A/N: I wanted to try this, no clue where it's going though, pray for me don't own anything
The first time he ever met his best friend was in after school detention, she sat in the front row, three desks ahead of him.
She was pretty.
Real pretty.
The type of pretty you wouldn't expect to see in fourth grade, let alone detention, like she was far ahead of her age group in the looks pretty, doe brown eyes, and long chocolate brown curls, Hermione Granger easily enraptured her class mates and teachers with her endearing looks and her sweet voice.
He has seen her plenty of times in school, but never had they or properly spoken to each other till now.
His face flushed red when she turned in her seat to look at him, catching him mid-stare, he couldn't help it when he broke out in a light sweat. She stared at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and a wicked grin growing on her face, if he wasn't nervous before he sure was now.
"Wanna get out of here?"
His hands were sweaty.
He tried to wipe them discreetly on his pants, but he's sure she noticed.
"H-how?" he was hypnotize by that smile, that glint in her eye seemed to grow, but, he managed to take his eyes off of her for a second to glance at the teacher at the board, when he looked back at her she was smiling.
That smile was malicious "Watch"
She turned back to facing the front, her hair blocking the view of her.
With a grace he has never seen (on anyone) she raised her arm to flick her hair over her shoulder before raising it.
"Mista Carry" the teacher turned to her, a disgruntle look present on his face, he grunted.
It was almost was like a switch was hit, she leaned foreward, resting her chin on her hands, and before she even finished pronouncing the first word, Warbucks was already nodding.
"So we can leave detention early then?" she asked as if she needed confirmation.
Mr. Carry said yes.
Percy could hardly believe it, and even though his cheeks flushed again, as she giggled and ran back to him to grab his hand and drag him out of his seat, he couldn't get the look of awe.
Sometimes he thinks he's in love with her, especially when she looks over her shoulder, her cheeks red like apples, a smile that literally seems to lighten the room, and blinds him, and she calls out his name, mid-laugh.
That's when it feels like his heart is soaring.
But...
That's also when he notices how perfect she is on the outside, and how imperfect she was on the inside, and he knows he's not in love.
He doesn't really mind.