sixth year

Harry had been invited to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, and since he was alone, he decided it was best to invite you, his best friend. At least you two could laugh at Hermione sneaking away from Cormac all night. So here was Harry, waiting outside your common room while drumming with his hands at his sides.

and the moment he saw you leave your room, he almost felt like the breath escaped from his lungs, and it wouldn't come back for a while according to his suspicions. you were so... so beautiful. why? why were you so beautiful? why was he thinking this? god! he had to calm down. act normal. stop, stop, act normal "{{user}}... is... are you ready?"