A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I don't think anyone's a JK, prof-snape! Anyways, thanks for the advice from everyone. I have no idea what to write about now, but I'll just think it up as I go along... bear with me!

It was a Friday morning when Robyn tripped and fell down the stairs. In fact, it was already February 13th.

"Ow!" she said, rubbing her head. There was a pile of books left on the staircase, obviously left by a girl since a guy would have fallen if he tried to walk up the steps.

"You ok?" Jamie said, trying not to laugh. He was seated on the couch by the fire waiting for her.

"I'm fine," she said, red in the face as she dusted herself off, "Who would leave their books out?"

"Dunno," he replied, looking at the fire.

It's been six weeks that Jamie and Robyn had been friends, and it was the best six weeks she'd ever had, beating out the time she'd had with Ron.

"Well, thanks for waiting for me," she said, walking over, "I need to talk to you about something."

After he got up, he froze on his feet.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She had a feeling that he thought she was going to talk to him about dating.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head.

"I wanted to talk to you about what I saw yesterday in the room with the dragon," she said.

He seemed to still be quite tense, which concerned Robyn, but she just tried to ignore it.

"I was wondering why there even would be a dragon there," she said, "It obviously isn't there for nothing."

Jamie thought about this.

"Maybe you're right... but what would it want to hide?" He asked, "What could be that important?"

"I don't know, but I would really like to find out," Robyn said.

Jamie nodded.

As they walked to The Great Hall, Robyn did think of putting her arm around him, but for some reason, she didn't feel comfortable with it. She didn't like the fact that he tensed up when he thought she was going to talk about going out. She thought they clicked well... why wouldn't he want to be closer than friends? Maybe she was over thinking this, but she couldn't get it off her mind.

And it was obvious he liked her. But maybe his friends were just making fun of him and joked he about him liking her to bug him and that was why he blushed all the time. Her stomach started to tie in knots at that thought, so she ordered herself to think of something else.

When they got to The Great Hall, they decided to sit away from their friends for breakfast. They didn't talk much. Robyn tried to make conversation, but he didn't seem very talkative.

Her next class for that morning was Divination with Trelawny. She didn't want to go to that class at all because they wasn't allowed to switch in that class and so she had to sit next to Ron for the rest of the year. She slapped her elastic band under the table so that Jamie wouldn't see. She hated it when he saw her do it. He gets so sad all of a sudden and it made her feel guilty.

The morning bell interrupted her thoughts and Jamie's head popped up from a trance. Whenever he was thinking about something, he looked so sad and distant; as if he was in another world. Robyn grabbed her book bag and mumbled good-bye to Jamie, walking to her first class. She would have to hurry - the bell was a warning to be in class in five minutes. She'd have to run.

As she speed walked out of The Great Hall, she looked back to see if anyone from her Divination class was also hurrying.

Since her head wasn't facing forward, she didn't see what was in front of her. She smacked right into Draco Malfoy, who was walking up the marble staircase from the dungeons.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," he sneered, his cronies waddling along with him as they began to run to Divination.

She glared at them, anger rushing through her. She suddenly realized she needed to be in Divination in a few minutes, so she charmed her feet to make herself fast and floated her book bag along with her as she sped up the never ending staircases. She whizzed past Draco and his friends who were out of breath. She was up there in less than a minute and was still three minutes early. To her delight, Draco was late.

Robyn squirmed uncomfortably in her chair as Ron was gazing at her instead of the crystal ball. She kept her eyes on the crystal ball, not daring to look up at Ron in case he said something. It didn't work.

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" Ron asked, "Where did that fire go?"

She looked up and winced, kicking herself for doing it. Everytime she looked into his eyes, they put a spell on her(A/N:I'm so cheesy). She wouldn't let him get the better of her this time.

"Weasley, she obviously doesn't want to talk," Laura said.

Robyn looked up and smiled at her but so that Ron couldn't see. Laura always stuck up for her when Ron was trying to get forgivness out of her, and that made her an awesome friend.

"Why did you call me Weasley?" he asked.

"Well, let's see," Laura said, looking up, "First, you stabbed my best friend in the back, second, you tricked her into liking you, and third, you hurt her and a guy she obviously liked, so therefore, I now hate you."

He shut up from then on.

After getting a ton of homework from that class, she had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs next. She was looking forward to that class because Jamie had helped her a ton with it. It was the best piece of work she's ever done. She was the first to hand it in and looked very confident and proud of her work, which surprised Professor Sprout.

She got Harry to work at the pot of Dragon snaps(A/N: They're a lot bigger in the magical world and are a lot more deadly) with Ron, since they used to share every plant together. They had to take notes on the Dragon snaps' progress of growing and then water them... it didn't take long for Robyn and Laura to finish that day's assignment, so they began to talk about guys, as usual.

"So, are you going out with Jamie yet?" Laura asked.

Robyn went red, "No. It's really strange actually, because he wasn't talking at all this morning... he didn't even put his arm around me," she said sadly, "And that's like our thing."

"You have a thing and you're STILL not going out?" Laura said in disbelief, "God, one of you need to say something soon or I'll do it for you."

Robyn sighed, "I don't know. I think he's fine being friends."

"Oh puh-leeze... I see the way you guys look at each other," Laura smiled, "It reminds me of how me and Draco look at each other."

Robyn stifled a sudden giggle and said, "Oh god, that's terrifying."

"What? Why?" Laura said, mouth open wide in shock.

Robyn laughed, proud of her wittiness, "Oh come on, you guys make me wanna hurl with the way you stare at each other."

Laura glared at her.

When Robyn was about to leave the Greenhouse after the bell rang, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Miss Hansen, I'd like to see you for a second," Professor Sprout said, holding her masterpiece of an essay.

Robyn looked confused and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's your essay," she said, holding it up, "Did you write this?"

"Yes, I did," she said politely, "I got help from my boyfr- my friend and he's in seventh year."

"But this is amazing," she said, flipping through the pages, "Only a few seventh year boys are capable of this."

"Yeah... he's the Head Boy," she said, trying to keep expression from crossing over to dreamy.

"Jamie Prsalla?" she said, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," she said. She was amused to the fact that even she didn't call him by his real name.

"Oh... well, there was a note attached to it," Sprout said, holding up a letter with what looked like a ton of parchment inside.

Robyn took the letter from Professor Sprout, having the urge to rip it open then and there. The front said Robyn Potter in really fancy letters, recognizable as Jamie's.

"Thanks," she muttered, staring at the letter and slowly walking out.

She ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside carelessly. The letter was a full page long.

Dear Robyn,

Hey... how's is going? I know we've only know each other for what? Like six weeks? But I wanted to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you. I liked you at the beginning when Quidditch season started... I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. But know it feels like so much more than just "like." I've tried to tell you this for a month now, but I've just never been able to do it, 'cause I'm afraid you might not feel the same way. Please tell me how you feel tomorrow(A/N: That's Friday the thirteenth, the day she's reading this.)... if you don't like me that way I understand...

Love,
Jamie.

Robyn's old worries disappeared and were replaced with bigger ones. He was in love with her! That's why he was so quiet that morning... because he thought she had already read it. She felt so guilty and mad at herself... she had to go and see him before the bell rang for her next class.

A/N: Haha I'm so mean for stopping it here! Reviews always make me continue... why not write one? Thanks!