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Starstruck

        Things were already off to a strange start, and she had barely boarded Hogwarts Express. For some mysterious reason, the appointed time for boarding the train was a bit earlier than the years before. She'd gotten confirmation from the twins that this had never been done in the time that they attended the school.

As soon as she had emerged from the brick wall and onto platform 9 and 3/4, Y/N couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. It didn't take long for her to realize that it was coming from her own school-mates taking absurdly long double-takes. Really, you'd think that they'd seen the legendary Harry Potter before.

As the quartet approached the locomotive, Y/N nudged the chosen one's arm. "Looks like someone's popular this year," she said.

Harry stared back at the girl incredulously, his bright green eyes wide. His friend was smart when she wanted to be, but did she really not know? I mean, she was absolutely stunning now was she not? Harry thought it impossible that Y/N could look into a mirror and not see how much of a gorgeous witch she had become. Because he certainly thought she was pretty. "Uh yeah, I guess," he shrugged. If someone was going to tell Y/N that she was an eye-catcher now, it wasn't going to be Harry. That would simply be too awkward.

The ride itself wasn't too interesting. The group stuck to their usual routine: with Harry and Y/N on one side and Hermione and Ron on the other. Unlike Ron or Hermione, Y/N had nothing to read. Well, nothing she wanted to read. Maybe a good muggle book would've tickled her fancy but she was hoping the library would take care of that with their "Muggle fiction" section. Instead, she busied herself with leaning onto Harry's shoulder and drumming her fingers against the seat as she dully eyed the serpent on the paper that Hermione held.

Harry didn't mind this at all. He'd become accustomed to his friend's habit of making herself comfortable just about anywhere and by any means possible. Strangely, it was a part of Y/N that he found himself liking more and more with each day. It was such a Y/N thing of her to do.

The girl was just about to drift off to sleep out of sheer boredom before the holy grail of words were heard from down the hall. "Anything from the trolley?"

All but Hermione sprung to action. If there was anything Y/N and Ron were going to sit up for, it was candy. The girl fished out a sickle from her pocket and pressed it into Harry's hand. "Jelly slugs!"

Once the trolley lady was at their door, the two boys rushed ahead to purchase the sweets. Ron returned first but Harry got a bit...preoccupied with a certain Ravenclaw seeker buying pumpkin pasties. She was pretty. Pretty enough to make the boy fumble on his words and forget what he was doing for a second.

But she wasn't nearly as pretty as the girl waiting for him to return with the biggest expecting eyes in the universe. As soon as her favorite treat was within her grasp, Y/N settled back onto her favorite human pillow. Hermione's ranting melted into the gentle thrum of the train engine and lulled the girl to sleep as soon as her treat was devoured. She could barely even register Harry's arm trying its best not to wake the girl as he wrote and attached a letter to Hedwig. Y/N couldn't help but think that if she were going to fall asleep on anyone, It would definitely be Harry.

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Waking up (1) on her friend's lap and (2) with the sun still decently bright outside was surprisingly pleasant for Y/N. Usually, it was Hermione who shook the girl awake, but she found that Harry was quite gentle with nudging her back into the conscious realm. Y/N didn't care that boys weren't allowed in the girls' dormitory. If she was woken up this nicely every morning by Harry (unlike Hermione's hurricane of a wake-up call), Y/N would be a happy girl for the rest of her life.