It was the start of our 3rd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I see in the crowd of students on Platform 9 3/4, a patch of bright red.

The Weasleys'.

I instantly notice the unforgettable face of Ron Weasley. His expression pleased, as he was finally reunited with his best friends: Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age; Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Ron was almost never alone. It made me wonder if they went to the bathroom with him too.

I'm staring across into that red patch of Weasleys' and realize Ron had locked eyes with me. I immediately turned away, blushing like crazy.

What was I thinking?

I always find him on my mind. But it's stupid. It can never happen for us. I'm a Slytherin and he's a Gryffindor. Even just the thought of kissing him in public makes me feel so...

Amazing.

No. Embarrassing.

I need to get these thoughts away.

Just as I thought the battle in my mind was over, I see a spec of red detach from the rest of the pack. It was approaching me. My heart was racing so fast when I saw his handsome features coming towards me. I just about lost my breath when I saw him smile. Then I realized he was just so close. I just wanted to say something, something to-

CRASH

Somebody lost control of their trolley and rammed it into me. I hit the floor with such force, I just barely noticed Ron coming after me with a worried look.

"Are you alright?" he asked, with the deepest sympathy.

It was then that I realized how much pain I was in. I could barely answer the question.

"I- er.. don't.. know." was all I managed to croak.

My body just felt broken. I noticed a generous amount of blood spilling from my arm. That's when I noticed who hit me with their trolley.

Neville Longbottom was struggling to gather his items back on his trolley.

"I'm so sorry!" I kept hearing him say.

Ron was trying to help me up, despite the fact I couldn't move without yelling in pain.

He went out of his way to say hello but then ended up helping me. Why did he bother to help me? Does he like me?

Stop thinking about him like that. Lions don't go with Snakes.

Before I knew it, he was sweeping me off my feet, carrying me to the Hogwarts Express.

"W-what are you doing..?" I said, my face flushed. I felt so helpless.

"Helping you of course!" he said, as if it were obvious.

"But my trunk.." I said quietly.

"That's alright I got it." He waved his wand and my trunk was floating beside us.

"Once we're on the train, I can heal you." He smiled.

"Thanks but-"

"You're meeting someone else on the train?" He sounded like he knew this one.

"No but-"

"Then it's not problem. You can sit with me. Harry and Hermione are sitting somewhere else this train ride."

"Oh.." was all I managed.

As we arrived on the train, looking for seats, I felt eyes all over us. Probably wondering why I was injured and needed carrying. But mostly, they must be wondering why a Gryffindor and a Slytherin are even speaking.

We found and empty compartment and he laid me down on one seat. He then slid the door shut.

That's when I couldn't control my feelings anymore. He took my bleeding arm and healed it. There was still a throbbing pain and a scar. Seeing the pain in my eyes, he pressed his lips to my arm, his eyes on me as he did so. The butterflies in my stomach went wild.

"Better?" he asked, rubbing my scar gently.

I managed to nod, fighting back the urge to just kiss him.

"Now just the nasty bruises." He said with a frown.

Neville walked past, saw me in pain, and smiled an ashamed smile. We waved and smiled in return.

I hope Neville doesn't feel too bad. I was standing in a bad spot, gazing into those perfect eyes-

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of Ron's voice.

"Looking forward to the new year?" This sounded a lot like that trying-to-make-conversation type of voice.

"I guess, yeah."

After a few minutes of small talk, we got a little more comfortable. We were laughing and talking and smiling. Just then, Draco Malfoy and the rest of our Slytherin clan walked past, pausing at the sight of us.

I take it Draco felt humiliated. Everyone knew I broke off our relationship. We are pretty much best friends but still.. a SLYTHERIN breaking up with a fellow Slytherin then being with a GRYFFINDOR? People are so judgmental.

After they walked away, I realized Ron never noticed them there. Usually he was the first to take notice of them. But he seemed way too into our conversation about the Chudley Cannons.

But I found my mind wandering to him being worried about me. Helping me, healing me. And kissing me.

What do ya know. Gryffindors are brave.