To say it short, I was lost.

Shit.

Great. Just Great. Just my luck to get lost in a huge place like Hogwarts.

"There you are. I looked one way, and then you were gone. Are you lost?"

I think I jumped about mile in my shoes. As it was, I let out a weird sound like a squeek and snapped my head around so fast.

"Holy shit! Don't scare me like that Harry! And yeah, I'm lost. How do I get to the private dorms?"

Harry chuckled. Chuckled! At me! I mean, come on, give me a break! I was desperate here, and then he just laughs at me. He looks really cute when he smiles. The green in his eyes twinkles. Gosh. I'm such a slut. But him smiling, makes me smile too…even if the reason is unjustified.

"Yeah, sure, I'll show you." And he turned me around, and we started walking down the hallway.

"So, basics is that the Gryffindor common room is at the top of the stairs, and then the private dorms are down the hallway a bit more. Do you know what your painting and password is?"

"Um yeah, I think it's the picture of this savannah, and the password is my name."

"So how did you get so lost?"

"Well, I don't really know. I guess I just wasn't watching where I was going. How did you find me?" At this he blushed. He actually blushed! Oh my, how am I going to get to the top floor with my legs in this state?

"Well, I realized you had gone, so I just used a locating spell because I though you might get lost seeing as its your first day here."

"Oh, well, thanks so much, I started getting worried when I didn't see anyone around me."

There was an awkward silence, and then I asked the question that had been bugging me.

"Hey, what's going on with Hermione and you? She looked like she hated yours and my guts." He stopped, turned around, and looked around to see if anyone was around, then turned to look at me. He was a bit taller than me, so I got a really nice view of his lips. Look up Constance! Look up! His eyes weren't much better though, and I soon found that I couldn't look at any part of his body. I settled on his eyes though. At least if he asked, I could say it was a normal thing to look at when someone is talking to you.

We stood there, looking at each other for a while. I could feel embarrassment creaping up in my face, but then he looked down, and I could see that his cheeks weren't much better. Finally, he spoke.

"Well, see, Hermione and me were dating last year. But after a while, well, I just couldn't love her. She, Ron and I were meant to be friends and nothing more, and plus, she was always so annoying, and always arguing with Ron. I couldn't have a girlfriend who argued constantly with my best friend, so I broke up with her this summer, but she never really got it. Finally, on the train here, she cracked and got really angry with me. I guess at the table today, she was getting jealous of you…but not like that, just because we can talk and stuff…and…and…………….has anyone ever told you that your eyes are really addicting?" Oh my. I would've never guessed. And that last comment, well, I –I , oh no, I think I'm speechless. Come on! Think of something!

I smiled a bit and looked down sheepishly, "oh, well, no, but thanks. And, well, sorry about Hermione and stuff, she should get over it. I think she should really just move on about stuff like that." Harry Potter likes my eyes. Does that mean that he likes me? Oh dear.

I looked back up, and could see a smile along his face. I looked down again, how can he torture me like that? Does he know what his smile can do to a vulnerable person like me?

I think we stood like this for a while, before he took my hand and we turned and continued walking down the hallway.

"So what's California like? Do you surf?"

"Yeah, a little, it's really fun. But so much warmer there, it's not even funny. I think the only thing I brought with me that will keep me warm are jeans and a sweatshirt. I'll probably freeze to death. How cold does it get here?"

Harry laughed, it was beautiful. I can't help it, I smiled and looked up at him,

"Yeah, it does get pretty cold up here, but you should be able to get warm clothes at Hogsmead, they have just about everything. Are going to go next weekend?"

"Heck yes! A wizarding town? Do you know how much that city and this castle are calling to me to explore them? I can't wait!"

At this he laughed.

"Trust me, we'll have plenty of time to explore!" At this, I got really excited, and not just because I would get time to explore this great place, but because he had used the 1st person PLURAL, which meant he would be coming with me.

After a bit more time, and tons of steps, and tons of steps, we finally reached the private dorm rooms in the north tower. I found my picture, said my name, and the frame swung open to admit me.

I turned around to face Harry, and found he had been watching me,

"Kay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, thanks again for showing me how to get here. See if I remember how to get back, but thanks so much."

laugh oh dear, "No problem! You sure you'll be able to get down to breakfast in the morning or do you want me to take you down there again?"

"I think I should be fine, you shouldn't have to wait for me, plus, I'm not exactly an amicable morning person." He laughed again, I smiled. Seriously, I could get addicted to him. Wait, I think I already am.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then, good night Constance." At this he squeezed my hand and let go.

"'Night Harry," He smiled, and turned around to his portrait, which, surprisingly was across the hallway from mine, and was of a lion with its paw on top of a skull with a snake protruding from it. He said his name, turned to wave good bye, and entered his room, and I entered mine.

My room needs some help. It looks so dreary and boring, I think I might just go crazy if I had live in it for a year. It was like being in solitary confinement. Thank the powers that be that I had brought some posters and new a few spells from reading my books on color changing, so I could make my room more interesting.

I should've been too tired, but after talking with Harry, and holding his strong, hand that made me feel like I had nothing in the world to worry about, I was way too awake to be healthy, so I decided to decorate my room with a tropical/Buddhist temple theme.

I have visited Thailand and Nepal, and have love for that kind of thing, and am proud of my travels. I pictured a Buddhist temple, complete with a sandy Zen garden, and pointed my new, 14 inch wand at the walls, and they instantly turned to be a very good picture of the grand palace in Bangkok. Then, I pointed my wand at a vacant corner, and a small, but useful Zen garden appeared, with sand and rock and everything. Then, I placed my bamboo, tatami mats on the floor, and placed a small Buddha statue in the sand of my garden. Then, I changed my bed to be a simple futon with a comforter that had a tan, bamboo print. I love the comfort of quiet simplicity. Sorry, I know it sounds hokey, but its so beautiful. I looked around, my sanctuary, and actually thought for a second that I was in Bangkok, and could walk around the corner of the nearest stupa to see the emerald Buddha. But, alas, I was finally tired. I put on my night gown (a nice pink, silk dress that just barely covered my butt, very sexy), and got into my nice, simple bed.