"Oi! Pothead!" The girl in question shouted, snapping her fingers in front of him, eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Harry snapped out of his reverie, embarrassed that he got caught staring. He was lucky it was dark, or she would have seen his blush.
"What are you staring at, you little shit?" The girl, well Michelle, said.
Harry gulped, unable to think of any good excuse with the girl staring down at him with so much anger.
In a state of panic, he blurted out, "My...crush?"
AN: Hi! So, this is the first time I'm being serious in writing fanfiction, so please be kind people!(I usually write light-hearted/romance ones) Also Trigger Warning!! Harry might act a little depressive in the first chapter. I'm not so sure, but I don't want to bring up bad memories or make anyone upset.But in any case, he's not going to act like that for the rest of the book :)
Enjoy!
Harry potter and Anything within this book is not mine...(Except for My OC, and a part of the plot)
Because as much as I hate to admit it... jk rowling owns Harry potter.