Hey guys this is my first ever fan fic! I'm pretty excited about what you guys will think of it. It will probably be only a short story, about 5 chapters long I guess. Please, if you do read this I would appreciate it if you review! Thanks and enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE:

Harry got off the train with his best friends Ron and Hermione, and together they walked towards the giant Hogwarts castle. Harry was cold, tired and hungry and couldn't wait to enter the Great Hall for the feast. He sat at the Gryffindor table, apprehensive, through the Sorting until finally, the silver plates filled with food. Harry tucked into the delicacies, happily listening to Ron and Hermione talk. The Great Hall was filled with laughter and voices, the stars twinkling in the enchanted sky above, when the doors suddenly opened.

The Great Hall fell silent. The figure of a girl was silhouetted in the doorway. She stepped into the light with every person in the Hall watching her. Harry had to admit that he liked what he saw. The girl had perfect curves in all the right places and long, curly blonde hair cascading down her slim back like a waterfall. Intense brown eyes scanned the hall framed by curly, thick lashes. Harry sat, opened mouthed, as she made her way up to Dumbledore, her hips swaying with every movement.

Dumbledore smiled as the gorgeous girl approached and they talked quietly. Slowly, the noise returned to the room, and people went back to their food and conversations but Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her. She looked around uncertainly after her talk with the headmaster and located Harry's gaze. She smiled at him, and Harry's stomach fluttered. She moved towards him and said,
"Is this the Gryffindor table?" in a voice as smooth as silk. Harry, dumbfounded, nodded and the girl looked more comfortable as she sat down next to him.

"Professor Dumbledore said that I was to be in this house. I'm Christie, what's your name?" Harry struggled to find his voice, and coughed before answering,
"Harry." He tried not to stare at her prominent breasts, and so busied himself with the dessert now filling the plates on the table. Harry was aware of Ron sitting behind him, but selfishly wanted Christie all to himself and so did not introduce his best friend. Instead, Harry forced his eyes to her pretty face and asked her if she would like him to serve her some ice cream.

They talked like old friends all through dinner and Harry accompanied her to the Gryffindor tower while telling her all about the mysteries and secrets of the great castle. He showed her up to her dormitory and before leaving, she looked deep into his green eyes and said in a soft, sexy voice,
"Thank you for taking care of me this evening. I really appreciate your helping me."

Harry couldn't help himself. He stared at her chest as he answered in an apparently carefree voice,
"No worries."

Harry fell into the nearest armchair when she disappeared up the steps to her dormitory.

"Blimey, Harry that girl was gorgeous! What's her name? Tell me about her!" Ron's excited voice came from behind Harry, who was slightly annoyed by Ron's nosiness.

"Christie. Hands off, mate, she's mine." Harry's voice was joking, but his face refused to smile. Slightly put off, Ron stood up and claimed that he needed to sleep. Harry, who was feeling slightly ashamed of how he'd treated his best friend, raced up to the dormitory thinking,

"Why shouldn't I tell Ron about her? She's hot and I'm her first friend."

The two boys spent the night discussing the details of Christie.

When Harry awoke, he found that Ron had already gone down to breakfast. He pulled on his pants and was buttoning his shirt as he entered the common room. His busy fingers faltered and the sight of Christie in a giant armchair. She stood up, walked towards him, and said,
"Hey I was waiting for you to take me to the Great Hall for breakfast." Harry quickly buttoned the rest of his shirt and asked her to follow him as he climbed from the portrait hole. They walked side by side, chattering away like they'd known each other for years. They finally reached the Hall and sat together to eat breakfast. Harry directed a cheery wave in the direction of Ron and Hermione. Ron winked and Hermione smiled, and Harry returned to his beautiful companion to discuss the day ahead.
"Hey, we have a free hour after lunch! Do you want to meet in the common room and have lunch there?" Christie eagerly asked and Harry told her he'd be crazy to disagree. She punched him playfully on the shoulder, and he smiled at her.

Meanwhile, across the table, Hermione was watching the pair with a frosty expression.
"Gee Hermione you look like you've swallowed a lemon! What's the matter?" Ron's voice brought Hermione back to reality and she forced a smile onto her face as she said sarcastically,
"Look at them. Getting along so well. I wonder why Harry still hasn't introduced us?"

"Aww come on Hermione, it's obvious he has a huge crush on her, let him have his fun." Hermione stiffened in her chair and stood up so quickly that her glass of pumpkin juice wobbled violently on the table.

"I'm going to the library." She was gone like that, leaving Ron sitting, bewildered and wondering what was the matter.

Christie laughed at Harry's latest joke and wondered why she was so lucky to have found the hottest boy in the castle to be her friend. Harry's mussed black hair, green eyes (free of glasses, now he was using contact lenses) and spectacularly toned body complimented his great personality. She listened to his deep voice with an appreciative look on her face as he talked. He was so friendly and willing to help her out, and she appreciated it a lot. She knew she was growing quite attracted to him, but she couldn't let him know, or it might spoil their developing friendship. For the time being, she was enjoying just spending time with him.

Harry was pleased that Christie laughed at his joke and was excited about the thought of spending a lot of time with her. She was gorgeous, funny and so nice! She listened as he talked, and he realized that he was extremely infatuated with her, and enjoyed their growing friendship. He figured that he couldn't let her know how he felt, incase she didn't feel the same way.