I was once in love. Actually, screw that, I still am. I still love him with every fiber of my being, and I never, ever want to see him go. That's how much I love him.

There's only one problem with all of this love. He doesn't love me back. You see, whenever a guy shows any interest in me, internally I freak out. Absolutely scream in horror. It's kind of pathetic.

On the first date I'll tell him my life story. And if he's brave enough to come back, I will attempt to remedy that situation by acting like a deaf mute. There is no in between setting with me, unfortunately.

It makes for some very awkward times, and I have never, ever been on a third date. Yes, my situation is that bad.

"Rose!" Scorpius Malfoy, my best friend interrupts my musing.

"Mm hm?"

"Want to go to Hogsmeade?"

"Sure." It's the closest I've ever gotten to a date, and I'll take it. ;)