Year One

When she walked into the great hall I knew I was in trouble. At eleven years old she was already strikingly beautiful with her long red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. As soon as he saw her, his eyes followed her to the front of the hall and didn't leave her till she sat down at the Gryffindor table a few seats down from me. He took no notice of his Slytherin friends' teasing, acting as if he had never seen the girl before in his life. Of course this wasn't true- the two had met before- talked even! I'd witnessed it! And now the boy was drooling over her like she was some kind of Veela.

She was two years younger than him, and no other Slytherin boy would have imagined having a crush on a Gryffindor girl that childish. But he wasn't like any other Slytherin boy. In fact, I'm not quite sure why he was even sorted into that House in the first place. He and I had become friends after I had worked up the courage to speak to him, and he was nothing like any of the other beasts that House turned out. He certainly wasn't anything like my father had told me he would be- though I have beaten him on every test just like I promised!

My fears were confirmed when he went up to our table near the end of the feast and awkwardly said "Hi." He definitely fancied her. She giggled and returned his greeting before he walked away (looking quite pleased with himself, if I might add!). I waved to him as he left but he didn't notice.

Of course. This was just my luck. I'd spent two years trying to get that bloody Malfoy to notice me, and now all my cousin had to do to steal his attention was enter a room.