We were in the Gryffindor common room, celebrating another Gryffindor victory. I knew Harry had not expected us to win the Cup. How could he? I hadn't either. With our best player gone, and me as the Seeker, everyone thought we would lose. But we had won!

I gave the room a routine scan, looking again for Harry. I would've noticed if he walked in though. I always have. Ever since I met him, his presence always made me nervous. Hermione had spoken to me. She told me calm down, to go out with other guys. And I did. And I broke up with them for the stupidest reasons. But the real reason behind those arguments that ended it was that I never liked them, not really. It was Harry. Since I was 10 years old. It was Harry. As I looked around, Hermione caught my eye. He's with Snape she mouthed, an unnecessary reminder. I looked away from her then. Suddenly, the portrait hole opened, and Harry came in.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was running at him. While Ron told him how we had won, I threw my arms around Harry. Oh, no. He must think I'm so stupid. Before I could back away to say sorry, he kissed me. Harry Potter actually kissed me. It was nothing like kissing Dean or any of the other boys. Kissing Harry was something from another world. My stomach jolted and I lost track of time. When we finally broke apart, all was silent. Then a few people wistled and a few others laughed. Harry smiled down at me and I was breathless for a few seconds. He gestured toward the portrait hole and we crept out for the first time as a couple.