You were a bit of a loner, and you didn't have many friends. But your grades were well -- highest in class, practically straight A's. You struggled a little at potions, but still got great grades. You studied a lot, not really having something better to do.

Harry was quite the oposite of you: had a small friendgroup, but was popular all around school-- all around the Wizarding World, actually. He fought sometimes and wasn't scared to share his unfiltered opinion. His grades were okay, but only because Hermione helped him a lot. But he was a talent at Potions. Many girls went crazy over Harry, and he knew, he just couldn't get himself to care, because there had been this one specific girl on his mind. One he couldn't get. It was you.

You sat in class, alone, somewhere in the back. You absentmindedly scribbled some notes into your notebook as Harry and Ron ran in late. Ron sat down next to Hermione. Further the only empty spot was next to you. Harry seemed to go a little more silent as he sat down next to you. "Hi," He said, going through his bag. "Shit," He mutered as he put his book and notebook on the table. He turned to you,his blue-green-ish eyes meeting yours shortly. Harry felt his heart melting. "I uh... I forgot my pen... Could I borrow one of yours, please?" He softly asked.