"You're drooling again," Allison said.
I snapped out of my daydream and turned to glare at my best friend. "I was not," I muttered.
"You were, and I think he even noticed this time." Allison replied. I snapped my head to the side to glare at her.
"You're not serious are you? He couldn't have. I was even staring for that long." I replied.
"You were, and you just admitted it," She smirked to herself. Damn it.
I Whined, "You can't possibly blame me. You've seen him play quidditch, you've seen the abs!" I thought back to practise last week. Being on the Gryffindor quidditch team with him, did have its upsides. I may only play the sport because my father forced it upon me, but some good things do come out of it. For example, our captain, the blood-wanting veela, Dominique Weasley, made us do 20 laps! That's TWENTY laps around the pitch.
I admit tho, after around the 7th lap it became more interesting when Potter ditched his shirt. So for the rest of the excruciating 2 hours was spent jogging in a daze behind him. I sighed to myself, remembering the sweat dripping from his lower back.
"-And here we are again ladies and gentleman, with the one and only Tallulah Wood daydreaming about a certain Albu- ARGGGH"
And that was around the time I returned from Albusland and tackled my soon to be dead best friend to the ground.
Thank you, thank you very much.
"Are you crazy? Someone could hear you!" I whisper yelled at her.
"Not like it matters anyway, it's pretty obvious that you're in love with Albus Potter." She replied easily. "And besides, if they didn't before, they do now, as you did just attack me in the middle of the great hall."
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
I slowly turned my head back to my fellow Gryffindors. Some were laughing, some were cringing in pity, and others were glaring. I glared right back at those bitches. (The Albus Potter Fan Club.)
I very slowly and cautiously turned to look at the gorgeous man himself. He winked.
HE WINKED.
I think I just died and went to heaven.