I DO NOT OWN RUPERT GRINT OR ANY OTHER PERSON OR THING OTHER THAN ASLYN WHO IS PURLY FICTIONAL!

Summer Love

Chapter one.

I met Rupert when I was only seven years old; of course at the time I had no idea that he would one day become famous. I had been on a trip to London with my grandmother (who I called Grams) and we had rented a house for the summer. It was fairly small, 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a living room/kitchen, but it was all thw two of us needed.

I had always been boy crazy, but when I saw Rupert my little heart did flip-flops. He had ginger hair that complemented his sky blue eyes perfecly, I thought he was gorgous. At the time I was still very shy. So naturally the first thing I did when I saw him was move behind my grand mother to hide. She being the talkative person she was started a conversation with his mother.

After about ten minutes of chit chat Grams had made a deal with her. We would baby-sit Rupert four days a week while his mom was at work, starting that day. When we entered the house again, I turned towards him.

"Hi, I'm Aslyn." I said blushing.

"I'm Rupert." He replied back.

"How old are you?"

"Nine."

"I'm seven."

"Your pretty." I turned even more red at that statement.

That was the start of a beautiful friendship. Over the summer he and I grew very close, playing hide and seek and getting into trouble. But it all came to an end much too soon.

"Ruppy-" That had become my nickname for him. "-I'm going home tomorrow." I said in a sad tone.

"I know." He said, his sadness matching mine.

"Are we ever gonna see each other again?"

"I don't know." I frowned at this.

Just then a thought, well more like an idea, popped into my little had.

"Rupert, close your eyes."

He did as I asked. I put my hands on his shoulders, slowly stood on my toes, and pressed my lips to his. I Pulled back quickly and saw that his eyes were popping out of his skull.

Before ether of us had time to say anything his mother, who had just arrived, pulled him towards the door. I thought I would never see him again. Life has a funny way of surprising you sometimes.