Prologue
It all started at my first feast. I had just been sorted into the house if bravery - Gryffindor - and I told myself that's what I needed to be - brave.
He sat down next to me after he had been sorted, and started up a friendly conversation. I liked him then. Later on, I remembered that feast, and wondered how I could have ever thought him arrogant.
Fifth year. He was over by the trees, and I couldn't help staring at him through the strands of hair faling over ny face. He looked over at me, and I blew them away, turning back to the lake. He's so hot. I almost didn't want to get involved when I heard the shouts of Severus. I shook my head, reminding myself that looks don't matter, and he's really just a bully.