"Ahhh...go on, Hazel, you know you want to!" Jesse teased, grinning (which was rare for him). Four years had passed, and Hazel, and strikingly attractive Gryffindor, stood with her arms folded across her chest, smiling slightly.
"Go away, Jesse. I don't like you," Hazel sighed. She was, of course, playing; she adored him. She just hoped he never found out; she valued his friendship, and he might not feel the same way back. His skin had gotten paler over the years, his hair was still as dark as ever, and his eyes were the same dark brown which Hazel had loved ever since seeing them.
"Come with me to the ball. Please. I'm beginning to sound desperate now!" Jesse pleaded. He wished to himself that he hadn't left it last minute, but he never seemed to have the courage to ask Hazel. Several boys were brave enough to ask her, but she politely declined all of their offers.
"No. I don't want to go," Hazel sighed.
"Yes you do. The only reason you declined the other offers is because you want to go with me. Admit it," Jesse grinned slyly.
"Fine, I'll go. But let it be known I'm only going because you're my friend and I couldn't bare to see you with one of the Slytherin dogs," Hazel was bluffing; she wanted to go with him more than ever. She'd make a special effort, because this was a special person she was going to go with.
"I love you, Jesse," Hazel continued.
"Pardon?!"Jesse was shocked.
"I loate you, Jesse. Not sure why you're my friend," Hazel laughed, confusing Jesse.
Girls, he thought to himself.