Author's note: I'm a Spanish ficker practising my English. Sorry if there are any mistakes. The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling.

Almost

Harry… His name is like savouring a round sweet.

Only he makes her feel that way. When she sees him walking through the corridors she imagines what would be like to be with him, to feel his arms around her waist and his warm lips moving over hers. She almost can feel the touch of his fingers over her skin, she almost can smell him, hear their hearts beating together.

Almost

Only he makes her feel like a real girl.

"Hello, Harry", she says, with a flirting smile, when he walks near her.

He smiles back, but his smile is short and embarrassed. A fifteen years old boy smile.

"Hi, Myrtle"

When she sighs thinking of him, she almost feels the air.

End.