A/N: Hello, everyone! :) Yes, this is my first fan fiction on here! I just got done reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and then started reading the beginning of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and while I was reading, I got the sudden idea for this one shot! It's set during one of Harry's little walks during his month at the Dursley's in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I thought Harry deserved a little happiness while being there. ;) Anywho, I know it's short, but if anyone likes this, please review, because if you do, I'll write a second part to it! I have ideas for it, but if no one likes it, then I'll probably just delete this. Works either way, though. Alright, later, everyone! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, nor do I own any characters, besides Annabel. The rest belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling! :)

A fairly skinny boy no older than fifteen, with untidy black hair, dazzling emerald eyes, black, rounded spectacles, and an odd lightening shaped scar on his forehead, was walking down one of the many streets of Surrey, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his overly large trousers. Not far behind, a girl looking around the same age was walking briskly, her arms folded over her chest, the wind blowing her chocolate-y brown hair behind her shoulders. Both had rather glum expressions, but no one would notice this – for everyone is too busy with their own troubles to bother asking for someone else's.

A frown on her heart shaped face, her arms still crossed, she began walking even faster, checking the time on her watch. She knew she would be late getting home, she knew that she was going to end getting beaten later that night; there was no doubt in her mind.

Lack of paying attention, her mind elsewhere, she bumped into the back of something – more like someone – sending them hurtling forward a bit. She gasped, "Oh, my, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" She grabbed onto the stranger's arm, helping them regain their balance. "Gosh, I'm truly sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she explained sheepishly, as the stranger turned around.

The boy looked down at the short girl; he was taken aback by how beautiful she was – with her heart shaped face, almond shaped, brown eyes, and full, light pink lips. He didn't know exactly what to say; he was lost in her beauty, and all he could think to do was smile.

"Um, are you alright?" she repeated herself, wondering why he hadn't said anything. She stared up at him more intently now, noticing how amazing his eyes were. "Whoa," she said absentmindedly, "you have amazing eyes."

Her words brought him out of his daze and he chuckled slightly. "Um, well, thanks."

"Oh, did I just say that aloud?" she asked, clamping a hand over her mouth, as if she had said something foul. "I'm sorry," she blushed, "I wasn't really thinking. And are you alright? You never answered-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured her, smiling once more. "I'm Harry, by the way." He stuck his hand out in her direction, wanting to know how her hands felt – he imagined them to be soft and warm.

And right Harry was, when she took his hand in hers, her blush deepening. "I'm – um – I'm Annabel," she said quietly.

"Lovely name," he said without thinking, just as she had done before.

"Thanks." She suddenly remembered why and how she had bumped into him; she had been rushing to get home. "Um, well, Harry, I have to go now."

"Oh." He frowned, pulling his hand from hers – grudgingly – and scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, uh, it was nice meeting you," Annabel told him honestly, a small smile on her lips.

"You too," was all he said.

"Well, bye, Harry!" She ran off into the night, throwing her jackets hood over her head, just noticing the rain that had begun falling.

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her walk away.