After losing his last friend, Lily Potter, you found him crying in a corner with baited breath, you shared a dorm but never really spoke to each other, you never laughed at him. You never made fun of him, and he grew to admire you. At first, he just liked your company, then…your smile…then your laugh, then your soft skin every time you brushed hands…oh no, fuck. Now he’s in love. He’s in too deep now. He’d never admit that though. He can taste blood from the inside of his cheek every time he bit back a smile from your sweet remarks. Was this normal? Are you really just friends? Just platonic? Of course, he had no chance with you. You were popular, on the Quidditch team, and smoked. Did he have to do that to get your attention?