It was a particularly warm afternoon in September, he had just started his 7th year at Hogwarts and Harry already had homework piling up. He was sitting against a big tree that cast shadows on him and his two friends who were sitting cuddled up together. Harry tried to concentrate on the Transfiguration essay he was trying to write, he chewed on his quill, deep in thought. Ron and Hermione murmured nice things to each other and Harry sighed as he put his parchment, inkwell, and quill in his bag. Harry took off his jumper, adjusted his position so that he was lying down on the grass, and placed his folded jumper under his head. Harry glanced at the viridian hue colored leaves that concealed most of the bright blue sky then closed his eyes and relaxed, for a while that is. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep he felt something very light land on top of his chest. He sat up and blinked rapidly, he picked up what appeared to be a piece of parchment folded to be a little bird, a little crane to be exact. Harry turned to his friends, and they looked back at him, both parties puzzled. Harry started unfolding the crane, being careful as to not rip the fragile paper. The beautifully curved, elegant handwriting read:

"Harry Potter,

I really do not know why I am writing this. At the time I knew exactly what to write this seemed like a good idea, but now what I am actually writing this, it seems really stupid. Ugh. You are beautiful, I admire everything about you. I admire you from your messy black hair and sparkling green eyes to how you wear such ugly glasses and the weird scar on your forehead. I love the way you call the nest-looking mess on top of your head a hairstyle, and I admire the way your forest-green eyes sparkle, gleam, or light up and look like the two of the finest emeralds in the world. I absolutely love the way you're so clumsy and can't manage potions at all. How graceful you are when riding your broom is extraordinary, you are the pure definition of grace and beauty. Excuse my strange rambling, Harry.

Thank you for reading,

Anonymous."

Harry looked up at his two friends as he finished reading the letter. "So," Ron said stretching the o, "What was it about? Who was it from? Was it more fan mail? Ugh, didn't you cast a charm that didn't allow any sort of cursed or enchanted letters near you?" he bombarded Harry with more questions but Harry didn't pay any attention to Ron, he was deep in thought. This didn't seem like the regular fan mail, he could tell that from the fact that Potter was scribbled out and instead there stood his first name. Now he had a hint, it was definitely a Slytherin who wrote that, since Slytherins were the only people who called him by his last name. Harry felt someone poke his side with something sharp and immediately snapped back into reality, Ron was poking Harry's side with his wand. "Huh? Oh! Right, yeah I placed the charm, yeah this is definitely fan mail. Whatever, it's just the usual stuff." Harry lied and put the letter in his bag, he was curious as to who wrote it. Ron shrugged and went back to talking to Hermione about what a good team the Chudley Cannons are. Harry stood up, stretched, picked up his jumper and bag and announced that he was going back to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry was in one of those lazy moods where you don't feel like doing anything since it's a warm, calm day. Harry walked across the beautiful permanent green light colored grounds of the Hogwarts fields, he saw a few kids playing around at the Quidditch pitch and became interested, so he turned and went there. The tiny, blurry, flying people became defined and he could recognize some of themas he went closer. First, there were Dean and Seamus flying right next to each other, holding hands as per usual, then there was Neville, which wasn't exactly usual, Harry assumed he was just trying to catch sight of any strange or rare plant. There were a few 3rd, 4th and 5th years from all houses that Harry didn't recognize, and there were loads of small groups of friends sitting on the stands and either just sitting out and enjoying the sun or the groups were made up of study buddies who helped each other with assignments or just studying. Then there was Malfoy and his two best friends, Zabini and Parkinson. Draco Malfoy, he looked particularly beautiful to Harry today. The sleeves of his tight-fitting, white shirt were rolled up to his elbows exposing his snow white forearms, his platinum hair gave off a pearlescent golden shine, and his smirk looked rather pleasant today as he displayed it to his two friends after saying something.

Harry walked into the pitch and sat in the shaded corner of the stands, he just watched people fly around the pitch until he caught a certain blonde's attention. The beautiful, blonde locks whipped about his face as he descended on his broom to the spot in stands where Harry was sitting, he flew past Harry quickly, managing to snatch Harry's glasses. Harry heard Malfoy and his friends snickering, he rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny, Malfoy" Harry remarked sarcastically, "Your joke is funny, now, please give me back my god damn glasses." He heard a soft swoosh and felt his glasses drop onto his lap "Now, if you would mind," said Harry "Sod off, Malfoy. I was having a nice afternoon before you showed up." Parkinson and Zabini appeared in front of him in fractions of a second "But that wouldn't be any fun at all, now would it?" said Zabini and gave Harry a crooked smirk and shot a cold yet playful look at him. "Yeah, letting you go and enjoy your day wouldn't be any fun at all for us," Parkinson backed him up with an evil glint in her dark eyes. Harry glared at both Zabini and Parkinson and then he felt his bag be lifted, but he however, did not react fast enough in order to stop Malfoy from stealing it and then flying out of Harry's reach. Harry sighed in frustration and muttered "I bloody hate you three," then Harry stood up and walked to the broom closet. Soon enough the three Slytherins got bored of playing throw and catch with Harry's bag so they sneakily put it on top of the Hufflepuff watchtower.

When Harry finally felt solid ground once again it was already almost dinner time and he was extremely sweaty with his jet black locks of wavy hair sticking to his face, forehead, and scalp. Harry breathed very heavy trying to catch his breath as he walked to the broom closet to put away his broom. Harry sighed as he opened the broom closet's door and then his heart sank to his heels, there was a cloaked figure standing in the closet. Harry felt two strong arms on either one of his shoulders and yelped in surprise and fear, the cloaked figure leaped at him and he screamed and fell backwards with a loud thump as he hit the ground. Soon enough the three Slyhterins were laughing and high fiving each other, all three then walked away. Harry stood up, put away his broom, and started going back to the Gryffindor dorms.

When Harry got to the Gryffindor dorms he muttered the password, climbed the steps up to the boys' dormitories, dropped his bag not caring that most of its contents spilled out, and collapsed on his bed.

After a while of lying down he decided he would take a quick shower before going to the Great Hall, seeing as dinner was in about 20 minutes. Harry walked into the bathroom and shooed out Dean who was frantically fixing and refixing his hair with a quick "You've been dating Dean for three years, I honestly don't think he cares, Seamus." Harry locked the door and took off his clothes, simply dropping them on the floor. Harry stepped into the warm stream of water and forgot about everyone and everything for a while as the water increased temperature, and the now-hot droplets of water streamed down his body. Harry stepped out of the shower and wiped the steaminess off his glasses as he put them on. Harry slicked his hair back, dried himself off with a towel, and wrapped it around his waist as he headed back to the dormitory. Harry got dressed and knew by the empty dorms that it was already dinner time. He walked through the empty, cold castle and felt lonely for a moment, just then he walked right into someone. "Watch where you're going, Potter" hissed Malfoy as he rubbed his shoulder. "Sorry," Harry muttered distantly and continued thinking of how his existence did not matter that much. "Potter, are you in your right mind? Did Pansy scare you to insanity? Was my shoulder too harsh on your small, mushy brain?" Draco said both surprised and sarcastic, Harry instantly snapped back to reality. "Sod off Malfoy," Harry snapped, "I was thinking of something else," but Draco was already disappearing behind the doors of the Great Hall with a scoff and what sounded like "Bloody Potter".

Harry stood outside the doors for a moment and processed what happened, he had just walked into Draco Malfoy. He pondered whether that was a good thing or not, at least he didn't punch Harry for walking into him, so that was a start. Harry dismissed those thoughts and walked into the Great Hall. His ears immediately filled with loud, animated chatter, his nose filled with the smell of food, and his eyes were pained by the bright lights. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ron and Hermione, they both stared at him with puzzled looks, a few other people shot a few quizzical looks at him, but he ignored all and loaded food onto his plate. All three ate in silence, until Harry heard Ron yelp and Hermione clear her throat. "So, Harry, mate, where were you all day?" Ron said awkwardly, "Did a fan kidnap you or something? Haha, Hermione and I couldn't find you anywhere." Harry heard the subtle worry in his tone under those jokes, "Nothing really eventful, just the silver trio over there," he nodded his head towards the slytherin table and he swore he saw Draco look at him for a brief fraction of a second, "took my bag and played throw and catch with it, then they made me chase them for it and then they hid it on the hufflepuff watchtower." He sighed and looked at the Slytherin table with a sad expression on his face, and he felt the other's grey eyes burn into his green ones, Harry looked down at the table and broke eye contact. Neither one of the three said any words after that.

After dinnertime had ended, they went back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione read books and studied, Ron challenged a bunch of 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years to games of chess, and Harry sat on the armchair and stared into the fire. Soon enough Harry got tired of people trying to talk to him or asking him if he's ok so he just went up to the boys' dorm. There he was greeted by the contents of his bag spilled out on the floor and the letter from earlier that day which he had completely forgotten about. He read it over and over again, and realized that this letter was different from his regular fan mail. This letter focused more on how beautiful and graceful, while regular mail focused more on how 'hot' he was and on his fame. He sighed and lied down on his bed, he took off his grasses and thought about who could've sent him the letter, and about how tomorrow was a Monday and he had classes. Harry eventually dozed off, still in his school clothes.