Hermione Granger
I just sat there watching them. They were so interesting. Everyone seemed to be fawning at their feet. Three of the four seemed like they would step on anyone that got in their way. I did notice however the fourth. Hermione Granger they said was her name. She seemed to have a glow around her almost, only a sort of kind glow. She didn't seem one to step on people.
They also said she was smart, that's always important. She was also very beautiful. Not super model beautiful like the other three, but girl next door beautiful. Still just enough to be considered a hottie.
I was so caught up in staring at her I didn't even see her come over after a ball. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd kicked it that far," she said. Her eyes were a deep brown that I got totally lost. All I could do was dumbly nod and hand her back the ball. "You must be new," she stuck her hand out," I'm Hermione Granger." Since she was crouching down I could see over her shoulder, and see the guys staring at her ass. "I'm Harry Potter," I added stupidly. She smiled and left.
That was when Dean and Seamus went into laughing fits. "You are such the typical guy to like her you know," said Dean. It was like he could see right through me. I might have only just met her but she seemed so nice, not anything like they described. "Well if I wasn't gay before," said Seamus. "You better back off though," Dean continued," she's already been claimed. Ginny Weasley's older brother, Ron, called dibs long ago, although everyone knows she doesn't like him like that. He's a jock however and could give you a pretty rough time." "So she's single?" I asked. "Well technically yes." This could be a pretty good year after all I thought.
Finally last period came. I was taking 12th grade Calculus although I was only a junior. That's when it happened. It was right after I took my seat, she came walking into the class. Ok, so she was smart I thought. She took a seat right in front of me. I thought I was going to die. Class began and everything went pretty smoothly, until she asked me for a pencil that is. I Just smiled stupidly and handed her mine. "Thanks," she then smiled and turned around. I'd never had a crush before, except when I was eight. Only, it was on a little neighbor girl. Let's just say it didn't work out. Little did I know was this was going to continue for the next few months. The staring, only speaking sentences to each other. My luck did change however on Halloween.