So, this is my first story here and I don't really get a **** of it … but I think it worked now … I wrote this story for a 15 chapter challenge I had with two friends of me :D anyhow … here it is!

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Rule one: Don't be desperate, he won't notice

"Jenny?" I heard a far distanced voice calling my name. I blinked a few times and shook my head, "Thank God you're not staring or anything," my best friend, Jasmine, said sarcastically, "why do you keep staring at the prat, I mean … okay, he did get away from You-know-who's attempts to kill him and he's practically the school mascot, the hero of the quidditch fields, the crush of every girl at this school and Dumbledore's all time favorite, but beside that, he's just a normal, average boy."

"Perfectly put," I said dreamy, not able to get my eyes off of him. I am Jenny, Harry Potter's fifty-thousandth fan, who is hopelessly in love with the boy. Don't see me as a threat; I don't stand a chance anyway. I don't even think he knows I'm in the same year as he is. We're both in the 6th year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as soon as we are graduated, we get married … I wish. I sighed with my chin rested on my arms, which were crossed over my textbook.

"Is she dreaming again?" Melody, one of my other friends, asked.

"Again," was Jasmine's only answer.

"Don't blame me!" I murmured defensively when I felt the slightly annoyed glances of the girls burning at the back of my head, "It's not like I can choose who I fall in love with."

I was the kind of girl who was so in love that if I had to choose between breathing and loving, I would use my last breath to tell him I loved him.

"Honey," Melody tried again, I knew what was coming, she had said this so many times. I had lost count at twenty-seven. Either I lost count, or I just stopped listening. "Why do you keep dreaming, he doesn't want you. He doesn't seem to want anybody," she said it almost frustrated. There was a little silence between us, "you could almost say that if he hadn't dated Cho, he would swing the other way." There was mockery in her voice but also a slight undertone of doubt.

"Rita Skeeter would love to have that headline," Jasmine said, she loved gossip. No, she worshipped it, a big fan of everything coming from Skeeter's Quick Quotes Quill as I may say, "The boy-who-lived becoming the boy-who-lived-on-the-other-side," she murmured dreamily.

We laughed. "You're crazy," I pointed out.

"Look who's talking?!" Melody laughed, "You're the bitch who's madly in love!"

"When love is not madness, it's not love," I said poetically.

"You should stop reading prehistoric novels," Jasmine said, "You start talking like them, before you know it, you start dressing like them."

"Like the books?"

"You know what I mean!" Jasmine snapped. She didn't like it when I used her own words against her, which, of course, just made it more of a challenge, "like the characters in the book that is."

I winked at Melody, who smiled at me, "Oh, now I get it," I said, like really didn't understood what she meant. Jasmine sight and made a "tut" sound.

"Girls, are you still paying attention?" Professor Flitwick asked sternly.

"Of course, professor," Melody said angelic.

"Bootlicker," we murmured. I gave up paying attention and continued staring at my obsession. He wielded with his wand, not paying attention to what the wand produced—a gooey green mass—and being more interested by what Hermione Granger had to say.

Frankly, I was jealous of the bitch. I didn't like her; she just belonged in Ravenclaw. Like she was only in Gryffindor to brag about how clever she was, while she was only a bit better than the rest of us who do were in Ravenclaw.

Like she knew I was watching her and thinking of a perfect hex to get her away from this school without being expelled myself, she turned her head and looked me straight in the eyes. I pulled up an eyebrow and looked at her like she was not even worth standing on. Luckily she felt for me what I felt for her. At least one part of the Golden Trio returned my feelings.

I pulled up my nose and looked arrogantly at Jasmine and pretended to watch what she was writing—nothing—but as soon as Granger had turned her head back to Weasley to whom she was yelling before she got distracted, I continued to stare at Harry.

I sighed and dreamed that I was the one who was part of the Golden Trio in stead of that Granger girl. I would fit that much better. I had already come up with thousand reasons, though, but none of them seemed convincing or good enough for him. Nothing was good enough for him, even heaven wasn't good enough for him, he was perfect. More than perfect.

I got abruptly awakened from my daydream when Melody grabbed the hair on the top of my head and shook it, 'wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Class's dismissed. I'm afraid the only one who will kiss you awake will be Mark.'

I shot up and looked around, looking for Mark. He was also in Ravenclaw and he was ugly, there just wasn't a different, more delicate way to put it. It was a creep … and he was in love with, as you might have guessed, me.

We followed the crowed out of the classroom, to the Great Hall. As usual there was a big jam at the stairs; those first years will never learn just to walk up a stair, in stead of waiting to see where it would go. Downstairs is downstairs, you will always end on the ground floor and if not, you're in the dungeons. One fight of stairs up and you're back on the ground floor.

"Come on people, walk! It ain't that hard!" I said grumpily.

"Tell me about it, annoying eleven-year-olds." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked over my shoulder to see Harry standing right behind me. I smiled at him, barely able to stay on my feet. "No matter what they tell me, we weren't like that," he added, looking over my head to the big crowd.

"Seriously, dude!" I agreed, "I mean, we weren't that tiny back than, either! Everyone says it's because 'we are growing'," and I made quote marks in the air, "but I have stopped growing like two years ago and last year that came here!" And I hold my hand at the height of my shoulder.

He looked at my hand and back to my face with an adorable smile on his face, "and what height do they have now?" Without saying anything or looking away from his face, I let my hand drop several inches. He laughed.

I had never thought talking to him would be that easy. It amazed me. There was a silence and I was afraid he would start talking to his friends again.

"Did you really stop growing two years ago?" I was taken aback from his sudden question.

"Beg y' pardon?" I asked fast. He repeated his question. "Well, I think I have grown a little over the last four years, but it won't be much.

"Harry?" My most favorite person cut in. Harry looked around to see Hermione beckon him.

"Have to go, bye," he said and before and I could say anything he walked away.

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