Written for the Matchmaker Challenge - Harry/Romilda
Romilda was sure her heart would burst out of her chest soon if Harry continued playing the guitar in the middle of the Great Hall to serenade her. All of her friends were squealing around her, quite shocked that the Boy Who Lived would fancy someone plain and normal like her. She was just a lowly Gryffindor Halfblood who had average grades and had average friends, after all.
Romilda was first told the story of a young hero named Harry Potter in the age of 5 by her mother. Harry Potter was just a baby when he saved all of Britain's Wizarding World! Her mother often told her that Harry Potter would not like a girl who didn't brush her hair tidy (to which she did, since she wanted Harry Potter to like her so much.) Since then, she made it her life's quest to marry the boy of her dreams. She planned it all out, you see- from their wedding themes to how many children they would produce. She was that determined to make Harry Potter her husband.
Harry Potter slowly walked towards her, fingers brushing the nylon strings of the guitar in his hands, while singing a sappy Muggle love song. When he reached her, he knelt down and paused the strumming, kissing the back of her hand. All the ladies squealed- who would have thought that the Wizarding World's hero was such a romantic?
But there was one thing only Romilda knew- Harry didn't love her at all, let alone know her name, because he was under the effects of a strong love potion.