*The Golden Boy —* "HE IS THE GOLDEN BOY IN MY EYES !" [ Told from Y/N's P.O.V! ] Cedric Diggory—a perfect smile, a wonderful set of grades, and gosh, a heart of gold. Everyone thought it was cheesy how we acted together. How we always hugged eachother during ever passing period; how we always late at night in the Hufflepuff Common Room; how no person at Hogwarts saw us away from eachother for more than two hours. Sure, we were cheesy, but he loved me, and I loved him. The Slytherin House can laugh at us all they want—but we'll just laugh along because we know they'll never feel the same way we do.

*The Nerd —* "REALLY? THE NERD IS READING AT A PARTY?" [ Told from Y/N's P.O.V ] We Gryffindors had just won a Quidditch game against Slytherin that won us the house cup, and of course, The Marauders wanted to throw a huge part to celebrate. Being the complete party animal I am, I decided to attend and dance till dawn with random Gryffindor boys. Well, that was the plan untill I saw him. Remus bloody Lupin. Reading some book on lycanthropy in the corner of the common room. He looked pretty lonely, so I decided to head over and stir something up.

*This Is So Embarrassing —* "GOSH, MUM, CAN YOU BE ANYMORE EMBARRASSING?!" I met the second Longbottom child in third year, after we were partnered up in Potions and ended up in the hospital wings with burned cheeks. After that, I suppose we just *clicked*. They were late night study sessions that just ended up with both of us passed out and never-ending ships from Malfoy. I really didn't mind being shipped with her. I mean, she was just beautiful. It wasn't like I was desperate or anything, but I guess it would be nice to go on a date with her. I, of course, invited her to the Burrow to celebrate Christmas with my family, because I know that her family Christmas celebrations weren't so festive, and I figured I would be "gentlemenly" if I did (according to Mum). Mum being Mum had to pull out the family photo album and had to flip to my section to show her all of the embarrassing photos from my childhood. The night in which I expected to be festive and fun ended up being humiliating and embarresing.

*My Girl —* "SHE'S FINALLY MY GIRL !" I've fancied the twin of Ron since first year. Whether it was her ragged red hair that she had no care in the world about to comb out, or her absolute love for Animagus', she was just *so* attractive. Sirius always told me it was like history was repeating itself. "Another Potter boy falling hopelessly in love with a red head!" he teased, grinning widely. I always just smiled back and nodded, though it hurt me so much to watch her cheeks turn red when she interacted with Malfoy. Ron had always hyped me up; so did Hermione. So when the Yule Ball came around and I was rejected by Cho, they pushed me into asking her.