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A/n: Please review!! Lol… ; O I assure you, I will review your stories too (and I never flame… Lol…)!!

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Well, it really didn't start with those three words… It started with a faint. Of course, Andrea had fainted when she finally laid eyes on Harry Potter, but no one knew why. It was the same time she had also laid eyes on Albus Dumbledore, and, mind you, A LOT of witches and wizards (mostly witches, though) have fainted when they see him. The extensive silvery white beard, the daunting small eyes that held too much wisdom you immediately feel like an open book when you make eye contact. It could have also been the bloody head-hanging ghost… Or that chilling cat of that diminutive midget… *shudders*

Or maybe it was a mix of everything.

Whatever it was, it must have been pretty huge and jangling because she was asleep for a whole day. When she finally woke up, her mind was still a blur and her speech still slurred, yet she asked for one person. You would think maybe ask for a glass of water or maybe a cheeseburger with the pickles on the side, but she wanted one man that didn't know she existed (well, not yet…)

"Harry…"

A giggly, air-headed nurse came up to her with sympathy on her Barbie-like face. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. (A/N: she probably doesn't catch anything… sorry, I can't help it) Whom did you ask for?"

"Harry…" Andrea's voice sounded like frog croaking and she closed her rainy gray eyes. Her head was starting to throb once more, and she knew it was because of the cheap perfume Nurse Barbie was wearing. And by the green tinge of André's skin, she was wearing quite a lot.

"I still can't hear you, sweetie." The nurse giggled, and started to walk away. Probably calling to her make up kit or something.

Andrea watched the nurse's full, bright pink lips and sighed angrily. She was pissed due to the facts that:

She felt like barfing. Again,

Andrea noticed she was still wearing her heavy, musky velvet robes. This made her turn greener…

One of her pearl earrings was missing.

Her makeup kit was in her bags!! What is Harry was to come in THIS VERY MINUTE?

Why does the nurse have to so damn pretty??

The last one made Andrea get up, and fall back down quickly. She slammed her head pretty hard against the marble floor, and thank God she hadn't gotten an aneurysm (when a vein in your head pops… eugh.) and died. In Hogwarts, in front of all the students, and not even getting a kiss from Harry.

Oh, the horror!!

André tried again. "Miss, may I please speak to Harry Potter." She licked her dry, chapped, lips.

"You want some water?" The nurse smiled. "What flavor?"

Andrea's eyes widened, and she felt like pulling all her hair out. Her temper wasn't something to be played around with.

"So, would you like a black or white coffin, Cherrie?" Professor McGonagall said sharply, although with a hint of amusement in her very professor-like eyes.

The Nurse (apparently named Cherrie) turned deathly afraid, thinking Andrea WAS going to kill her, While the stiff-looking woman just wanted her to get away from Hogwarts.

And of course, precious Harry was still on Andrea's mind.

"No, she is not going to kill you, no worries." She faced Andrea and gave a tight smile. "I am Professor MacGonagall. Welcome to Hogwarts."

André stared at her blankly. 'Harry, Harry, Harry.' She thought annoyingly. She looked around the stark white clinic and folded her arms across her chest.

The professor walked towards Andrea unhurriedly. "Is something wrong?"

"I have asked for Mr. Harry Potter, and Cherrie here thinks I was asking for water."

"You will have to excuse her, Andrea Maria."

"I have been excusing her, and I am at the end of my endurance. And call me André."

"Would you like some food? I tell you, the mashed potatoes and the meat is quite… interesting… in a good way."

"Can I speak to Harry, now?"

"What about some rest?"

"Mr. Potter."

"A drink?" A nervous laugh accompanied this.

"HARRY!!!"

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And that was how Andrea landed in front of the door to the Gryffindor common room. Beside her, was a huge-eyed student, who also came from Gryffindor, and by her looks, was a big nerd.

"So Hermione, are you sure he is in here?" Andre asked, her fist rose confidently, even if it was shaking anxiously.

"Yes!" Hermione sighed, and rolled her eyes. Andrea (who had a huge, huge, huge infatuation with her friend) had asked that question about four times. Hermione had had to put up with a lot of things coming from this girl. The stares, the screams upon seeing anything NOT coming from the muggle world (which she passed every second or so) and the complaints.

'If Professor McGonagall had not promised a boost in my grades, I would have never done this!' Hermione thought, watching the scared André shake all over.

'The first time I speak to him!' Andrea thought. She felt a mix of everything: Excitement, nervousness, happiness, and jumpiness (Lol…). 'We will finally unite!! And fall in love!!' At the thought of Andrea finally falling in love with her true soul mate, she smiled. She knocked on the door, and as if fate and destiny were on her side, Harry answered it.

Hermione watched closely. 'This is going to be good!' She giggled inwardly.

"Hi there, Harry. I have loved you my whole life and I believe we are true soul mates, and that I simply cannot live without you. I hope you feel the same way too." Andrea smiled and rambled on and on about love while Harry just stared at her flatly, his face free of any emotions. In the end, Andrea finally paused to gasp for breath. "And, Oh yeah, I'm Andrea Maria West, But you can call me André."

Harry just stared at her, then he realized that Hermione was there, and he looked back and forth between the two girls. Andrea stared at him hopefully while Hermione was trying to fight back tears of laughter.

He shrugged and before Andrea knew what her love had done, the door was slammed into her face.

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A/N: Lol… Review, please??? ; )