This is my first "Harry Potter" story, my other two stories are "Gilmore Girls" one shots. It's been years since I've published anything here, but I hope you like it. Please take a minute of your time and leave me a short review, that would make my day.


He's been watching me for years.

At first it really creeped me out- I mean who does that? Why was it always him, watching my every move, every step I made? But somehow I felt protected, as if nothing could happen to me.

And I didn't even like him at first. He was arrogant, lazy – but still top of our class – and way too sure of himself. Of his looks and his skills, both as a Quidditch player and as a wizard.

He used to make fun of me. Sometimes he was cruel, playing tricks on me, annoying me with a new silly nickname for me every single week.

My friends told me he did all these things because he liked me.

"It's what boys do when they fancy a girl, but are too shy to admit it!"

Of course I didn't believe them- he "liked" me? Oh please…

But still… I couldn't help wondering. Why didn't these silly pranks stop? And why, oh why, did he always have to ask me out, even after I had declined his invitations for years?

Maybe he really did like me and everything he did, all the pranks, all the quarrels we had, was his way of expressing his … infatuation?

When our seventh year started and we were forced to spend time together as Head Boy and Girl, I was surprised that he had changed. Despite everything I had expected, he took his duty very seriously and the talks we had during our nightly patrols were fun. I never knew that he could be so kind. Charming, oh yes, he always knew what he had to do to get what he wanted. But during the time I got to spend with him, just him, just the two of us without our friends around, I felt as if got a glimpse of the real him. And I liked what I saw. A lot.

So here I was standing on the Hogwarts Grounds, just gazing at the Great Lake with the stars and the moon reflected on its surface. Remembering all the years I got to spend here, all the fun and the laughter. But lately, there had also been sad times, horrifying news arrived every morning with the arrival of the owls: Another attack, numerous deaths- I couldn't help but fear the dark times which were lying ahead of me.

When I heard soft steps behind me, slowly approaching me, I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. There was only one person, one man, whose sheer presence made me shiver. In a good way.

We didn't speak as he slowly put his arms around me and I was confronted with the comfort of his embrace. I loved the way he smelled, the way he made me feel.

But most of all I loved the way he made me feel safe.


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