A Harry Potter Fanfiction~Falling For The Boy Who Lived.

Chapter Two~Finding Friendship And A New Talent.

The red and gold Gryffindor common room had a very warm and friendly atmosphere. The tapestry that hung on the wall and the stone fireplace gave its historical feel. Comfy armchairs were plotted in different areas of the room. In the girl's dormitory, I had already made very good friends with the bushy haired, very smart and kind hearted girl Hermione Granger, who was also first year. We talked about books together and history, we were very alike. Through Hermione I met Harry Potter (the very famous boy who survived the darkest wizard in the world) and Ron Weasley. They were becoming friends with my brother too. My first ever lesson was potions, which the professor of it was very serious and strict and seemed to hate Harry, which I did not understand. I shared a table with Hermione, Ron, Harry and Neville. We had the task of making an antidote to all common poisions. I concentrated immensely. Halfway through, there was a loud bang behind me. I turned around to see that a boy with dark hair had made his potion explode and there was black smoke circulating the air around him and black dust covered him from head to toe, the shock had flew him backwards and caused the potion and the ingredients to fall on the floor.

I rushed to his aid by helping him clear some of the mess. We caught each other's gazes and butterflies rose in my stomach. Despite the black powder on his nose and in his eyelashes and the cut that had appeared on his lip, he was rather handsome. We froze, smiling at each other for a few seconds before Professor Snape interrupted us. "Miss Longbottom, for being out of your seat, ten points from you, Mr Finnigan, for not listening to my instructions, breaking school property, messing up my floors and for being an idiot- fifteen points from you. NO ARGUMENTS!" He sneered. His rudeness angered me. I gave a weak smile to the boy  before finishing my potion. "Time's up. Stop brewing and wait by your potions while I check them." He announced. I heard him make comments that were harsh and discouraging numerous times. Finally, he came to my potion and peered inside. "Hmm. It seems that we have someone who IS capable of brewing a simple potion." He grunted. I smiled to myself. "Ten points to Gryffindor." He muttered under his breath so only I could hear. I felt extremely pleased that I had found a talent.

"Hey? Wait!" I heard someone call from behind me. I shot around to see the handsome boy in the my potions class behind me. "Thank you... you know, for helping me. I'm Seamus... um... do you want to go for a walk?" He questioned nervously in an Irish accent. I felt myself blush slightly before I nodded. "I'm Savannah by the way." I told him. We walked through the grounds whilst talking about our families, friends, interests and wizard bands. We did this for two weeks. It was crazy, but I was falling for him. "Listen, er... would you consider, er, you know, going out wit' me? I've never felt like this before. Savannah, I really like you." He confessed, his anxious eyes sparkling in the sunlight. I felt loss for words. "Well I, I-I, I'd love to, yes, okay." I said back. He beamed and took my hand into his.