Harry Potter Imagines

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The day Harry say you for the first time. He was laughing with his mates, having a break between classes. When he looked up from the ground, his eyes landed on you. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You was a few metres away, just across the corridor, your smile twice as wide as the people around you. Your shining hair was styled down your back, his eyes following your small hand as you tucked a piece behind your ear. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. A smile crossed his face as you let out a laugh, your eyes glistening from the sunlight through the windows.

Eventually he'd snapped out of it, and continued with his day. But he couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you laughed. The way you walked gracefully along the corridor, skipping every other step. The way your hands grazed along your skirt as you straightened it out. Everything about you was fixed in his mind.

His friends had noticed too. Every time you were around they'd catch him staring at you from across the room. Wether it was in the Great Hall, or the corridors, or the courtyard. He couldn't not stare at you. You were the only girl who stood out in crowd. Ron and Hermione had both encouraged him multiple times to go talk to you, but he was always too afraid of being rejected.

He hoped you notice him at some point, maybe shoot him a smile, but you were always engrossed in the conversations you had with your friends. He'd sometimes fantasise what it'd be like if you noticed him, if you talked to him, even asked him out. He'd already thought about the first time he'd go on a date with you. The first time he'd hold your hand. The first time he'd kiss you. You would make his heart stop beating every time he looked at you.

He would sit and stare at you from across the room for hours; his head in his hands as he longed to be with you. Ron once told him it was a little creepy and kind of stalker-ish -the way he stared at you continuously. But he couldn't help it. You were flawless in his eyes.

Once again, Harry found himself locked in a longing stare, as he and his friends attempted to study for the up and coming potions exam. The three of the them were in the library, only a few metres away from you as you rested your feet up on the desk, reading a book by yourself.

"Ugh! I'm never gunna pass," Ron huffed, slumping back into his chair, folding his arms. This was often Ron's attitude towards this kind of stuff.

"Not with that attitude you won't," Hermione protested, shoving the ginger over as he attempted to copy off her answers. This was often Hermione's attitude towards this kind of stuff.

Ron grumbled and looked over at Harry. And for the third time this week, Ron had caught his best friend staring at his crush. Harry's head was slumped on a pile of closed books, his head to the side. Ron followed his best friends gaze, and his eyes landed on you.

Ron sighed and tapped his friend on the shoulder, Harry whipping his head round faster than a race car on tracks.

"What?" He shot at his best mate, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, as if he had no idea what he'd done. Of course, Harry new exactly what he was doing, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Dude, your staring at her again," Ron mumbled, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"No I'm not, shut up," he muttered, turning back to his books and opening one to the first page.

"Just go over and speak to her for merlins sake," Hermione joined in the conversation, causing Harry to turn his head to her, "you go over there, you tell her you think she's cute, what's the worst that could happen?"

Harry was quick to respond.

"Um, she could hear me," he spoke in an obvious and sarcastic tone, both of his friends looking at him with the same annoyed look.