He looked up from his book and watched her pass. Her cloak bounced softly with each light step she took. Their eyes met. His lit up. She noticed and smiled. He blushed. Time seemed to slow as she took those final steps that carried her away from him and up the steps into the girl's dorm. He sighed; wondering if he would ever have enough courage to ask out the red-headed girl that occupied his thoughts and stopped his breath when she passed. He couldn't do that to Ron. She was his sister for crying out loud… but she was nice, pretty, charming… maybe someday, but not now Harry vowed silently.