Rose rolled her eyes for the tenth time that morning.

"Stop looking at me like that," Rose warned Blaise.
"Like what?" Blaise asked innocently for a second, before immediately returning to that condescending look.
"That! You've been at it the whole day and I can't seem to figure out why, and that is making me angry," she said.
"Oh, you know why …"

Rose had indeed known why he was giving her those looks the whole day. After all, it was a day after Harry Potter's revelation that he, surprisingly, did not object to the idea of fleshy women. And as much as that was likened to clouds making way to glorious sunlight after a terrible storm to Rose, she wasn't sure what to do about it, and she wasn't even sure whether she should do something about it in the first place.

Why should I?

"Aren't you going to do something about this Potter revelation?" Blaise asked.
"Like what?"
"Talk to him, ask him out, get to know him – I don't know, just do something about this! This thing, this opportunity was thrown right into your open arms, Rose. So come on. It's about time."
"About time? It's only been a day!" Rose looked at him incredulously and laughed.
"A day, of course," he looked at her with narrowed eyes, "I was talking about this absolutely maddening and crazy infatuation towards Potter – how long have you had it for?"

That, certainly wasn't only for a day. It had been going on for months. She was probably halfway in love with him already and she hadn't even spoken to him for more than three minutes. To make matters worse, he was constantly in her dreams. And in aforementioned dreams, they were always of the … sensual nature. Dreams of them snogging the daylights out of each other (though for some reason whenever Rose kisses dream-Potter's lips, his lips would have the texture of gummi bears and she would constantly be scared of kissing them off. Occasionally though, during those really intense times, she did kiss them off. And then she would wake up.), them fiddling with each other's buttons during kisses against the walls of Hogwarts after hours and dreams – oh yes, those dreams where her hands would be skimming, skating and tracing through his shoulder blades while resting below him, him in between her legs – rutting, bumping, grinding … and she would wake up with a sense of loss, a strong feeling of longing, and of course – let's not forget the heat and ache between her thighs.

"Rose."

What is the point, really? It's not like he would ever look my way or take a second look at me. I can't even bear to see myself naked, what makes Blaise think that Potter would even appreciate that image – of course, assuming that we get to that stage, even. Oh, what am I saying? We'll never reach any stage because this is definitely a lost cause from the very beginning. I'm just …

At that thought, the image of Rose's idiot former boyfriend kissing another girl came to mind – replaying like a shit drama episode. It stung. Her chest permeated with a painful throb and Rose pursed her lips.

Just not good enough.

"Rose!" Blaise called, this time louder.

Rose sighed. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, smiling at Blaise sweetly.

"What would you have me do, Blaise?" I turned to him right in front of the door of next class, "Go up to him and say 'Hello, Harry. For these past few … for these past many months, I've realized that I seem to have developed an intense fondness towards you – a crush, if you may call it. And after having heard your revelation that you actually don't mind chunky girls like myself, I thought – hey, why not? I like you, and you like chunky girls so … yeah, how about a date sometime?"

Blaise was grinning from ear to ear, eyes shining.

"That was brilliant. Now do you think you'll be able to remember what you just said word for word?"
"Well, I could always write it down and practice for I don't know, never? Because I think it won't – oomph!"
Before Rose could finish her sentence and before she realized what had happened, she was unceremoniously pushed by Blaise and landed hard in someone's arms, before falling onto the ground with said someone.

"Whoa!" said person cried out at the impact.

Rose immediately lifted her head from the person's chest and looked up, into … devastatingly green eyes.
Harry Potter.

Immediately, her heart went batshit crazy and started leaping so hard she was afraid he'd be able to feel it against his chest despite the thick layers of their clothing.

"I, I, I umm … I'm … well, you, I," Rose began but failed, and ended up stammering gibberish into Harry Potter's amused face, "I … I am -"
"Sorry?" he grinned.

Rose regained her bearings at that.
"Yes, yes, I am so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to knock you off your feet."

Rose, realizing her double-meaning sentence, began blushing furiously.
Potter, of course, took no notice of the other meaning of her sentence, and laughed good-naturedly.

"It's alright. I suppose now you'd want to get off?" he asked, staring straight into her eyes.

Rose's eyes widened at that and almost gasped.

Harry Potter, how straight to the point!
Rose continued to stare at him in surprise, at his suggestion of wanting to get off! Oh my, oh my, oh my!

Potter raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Well?"
"What?" she asked, her eyes unable to avoid from flickering between his eyes and lips.

I wonder if they really are like gummi bears? Would they taste like it, too?

"Well, I could stay under you all day -"

Again, with the double meaning! How very suggestive!

"But we really need to get to Potions before the Snape punishes us all, don't you think?" Potter grinned.

Just then, as if somebody just hit her at the side of her head with a hammer – she realized that she was being an idiot! She was imagining the suggestiveness, like her usual idiotic self!

"Oh, right! Right, right, right!" She began to get up from him, on the verge of scalding her face from the heating of the absolute embarrassment.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Rose!

She held out her hand to him once she was on her feet and he took it – a strong, firm, grip as he lifted himself.

"Thanks," he grinned again, dusting his robes.
"I'm sorry, Potter, I just -" Rose picked up her books and handed Potter's ones to him. She looked around for any signs of Blaise. He had disappeared. The nerve of him. Sheesh, "Blaise just, I don't know what was wrong with him, he just kind of pushed me."
"Oh?" He looked at Rose amusedly, "You two get on really well, don't you?"
"Yeah, we do … I mean we're best friends and all."
"Just best friends?" He smiled, arranging his books.
"Yes, I don't think of Blaise that way, that'd just be weird – plus, I'm more interested in yo -"

Rose stopped herself before she could blurt the word 'you' and make it one of the worst and unluckiest days of her life.

"In … in yogurt," she finished lamely.
"Yogurt," Potter repeated.
"Yes."
"Interesting. You really like food."
"I do, can't you tell?" She said wryly.

He grinned that grin again.

"Let's get to class, Snape's coming 'round the corner."
"Alright. Later," Rose nodded and left with her head hung low, ready to give Blaise a great big smack.

As predicted, she did give Blaise a great big smack and she was unable to concentrate on Potions that day. She had her head in the clouds, all the while staring at the back of Potter's unruly, sexy, jet black hair – and watching his fingers flex and clench around his hair.

"So, a rest before seeing you for dinner in two hours?" Blaise told her as they exited the classroom at the end of the class.

"Right, right," she agreed, imaging the plethora of food that would appear right in front of her eyes for dinner.

Though, nothing looked as good as the image right in front of her.

Which was Harry Potter.

Making his way towards … her?

She looked around to see that nobody was near hear, including Blaise who had fled into his den in the common room.

So … Harry Potter was …?

"Hello, Rose," Potter grinned.
"Hey, umm … Harry," she said, confused. "Potter."

He shook a book in his hand before handing it to her.
"Hmm?" Rose asked.
"Well, earlier on when we collided, I realized that I accidentally took one of your books – I already had a copy of Divination in my bag so obviously this one's yours."
"Oh, right! Thank you," Rose nodded and took it, smiling at him gratefully.
"You're welcome," he said.
"I'll see you at dinner, then," Rose said.
"Definitely."
"Right," she ducked her head and turned around, feeling extremely self-conscious about her gigantic arse.

Walk properly. Walk properly. Walk properly.

"Rose."

She turned towards Harry Potter's voice from behind her.
"Yes, Harry?" she asked his form, still standing in the same spot.

"A date sometime, would be nice, like you said," Potter grinned, "I'll see you soon."

With that, he turned and walked away – oblivious to what was unfolding right behind him.

A jaw had dropped all the way to the floor.

And it was Rose's.

He had heard her earlier on.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. He heard me.

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