Well, this has been an insane couple of days. Ky and I got sorted. (We got separated) Gryffindor had a huge party. I met Hermione's friends, Ron and Mara. I didn't meet Harry though. "He must be preparing for Quiddich try-outs tomorrow. He's the captain this year." Hermione said when I inquired his whereabouts.
Quiddich try-outs! I ♥ Quiddich! So I got good nights sleep and now I'm stepping onto the field. (My firebolt was in the post this morning.) I'm about to mount my broom when I notice this guy, with messy black hair and glasses, who has his mouth wide open. I swear if it was opened any wider it would be on the ground.
I stride over to him and I ask him if something is wrong.
"Hey, I'm Kally." I say, coyly flipping my long, black, silky hair.
"Er..."He responds.
"Wow, this guy is totally hot!" I think, smiling and fluttering my eyelashes a tad.
Then I notice something on his forehead. I flirtatiously brush his hair away and…
"OMG!" I sputter. "You're Harry Potter!"
Just then Hermione walks onto the field.
"I see you've met my friend Harry!" She says strolling over.
"Yeah! I guess I have!" My cheeks are on fire! I didn't know her friend was HARRY POTTER and that he was so freakin' hott!
"OMG! Kally likes Quiddich even more than Ron if that's possible."
"Wow, that is so cool!" exclaims Harry.
Soon we are engrossed in talks of quiddich and the muggle world. Harry is just like me!
I♥him!
Harry glances down at his watch and says, "Damn! Try-outs in ten minutes. You have to get on your broom if you want it to go your way. Go warm up!"
I give him a playful push, mount my broom and kick dust in his face. Before I know it I have caught 622 walnuts. I have only missed 8 of the 630 that Harry threw.
The day zooms by, faster than a firebolt and BANG its time for dinner. Harry gestures for me to sit by him. As I'm serving myself bread pudding, Harry asks me,
"Are you part veela?"
"No!" I respond. "Veela are beautiful and I'm…" I stop short, blushing a deep red.
Harry grins. "And you're not beau..."
He is stopped short, my finger softly touching his lips. I get up, brush his dark, longish hair aside and whisper,
"See you in the morning my Harry Potter.", and skip off to meet Hermione in our bedchamber.
I'm telling her what happened and she's giggling nonstop, squeaking like a demented dog toy.
"Don't you dare tell him how much I like him!" I warn Hermione, glaring slightly, just so she'll get the picture.
"I won't do anything you wouldn't like!"
I tell her I'm going to turn in and I go into my soft bed. I'm gazing up and the enchanted bed curtains, made to look like a dark starry night, cuddling my pillow. Dreaming of a certain face with glasses and a scar, dark hair slightly falling in wisps around his eyes.
Wait until I tell Ky! I've fallen for Harry Potter.
♥Kally
