Prolog.
It all started when I was 19 years old, a stupid, naive girl. I grew up surrounded by boys, I mean come on my too best friends are male, in a family full of girls, so yea its an understatement I grew up deferent, the black sheep of my family the tomboy.
I grew up thinking myself ugly, Harry and Ron always talking about girls, but just as every other male friend I made, they saw my as the brain of the trio and as they little sister. Its not that I was bother by that, I mean I love the guys also as my brothers, and I love how they went all protective on me... But I always wonder if I wasn't pretty enough to the male population, what did the other girls had that I was laking? And even when I said that I didn't need a boyfriend ore that I didn't want one, in the back of my mind I was always wondering why I didn't have one.
It all started to change when I finish Hogwarts and started college after the war, I wanted to be a healer and to help people, I was no idiot, dam I even fought in the stupid war, after all I wasn't a Gryfindor and Harry's best friend for nothing. I had seen the blood, the death, and the disease and I wanted to make it all better.
So you can understand my surprise when He started to notice me, and tell me if you have been in my place, wouldn't you have fallen for him too?