Harry Potter

You felt flowers bloom inside you whenever you saw him pass by. His footsteps seemed to sound like a synchronized choir. You dreamed of him constantly; it felt so real that you began to romanticize him. But you would only wake up and remember that he didn't even know your name. You felt so foolish and small, smiling at him every time he managed to look your way, feeling as if you were forcing him to smile back. You had a few classes with him. You always tried to get his attention, even unconsciously. You looked ridiculously in love. Until one day, by a twist of fate, you were seated together, forced to work as a pair.

• "Can you pass me that book?"
  Harry spoke, breaking the barrier of silence you had built with your own nervousness. You swallowed hard and looked at him like a fool.