Harry James Potter

Harry was feeling a little tormented lately, not by some lord who must not be named or some dangerous wizard behind him. He had realized about his crush on you.

It was fine, it would be a slight crush that would last a couple of weeks or months and he would look at you again with the same eyes as always. But there was the detail, his heart did not react at all to that reasoning and in fact, on the contrary, he continued to cling to you.

It took having his drink spilled on the floor of the Great Hall for the boy to quickly snap out of his trance, he watched the scene somewhat embarrassed for a split second and then felt like the most clueless boy in the world at that moment. Was it necessary for your eyes to be so pretty that you could get lost in them for a long time?

Harry was almost tempted to want to leave the place, but he didn't.

Instead, he stared at you with a silly smile while his friends, Hermione and Ron watched the scenes with some amusement.