"ANOTHER year, another day of watching you drool over the boy who wouldn't bloody die."

Mya Corner threw her best friend, Prudence Parkinson, a dirty look.

They sat, as they did every morning, at the end of the Ravenclaw table, eating their usaul breakfasts. Prue's eyes wondered around the hall while Mya tried, and failed, to pretend she wasn't staring at Harry Potter.

It had come as a surprise to her and many others that they had been invited back for their seventh year, and what was even more of a surprise, was the fact that Harry had accepted.

Mya had just assumed he would skip a step and go straight into auror training.

"I am not drooling! I'm just... admiring." Mya defended, busying herself with a piece of toast.

"Yeah, like I admire my sixth bowl of treacle pudding at dinner." Prue said flatly, rolling her brown eyes.

Mya's nose scrunched.

"Eugh... I don't know how you can even eat that stuff, it's disgusting!"

"Harry likes it..." Prue said slyly, a smirk forming on her lips.

Mya couldn't stop a blush from creeping up her nose.

"So?" She asked, squeakily. "I don't have to like what he likes."

"But you want to, don't you?"

The two best friends locked eyes and engaged in an intense stare down.

"...Shut up."

Prue burst into a loud, obnoxious laugh. She drew many a student and faculty members attention, but she didn't seem to care.

Mya shook her head and stood up, she neatly stacked her potions and Transfiguration books in a pile before informing her friend she'd be heading to the library.

Prue nodded, still laughing, making Mya roll her green eyes.

***

As usaul, the library had been near empty. The only other person that headed to the library as much as Mya was Hermione Granger, and even she hadn't been there that morning.

Her plait laid on her shoulder as she headed to class, humming along to the Hogwarts anthem that seemed stuck in her head.

Just as she was passing the second floor bathroom, also known as Moaning Myrtles, she felt herself hit something-

-hard.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She apologised, quickly gathering up her books, "I didn't see you."

When she finally glanced up to see who she had knocked into, she froze.

Her flecked green eyes met his bright, clear green ones. He seemed just as shocked as she was.

"Mya?" He questioned, standing up and offering her a hand.

Mya had no idea how the infamous chosen freaking one knew her name, but that didn't stop her from immediately taking the lift.

"Eh- Yes?" She replied awkwardly, puffing out her cheeks and shifting on her doc Martin's.

"You were one of Cho's friends, right?" Harry said, taking note of her pink dusted cheeks.

Mya could've smacked herself with her Herbology book.

Cho.

Mya used to be the reserve seeker for Cho.

"Oh!" She said loudly, her eyes widening. "Er- no, not really. I uh, used to practice with her. I-I'm on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, you see."

"Hmm." Harry hummed, giving her a polite nod. "Well, it was nice to see you, Mya."

With that, he handed her back her book and walked away. Leaving Mya standing firmly in the middle of the corridor.

***

"He talked to me, he actually talked to me. Like, Harry frickin Potter literally held my hand and spoke to me! He even remembered my name! 'It was nice to see you, Mya.' Can you believe it, Prue!?"

Prue removed the pillow from over her ears with an irritated expression. "I can hardly contain myself." She said in a tone that implied the complete opposite.

Either Mya, who was sitting in the bed across from her friends, didn't hear her, or she didn't care.

Because she continued to hug her knitted sock puppet she had had since she was a child with a dreamy expression.

Already laid out in front of her was her old book that had her many doodlings of Mrs Mya Potter.

"Do you think he'll talk to me again? Maybe he'll talk to me at our next Quidditch match, since I am the new seeker. But what if he doesn't play this year? What if he gets back with-"

"Mya!" Prue exclaimed loudly, making the blonde jump. "I really don't care!"

The girl frowned grumpily, and layed down in bed, pulling the covers over her head.

Prue groaned.

"Oh no- don't be like that, please don't be like that. I'm sorry, alright? Go on, tell me again how green his eyes were."

Mya didn't move.

The dark haired girl threw her head back in frustration. "Come on, you're probaly suffocating Mr Freddie under there!"

There was a slight movement under the purple quilt- and Prue saw Mya stick her hand out with her sock puppet on it and gently set him down on the floor beside her bed.

Now she was screwed.

"Mya, Mya, Mya..." She sighed, climbing off her bed and on to her best friends. "You should know how I am by now. I didn't mean it, of course I care  about his new glasses that look the same as his old pair... Mya..?"

She felt the girl shift slightly and a tuft of dirty blonde hair poked out.

Prue grinned and pounced on her friend, making the girl shreik and fall off the bed.

Prue leaned over, "Well, you've crushed Mr Freddie."

Mya groaned.

"Goodnight, Prue!" She said.

Prue shrugged and crawled back under her covers. "Night Mya."

Once she was sure her best friend was truly asleep, Mya picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing:

Dear, Harry Potter

Wow, I really don't know how to start this...

Okay, I have an idea now. You could call me your secret admirer, because I've been crushing on you since I was eleven years old.

At first, I admit, it was because of the whole legend about and surrounding you. But... it's grown into a bit more then that...

Sorry, I know I sound kind of creepy.

But I speak, I mean write, the truth. It's become a habit of mine to just randomly look up during breakfast and just randomly see you sitting at your table, laughing, frowning, whispering, talking, the whole charade.

I know you could never return the feelings I get whenever I see you, or hear you deliever some of your rare and much needed sassy lines. That's why I'm not telling you this in person.

Because I don't think I could stand the rejection.

So, I wrote this (albeit creepy) letter.

So...

That's it.

Sincerely, Y.S.A (your secret admirer)

***

A/N

Hi guys!

So, if you've read any of my other books, you'll know that this isn't my usaul style.

But I thought, hey, why not. I might just like it better.

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed!

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