A/N: You know every guy in the room was thinking it.
2: The Babe
Harry Potter sat down at the Gryffindor table and sighed. He was currently in his fourth year and the Triwizard Tournament was hanging over his head. People thought he relished being some hero figure, but really he just wanted to be left alone. He looked up at the other tables and couldn't help but notice the stunning Fleur was eying him with a weird look in her eye. OK, so maybe he didn't want to be left alone completely, but even in his sulkiness his hormones recognized a certified winner when it came around, and by winner I mean "babe."