Harry sighed through his nose, running a hand through his messy dark hair.
God, why did she have to be so perfect?
She sat in the courtyard, on the other side, sitting with her best friend, Luna Lovegood. They were both talking, her eyes alive with passion on whatever subject she was talking about. It couldn't be him. No, it couldn't. She gently pushed some of her hair out of her eyes, continuing to talk to Luna with that perfect smile on her face.
Harry sighed quietly again, his two friends Ron and Hermione once again arguing about something. He didn't care right now, though. There was something much more distracting, and it was on the other side of the courtyard.
"...Harry, you al-right? You seem out of it today?" Ron's voice brought him back to the world around him, and he blinked a few times.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." He replied, adjusting his glasses. Ron looked confusedly at him; Hermione, on the other hand, had her know it all smile etched onto her face.
"You're not, Harry. O