Ron and Harry sat in poof chairs, just before supper, reading. Harry looked up, and stared into the fire.
"Whassamatter, Harry?" Ron asked, concerned.
"I don't know. I should be used to this by now." said Harry, concentrating.
"Used to what?"
"You know, being famous, and followed everywhere."
"What's new with that?" Ron said, surprised at Harry's reaction to something he was usually oblivious to.
"I've been watching this girl in Ravenclaw at lunch. She just sits there, staring at me. It creeps me." said Harry, still thinking.
"Is this a Colin wannabe or something? Does he have her up to it?" Ron suggested, moving closer to the Common Room fire.
"I don't know. I doubt it. I don't think he'd want to share me with anyone. I'm sick of this."
"Why don't you just ask her why she likes to look at you? Maybe…she's nice. What's her name?"
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I should find that out, too. Would you come with me?"
"Sure. But why do you need me?" asked Ron, suspicious.
"Ron! Moral support!" Harry said, wide-eyed, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's about time to go then. Shall we?"
They opened the Common Room portrait hole, gave the password ("Anarchy"), and continued down the series of stairs. Ron followed Harry to the Great Hall and through the dungeons, towards dinner. Restless and hungry, they took seats by Hermione.
"What are you doing? Studying, perhaps?" Ron said, snarling.
"What's with you?"
"You never talk anymore. Could that be it?"
Hermione ignored him and summoned the juice jug towards her. ("Artical Venavra!")
"Ron, there she is." said Harry, catching the eye of the Ravenclaw girl.
"You ready to go?"
"Yeah. Come on." said Harry, bravely.
They walked through Hufflepuff to get to the girl. They approached her.
Harry started.
"May I ask why you always stare at me? It bothers me. Please stop."
The girl eyed Harry, eyes wide in shock. Harry walked away. He looked back over his shoulder. The girl had fainted.