A/N: This is my first fan fiction, hence, the lack of authors notes, because I didn't know how to do them. Anyway, enjoy my story, and thanks for the reviews!

­I woke up the next day all fresh and beautiful, got ready and walked gracefully into the Great Hall to have a large, warm and needed breakfast.

Ha! I wish. The real story:

I woke up to a screaming alarm clock. Banging it quiet, I fell out of bed, and only then did I realize that I had fifteen minutes to get to breakfast and then to my first class of the day. Great way to start a school year Constance, perfect.

Anyway, I ran to the bathroom, dragged a brush through my hair and my teeth, then pulled on a pair of jeans, a black tank (save the warm stuff for winter), and a long, black cloak. I grabbed my bag, and quickly glanced at myself as I ran down to my toast of a breakfast.

I didn't look all too bad, considering the fact that I had gotten ready in five minutes, hadn't had any coffee, and was starting my "time of the month" so was capable of serious mood swings.

I have straight, brownish blondish hair, and bluish greenish eyes, with a slim body, but not an anorexic one (not that skinny).

With eight minutes left, I almost got lost on my way to the great hall, when, turning a corner at full speed, I ran headlong into a body and we tumbled to the ground.

"Ah! Oh, I'm sorry." I pulled the guy up, and saw emerald green eyes. Great, just the person I wanted to see in this state. "Harry! Sorry about that, it's just, I'm lost, late and well, I haven't had coffee yet, so I'm still asleep."

"I don't think you need coffee, seeing as how you're so frantic right now! Relax! You have an hour left till you need to be at classes, and breakfast is still up. Here, I'll show you the way again."

"I still have an hour? Are you sure? Positive?" Oh no. You know what this means? I got up, and rushed an hour earlier, all because of stupid daylight savings time. I do this every year! Now I just feel like an idiot. Oh well, at least I can have coffee and proper food now.

We walked down to the Great Hall, and sat next to each other across from Ron and Hermione.

Hermione glared at me as I sat down. No, really glared at me, like I was the devil or something. Last I checked, I don't think that I had horns growing out of my head, and a forked tail. Just to make sure, I look behind me, and thankfully, there is no tail there.

Mistaking my glance behind me for something else, Hermione says,

"Don't worry, I'm glaring at you."

"Hermione, what did I ever do to you? Have I offended you in anyway? Because I swear, I'm really sorry about whatever I've done." I don't need enemies here, please, Hermione!

"Oh you don't need to know, just the fact that you're here makes you unwanted in my presence."

"Well, you know what Hermione? I can't help the fact that I'm here, you'll have to talk to my parents about that, but as of right now, you'll just have to deal with me until you can overcome your stupidity to find that I haven't done anything to you, and that as of right now, you don't need any more enemies seeing as how you've got a lot of other things to worry about."

I sat down and turned to receive my schedule. Hermione, having already gotten hers, got up and stomped out of the hall.

"I shouldn't have done that. Now I know she'll never come to think of me as a friend."

"Trust me, she'll get over you, she just needs some time to think about everything, because you were right, I mean, she does have a lot to worry about. She's helping Harry with this You-Know-Who problem, and she's taken about 10 classes this year. She's mental, and beautiful, but mental all the same."

Gee, I think Ron, what's the term? Oh yeah, "fancies" Hermione. Hem, Hem, this could be interesting.

"Ron, maybe you should go and comfort her or something, you could help her realize I'm not that bad, and help her with her work."

"Maybe I will, maybe I will…." And he walked off after her, just like that.

"Well, that was interesting. Has Ron always liked Hermione?"

"Yeah, well he started liking her in like third year, but he didn't want to think about it, and then in I think the summer fifth year, he finally accepted his, what is it, um, attraction to her, or whatever, I don't like to bother with their love life."

"That's smart. Hey, what classes are you taking?" I looked over his shoulder to see that we had almost the same classes. The only difference was that he was taking some really advance defense against the dark arts classes. I mean really advanced. He must be like, the best at that stuff, well, then again, seeing as how he has to defeat Voldemort still, he's got to be good.

"We'll since I really want to be an auror, I have to take just about every given class, and I guess that you are taking all of the core classes too, because Dumbledore wants you to be able to know all the magic you can in one year here."

"Yeah, what a pity. Hey, you're gonna have to help me with my homework and stuff. I know just about nothing. I read through my text books, and I still don't know what a Wiggenweld potion is!"

At this he smiled again and said, "A Wiggenweld potion is used to raise ones stamina. At least it is according to the summer homework I had to do. And don't worry, I'll help you, you can ask me anything and hopefully I'll have an answer!"

I smiled. Good, I'll have someone to help me at least. Well, maybe this isn't good. I probably won't be able to concentrate. Oh Well, its not like I could say no to a bit of extra help.

I was about to continue our conversation when this huge noise, like this giant gust of wind came to ears. I looked up to see a giant cloud of moving things enter through the ceiling. After I registered the things as owls bringing mail, I realized that Harry had a letter.

"How do the owls know how to do that? I heard from the discovery channel that they if they fly in a group like that they would bump into each other."

"I don't know, it might be something to do with the magic here. But, what the discovery channel?"

"It's a show on TV."

"Oh yeah, I think I heard Dudley mention……shit" He had just opened his letter, which apparently was a newspaper (the Daily Prophet!), and was staring in disbelief at the front page.

"What is it? Has Voldemort gone on a killing spree or something?"

It was meant to be funny, but Harry was staring at me with an expression of great surprise. I mean, his eyes couldn't get much bigger than that.

"How do you know about…about…Voldemort?" Oops, I wasn't supposed to let him know about the books.

"Well, see, just about everyone knows about it, muggles I mean. Most just don't believe it. I know its true, because, well, I'm here."

"Muggles know about Wizards?""

"Well, theres this woman named J.K Rowling, and she wrote these books about you and everything you've done, and they got really popular. They're written in like 23 different languages, so just about every muggle on the street has at least heard your name. And then there are movies about you too."

"About me?"

"Yeah, I could show you if you want. I brought them with me. Maybe after classes today or something. But what about that article?" I wanted to change the subject. He looked to shocked to be healthy. Thankfully, he shook his head and turned back to the article.

"It doesn't say anything that's important."

"Oh don't give me that shit. There's something important there. You just don't want to tell me."

He smiled, then turned to look at me again, but this time there was this funny expression on his face, like he was realizing something for the first time that was so obvious.

"Do you want to go out with me to Hogsmead? There's a trip this weekend, and we could get something to drink and Ill show you around." Did he just ask me on a date?

"Okay, what's in the newspaper?" I mean, I would LOVE to go on a date with him, but that was such a change of feeling, there had to be something important in there.

"Go on a date with me and I'll show you."

"Why would I say no?"

"Because you might not like me."

"I like you. Would I be sitting with you if I didn't"

"No, but do you love me?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes! Would I be asking you if I didn't?"

"Yes, there could have been something in that article that provoked you. How was I supposed to know!"

"Do you love me or not?"

"I love you"

Pause. There, I said it. I had closed my eyes though when I did. I guess I was kind of afraid of his reaction. I needn't be.

The next thing I knew, there were arms around me, and lips on mine. My mind went blank, my body went warm and my arms went around his. I guess I do love him. Why he loves me is a mystery, but this is heaven. His lips are so warm, and his back is so strong, and his hair smells like citrus.

Our minds vaguely registered cheering around us, so we broke apart. I was instantly cold from the lack of contact. I wanted him next to me, so I scooted a little closer. We glanced at each other and both smiled while turning pink at the same time.

I looked around and found that all the Gryffindors around us were clapping. We all laughed.

"Should we go to class?" Harry asked in my ear.

"Sure, what class do we have next?"

"Um, Charms."

We both got up at left the Great Hall towards Charms, with Harry holding my hand might I add. Well, not a bad start to school, eh?

I think we might even be floating.