Thank you so much for reading this. I hope you love my characters, I know you're waiting for some to appear, they will, I swear. Since now, more characters will be introduced, remember to review letting me know your favorite pairings, so I can (maybe) change some to please you. I hope you like the Abby bit, it was actually a joy to write it. Enjoy.

How Abby got asked out (for the first time)

Poppy

"I want a change" I tell Cassie as we lave Astronomy, the only subject Revenclawas and Slytherin have together.

"A change" she repeats making her way through the crowd by pushing quite roughly.

I wince and she purses her brown lips.

"Man up, Moore" she says.

"I'm a girl" I mumble, but she's to busy to pay attention.

"So" she says after a while "About your change?"

"Right. I want to change myself"

"Ooookai. You can be proud to be almost the only person who surprises me." She mutters "What do you mean with change yourself?"

"Oh, you know, I'm so..plain" I explain starting to whisper as we go inside the library. Cassie looks puzzled, so I sigh as we sit down "Ever since preschool, they all have said "Oh yes, Poppy Moore, with the wavy hair, and the big eyes, she's gotta be so sweet, she's a pretty little thing" And I am! I'm just,... just, vanilla"

"So... you don't want to be sweet and pretty?" Cassie asks. I believe she may be thinking I'm crazy, but i just ignore the way she's looking at me.

"That's right. No more vanilla"

"Great" Cass says, out of her shock and acting as if anything again "I can only see one problem. You are sweet and naive, Poppy."

I scowl at her, but I've already been thinking about it and I think I got a solution.

"That's a minor detail. People change" I argue back.

"Sure" she agrees making a questioning face "And how are you planning on doing it?"

"By dating bad boys" I sum up.

"You're delirious" She assures taken aback "You liked Narcott two days ago!"

"He doesn't know I exist. I'm tired of waiting him to notice me" I say rising my voice a bit.

Madam Prince appears trough the tables and gives us a murderous glare. I pretend to be engrossed on my "Shivering Charms and where to use them" paper until somebody else makes a noise and she leaves in his or her direction.

"Ok. And who is the lucky boy then?" Cass ask peering over her own essay to make sure prince is gone.

"I don't know yet" I admit "But I'll find him"

"Probably" she agrees "I may know a couple"

"Great" I say looking back to my work "I should probably start this. I'm gonna get some books"

"Can you bring me Magical fungi remedies ?"

"Sure"

When I turn the second book self, searching for Shining or Illuminating I see the Slytherin Quidditch team gathering around a table without their Capitan, by the way beater Marcus Flint is gesturing, he's the one in charge. That's odd. I figure the best way to hear something is go through the back of the shelve and pretend I'm looking for some book.

"I wouldn't get closer if I were you" someone says, making me jump and let out a little cry that gets the attention of Prince once more for a couple of minutes.

Liam Wells, a fellow fifth year who plays as a beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team is sitting in a table right next to me.

"I don't know what are you talking about" I lie. He just put and odd expression, and I confess "Ok, I do. Haven't you tried to hear something useful?"

"Not my stile" He says standing and picking up his bag.

"Oh, came on" I protest, because I can feel myself blushing in shame "What are they doing here without Malfoy?"

"Well, I think they have come to discuss some technique and not to snog someone, which is what they usually do here"

I wrinkle my nose.

"Library is for studying"

I can feel his smile as he passes by me on his way out, as strange as it sounds.

"You're a little bit naive, right?

Abby

I'm running late to History of Magic, so of course, an arm appears out of nowhere when I'm about to turn a corner, making me stop on my tracks.

Potter smiles down at me.

I groan.

He's accompanied by what seems to be half of his Quidditch team. Looking more carefully, though, I discover they're just his usually sidekicks (keeper Ethan McGowan, Gryffindor prefect Greg Jones and chaser Seamus Thomas, whose father is my dad's best friend). Which considering their heights and muscles, it's not much of a relieve, you know.

"Four boys for one girl?" I say asking my tongue.

"I'm sure that'll be nice, but we should find a closet or something to do it" Potter grins. "Maybe after we talk"

I have to make a great effort not to hit him

"Really?" I say turning to look at Jones, who moves uncomfortable under my gaze "Aren't you supposed to stop this? That's why Longbottom gave you that pin"

"Don't scare him, Finnigan, I'm not going against any rule" Potter says, smiling to a couple of fifth years who start giggling like crazy when he makes eye contact.

Please excuse me, I'm feeling like I might throw up.

"They were fifth years for Merlin's shake!" I exclaim as soon as they are out of sight "You're an abuser"

"For smiling to them?" He asks removing my accuser finger from his face, he doesn't look annoyed though.

He's looking at me sightly amused, bitting his lower lip for, I assume, stopping himself for laughing at me, like he's not sure how I'm gonna react if he moves. A bit in the same way you'll look a puzzle you're trying to solve fearing that it will attack you if you do the wrong movement.

"Besides" he continuous when he's sure I have nothing to say "It's no abuse if they like it"

"Oh, please" I hear Jones mumble before Thomas hits him sightly in the head. Well, yeah. I agree.

"Arrogant prat" I mumble.

Truth be told, girls do adore Potter. Actually, scratch that, (almost) everyone loves Potter. He's in the honor list of our year, son of The-Boy-Who-Lived, really nice to everyone, always fun to be around, a good chaser, an almost joker legend and probably the best Capitan Gryffindor has ever had. And maybe he is a-little-bit-sorta-of attractive.

Under certain light.

With his mouth shut.

"I'm going to be late to History of magic"

"Right, as Bins's gonna notice" Potter argues. As I have not a good answer for that one, I shut my mouth and content myself with send him death glares.

"So" he says clearly satisfied "Quidditch".

"Quidditch" I repeat.

"Are you gonna keep with the female team thing?"

"Yep" I say ginning when he scowls for a moment. Oh, sweet revenge.

"That means one more match every term, which means more training."

"Yeah" I say rolling my eyes "Glad to see you can count, Potter, I've honestly doubted it before."

He leans his head a little, then smiles.

"Do you wannna go on a date with me?"

I blink.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Thomas may be suffering some kind of shock behind us.

"Pardon me?"

"Do you want to come to Hodgsmeade with me this weekend?" Potter repeats slow.

"Where's the trick?"

Potter looks offended.

"I just want to date you once" he assures, looking pretty honest I must say.

"You hate me!" I manage to say trying to stop my mouth to fall open.

"Nah. I think you're the only person who doesn't like me. I find it amusing"

I guess it's my turn to say something, but I can't elaborate anything that makes sense except for WHAT?.

"So, what do you say?" Potter insists.

"I don't like you!" I blurt out.

"Is that a no?"

"Yes, Potter, is a no!"

"Like, for real?" he doesn't look rejected at all, just surprised. Well, glad to see he's not gonna die of a broken heart I guess.

"For real" I assure him.