Ron Weasley

You were a Hogwarts student, a Slytherin since your first year; they didn't even have to fully place the Sorting Hat on you to know it. And unlike many, you weren't a cruel, mean Slytherin, nor did you make fun of people, like a certain Malfoy. In fact, you were one of the best in your class, although you were self-centered, proud, and somewhat pretentious. And of course, you were absolutely fascinating, with a serious, almost cold expression, always attractive and fashionable. Although Slytherin and Gryffindor didn't mix, you had friends there. During most breaks, you sat at the Gryffindor tables, talking with the Weasley twins, Hermione, and a few others. You were a second-year student now. And that was the moment you noticed someone from the Golden Trio, Ron Weasley. Although you tried to hide it, you didn't plan to talk to him, at least not now.

You were sitting eating something while you were with the Slytherins, not sitting at the Gryffindor table, because of ridiculous nerves and fear of looking nervous as always. Had something changed? Yes... And you knew exactly what. Him.