You are (Y/N) (L/N), a sixth year Slytherin. You may have an itty bitty crush on Henry Potter, a Hufflepuff in your year. You have been receiving love letters for the past couple of weeks but you don't know who the sender is.
*Your POV*
Another day, another letter. I had been sitting in the courtyard during my free period when an owl dropped a letter in my lap. By now, I was used to it.
Dear (Y/N),
Forever is a long time, but I'd love to spend it with you.
As I was putting the note back in the envelope, my best friend Sarah ran up to me, out of breath.
"I know who your secret admirer is. You'll never guess who." She said, slumping down beside me as she gasped for air.
"Who?" I asked excitedly.
"The Potter boy." She whispered with a wink.
"Don't mess with me like that." I said, rolling my eyes as I shoved her playfully.
"I'm serious! I watched him give that letter to his owl! The red ribbon matched the ones on every single letter you've gotten." Sarah pressed.
"Wait, really?" I asked.
"Yes! Look! There he is!" She exclaimed, excitedly pointing across the courtyard to where Henry was walking.
He glanced our way, blushing when he saw us watching him, before quickly looking away.
"Did you see that?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, yeah." I said, rolling my eyes with a smile.
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The next day we were in potions class. Sarah and I were seated behind Henry and another Hufflepuff boy. The class ended quickly. As we packed our stuff in our bags Sarah spoke.
"You should talk to him." She whispered.
I sighed, knowing she would bother me if I didn't.
"Hey, Henry. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.
The boy looked up at me, surprised.
"Erm, yeah." Henry said, blushing slightly.
I slung my bag over my shoulder, ushering him to follow me. I led him to an empty corridor and leaned against a while. He stood beside me, shifting nervously.
"I know that it's you." I said, looking at him with a small smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied, avoiding eye contact.
"I think you do." I said.
Henry sighed, finally making eye contact.
"It's just that I really like you and I didn't have the guts to actually talk to you." He said, blushing like crazy as he looked away again.
I smiled, stepping closer and softly turning his head so he was looking down at me.
"Well, you ought to know that the feelings are mutual." I said softly.
I leaned up, softly pressing my lips to his for a split second before pulling away. Henry stared at me wide eyed as he processed what just happened. He blinked, staring into my eyes. Grabbing me by the waist, Henry pulled me closer before kissing me.
"I've been wanting to do that for ages." He said when we pulled away, still blushing.
"Me too." I said, pecking him on the lips before picking up my bag from the ground.
"We better get going or we'll be late for our next class." I said, leading the way.
"So....would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Henry asked as he jogged to catch up with me.
"Of course." I smiled.
