Author's note: Hi. I don't own anyone you recognize. Any characters/plot you are familiar with are from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling, although if you're here you probably know that... Hope you like the story :)
For the most part, I'm an eye girl. I'll crush on any guy with deep blue eyes, green eyes, or exceptionally hazel eyes. And nice hair. And cologne. I take that back, I just love men in general. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not a whore. I'm actually a very quiet, very average Hufflepuff. I've never dated a guy, never held hands with a guy, hell I don't even have any guy friends. I just crush on almost every guy I come into contact with. Unfortunately it's always been one-sided.
Every year it's the same old song and dance. I get a crush on some stupid boy, though some stupid twist of fate. First year it was Ken McCarthy, the super smart Ravenclaw who sat with me in Charms, we became friends but it faded after first year. I think tackling my friend, in front of him, to keep her from telling him I liked him might have been a factor. Second year it was Andrew Toole, a Gryffindor with eyes bluer than the ocean. I crushed on him for two years, and might have borderline stalked him. To my credit, I was young and, well. Fine I've got nothing. I'm an obsessive stalker. You are reading my diary though, so, you've got nothing either. Next was Anthony Nehme, an athletic Hufflepuff. He flirted with me a bit, but he transferred schools halfway through the year. Adam Swint, also a Gryffindor with blue eyes, drew a heart on my notes in class and then turned me down and mocked me in front of the entire Potions class when I asked him to Hogsmeade. And on and on and on it goes. Come to think of it, maybe I just have a thing for guys whose names start with A. The worst part is, I know how stupid and futile it is to try and get their attention. I have plain black hair that hangs halfway down my back, boring brown eyes, and light copper skin. My figure's not the best, but the real killer is my shyness. I'm fairly pretty, but I never get noticed because I'm so quiet. I swear, my animagus form would probably be a mouse, or a flobberworm. There are some really ugly Slytherins who get so much more attention just because they open their mouth (and sometimes other body parts, but that's another story). Somehow I gained the reputation of the weird, awkward Hufflepuff and no matter what I try, I can't get rid of it.
But this year it'll be different, because this year there will be no more useless boys and no more awkward Hufflepuff Anjali. I'm finished with pointless crushes, and I'm determined not to crush on anyone. It's my 7th year, and I'm going to let it all out. Watch out Hogwarts, here comes Anjali Bose.
Shit, that sounded so much more intense in my head.
AN: I need help deciding where this story should go, though it will take probably a good amount of time to get there, quick poll: should she get the guy or not? REVIEW PLEASE!