…There are really no words to describe where this came from. I've been a HGSS shipper for, like, ever, but I've never really tried my hand at it.

I guess this is what happens when you give me new school supplies and tell me to go make sure they work.

Disclaimer: Nono mine. Thank the God-Given J.K. Rowling for these wonderful characters. However, the plot I blame on my plot owl.

Bumping into him wasn't exactly the way she had planned for it to happen, but it worked anyway.

It started with a stroll down the hallway—doesn't every good love story? A stroll down a hallway you've been down a million times until suddenly—there he is.

But this wasn't the love story she'd intended, and definitely not the one she'd pined for near-on six years. But she'd only been a little girl six years back; just turned twelve, in fact. She'd only just found out she was a witch.

Certainly she'd played with the idea of romance over the years, but those scenarios had always involved a red-headed man with lots of red-headed brothers and a red-headed sister who supported them every step of the way.

So, no, this wasn't the kind of love story she'd been looking forward to. Her dream man had been tall, yes, but he hadn't had greasy, lanky, black hair, cold ebony eyes, and a voice that could make a woman's panties practically melt off. And she'd certainly never expected to feel as giddy as she did as she felt the lean frame those billowing robes concealed as he wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

This wasn't the love story she'd expected.

But she'd be damned if she didn't chase it anyway.

Yay for vague-ness! But hey, at least now I can tell my muse to go away. He's been bugging me to write an HGSS for ages now.