Hatchetfield.

The sun was bright in the sky, beaming down at all the people gathered in the large garden. Many families mixed as people caught up with one another and enjoyed the food left out for them. Yes, the party was in full swing. Yet for many they still weren't satisfied, feeling like something was missing from their lives. And that was the same for one particular brown-haired boy.

He was an attractive boy with emeralds for eyes, a floppy head of hair and circular glasses pushed onto his nose. He was the spitting image of his father, apart from the eyes. He had his mother's eyes. This boy's name was Harry Potter and he was currently gazing from afar at the object of his affections- Cho Chang.

A stunning girl in his opinion. He was truly head over heels in love with her. And as the only son of the great James and Lily Potter, he knew she would one day make an excellent wife. He couldn't talk to her now though, no, that was a future conversation. After all you never tell a girl you like her, it makes you look like an idiot. Everybody knows that! He let out a long, pitiful sigh as he watched her toss her hair back as she laughed. She truly was beautiful.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" Harry turned around slightly and came face to face with his best friend, Ron Weasley.

"Nothing much." Harry replied, making Ron pull a face.

"C'mon, buddy, it's just me here! I know you were looking at Cho!" Ron laughed, slapping his back.

"Okay, okay, you got me." Harry chuckled as well, holding up his hands in protest.

"Don't worry though, you're Harry Potter. You're awesome! You'll get her eventually. Though, I don't understand your interest in her. I don't get why anyone would be interested in girls. Like my parents keep telling me I need to meet a nice girl and settle down but like I don't want to do that. It sounds awful!"

"Just wait till you meet the right person. Everything will change then."

"Ain't ever gonna happen."

"Hey you two!" Both Harry and Ron jumped as the ginger let out a small, frightened squeal at the sudden voice interrupting their conversation. It was Hermione Granger, the final member of their little trio. Like usual, she wasn't wearing a dress and her hair was a mess but her wide smile was comforting to the two boys.

"Did I scare you, Ron?" Hermione laughed, making Ron growl and roll his eyes.

"No! Shut up, Hermione! We didn't want you here anyway!" Ron snapped, making Hermione's face drop as she frowned and wrapped her arms around herself. Feeling bad, Harry punched Ron's arm, shaking his head at his friend.

"Come on, Ron, we're the only friends she's got!" He muttered. Ron frowned, looking slightly ashamed, as his heart sunk upon seeing the look on his friend's face. Yeah, he was mean to her a bit sometimes but she was one of his closest friends and he hated seeing her upset.

He opened his mouth to apologise at the same time Hermione looked up to say something. Both stared at each other with their mouths open as Ron felt himself growing hot. Did her eyes always have those specks of gold in them? How hadn't he realised that they weren't just brown? Suddenly another voice broke through their moment, making both jump and look away, avoiding each other's eyes.

"Ron! Mum wants to talk to you."

Ginevra Molly Weasley was the youngest child and the only daughter of the Weasley household. She had long, flowing ginger locks and brown eyes. She was also a lot to deal with as she was very enthusiastic and easily excitable.

"Why?!"

"I don't know, I'm just the messenger!"

"Well, I should probably go then. Be back in a tic, buddy." Ron said, squeezing Harry's shoulder before heading away from the group.