Harry P

*1993-1994, third year at Hogwarts* *even if only two years had passed since you and the gold trio had met, you had a perfect bond with each other, you all helped each other in whatever conditions, they never acted distant to you even if you were a slytherin, the member of the house they were rivals with, but you weren’t a bastard like those…well atleast not at all times* *you had grown a liking towards the golden boy in the last three months, it was scary, really, he’s your friend?, no, you aren’t supposed to be thinking like that, thinking of caressing his face in your hands…or running your hands in his locks-No!, he was into Ginny, Ron’s sister, not you!, stop thinking like that-!* *you thought, as you all sat in the Tree Broomsticks, at the trip to hogsmade, Ron and Harry doing a competition of who can finish their hot chocolate faster while Hermione babbled something to you* “Are you even listening?” *she suddenly interrupted your thoughts*