I sat in the crook of a tree by the lake, doing so odd bit of homework. I was getting more and more distracted and could barely remember what subject it was for. It had something to do with magic…and wands. I couldn't concentrate. I slammed the book shut, and looked up. I could only barely see through the leaves, to glimpse a bit of blue. I knew he had to do his homework, but he couldn't. And I knew why. It was simple.
Victoire Weasley. We have known each other since we were kids. I was used to her being this cute little gap-toothed 10 year old that I used to tease about being younger. But suddenly, she had grown up. She looked…hot. Her blond hair and her blue eyes. And, her chest, oh god I feel so perverted! But she's so, oh god she is so hot!
She was sitting farther down the lake with a bunch of her friends. They were laughing at something. Probably me. I was acting like such a doofus. I just had to play it cool. Go over and talk to her. It shouldn't be that difficult. Except it wasn't, because her and her stupid chest were being too perfect.
Why am I thinking this?! She's little Victoire! We're best friends. It shouldn't be awkward to talk to your best friend, should it? Well, I guess it is when her stupid, wonderful chest is in the way. I just sat there staring at her, and then looking away when she looked in my general vicinity. I was trying to play it cool. And epicly failing.
I tried to focus on my homework again, but that wasn't working seeing as I couldn't figure out what it was for. I just kept on thinking about Victoire. I looked over at them. Oh god. They were coming cover here. I had to relax, they were probably just going back to the castle. I had to play it cool. Play it cool.
They passed by, all of the girls gabbing about some random gossip. Victoire was in the back of the group and wasn't really talking to anybody. I looked up at her, and tried to give her my most charming smile, but I'm pretty sure I looked like an idiot. She smiled back to me. It made my heart race. And, right as she was about to turn away, she winked at me. But, I didn't really notice. I was too bust staring at her chest.