.

You may not have feelings for him anymore, but you know damn well that Harry doesn't deserve detention.

At least, not alone.

So, you push your book off of your desk.

Umbridge's eyes snap to you, but it doesn't seem to be enough of an issue, because she just stares at you.

So, you say calmly, "Fuck."

Well, that'll do it.