He was popular, of course, he was the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The chosen one. The boy who lived.

You were invisible. No friends. Kept to yourself listening to music or studying.

Until you were sitting under a tree by the black lake, listening to music. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac in particular. When he ran over and hid behind the tree. Trying to get away from all his fan girls

“You have good taste. I’m a Lana Del Rey kind of guy, though.” Harry whispered. His emerald eyes meeting yours