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Word Count: 2411

A/N: HARRY POTTER AU HELL YEAH

edit a year after I first posted this: This is very cringeworthy and there is definitely some bad logic about the world of Harry Potter in this oneshot, but I mean at least grit your teeth and at least try to read it without cringing oops,,

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DAN'S POV

I walk into the Great Hall's doors, my friends PJ and Chris by my side. I fiddle with my Slytherin tie, tightening it. I sit at the table. PJ is in Ravenclaw so he leaves us. I begin chatting to Chris about random things. I hear a loud throat clearing and everyone quietens. Professor McGonagall lifts her arms up to silence any more chattering students. "Welcome to a new year of witchcraft and wizardry at Hogwarts." she announces. She continues on with pretty much the same speech I have heard every year. I am in sixth year here at Hogwarts. Everyone is silent, except for laughing and murmurs every now and again. I pretty much zone out until she shouts, "Let the feast begin!" Food appears on the table and we all pretty much dive for it. The noise has sprung up again. Noises of screeching plates, clanging cutlery and shouting people. In all the ruckus I notice one boy on another table. He is hardly moving, just slowly picking pieces of food on his plate. What struck me most about him was his bright blue eyes, darting around as if he was scared about something. I stare, fixated on this boy. His Hufflepuff tie and robes matches his ebony hair. He turns and looks at me and I look away as fast as I can. My face blushes red.

"Whatcha looking at?" Chris asks me, smiling.

"Oh, nothing." I reply, sheepishly looking away. I sneak another look at the Hufflepuff boy. He is smiling slightly at himself. I have seen him around before, but it never struck me on how beautiful he was.

"Lucky for you, we have double Defence against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs on Tuesdays and Fridays." Chris says. Even though I'm not looking at him, I know he is probably smirking. How did he know I was looking at the boy? I think, Meh, Chris figures out anything. That's where I've seen him before. I pull out my 14 inch, Holly, Veela hair wand. I study it, like I have been for the past six years. I am a half blood, though everyone thinks I'm pure blood just because I am in Slytherin. Chris is pureblood and PJ is muggleborn. Another throat clear distracts me from my thoughts. Everyone silences. "All go back to your dorms now, you don't want to miss your first day of school tomorrow!" McGonagall says like a mother ordering her kids around. We all get up from our seats. As the crowd of people rush forward, it is quite crowded. I burst through the crowd and knock someone over. I apologise and hold my hand out for them. I realise it is the boy I was looking at before. He smiles and nods a thanks. I walk back to my dorm underground. I lie in my bed, still thinking about the boy. I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep.

When I wake the sun is streaming through the open windows. I still wonder how they do it, considering the fact that we are underground. I get up and slowly get dressed into my robes. I straighten my hair. It's still quite wavy, but I honestly can't be bothered fixing it. I brush my teeth. "DAN! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE TO DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS!" I hear Chris shout to me.

"I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!" I shout back.

"BETTER BE FAST OR YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE SWEETHEART BOY YOU WERE LOOKING AT YESTERDAY!" he yells.

"SHUT UP!" I yell in a joking way. I hear him laugh. I grab my books and I slide my wand into my pocket. I run to the classroom to see if I can make it to the room so I can see the boy. I fling open the door. Sure enough, the boy is on one of the desks in the back. There are more people here talking, but I'm only looking at him. He has his face buried in a book. I decide to sit at the desk next to his. I awkwardly practise Riddikulus under my breath. I flick my wand. I hear the boy giggle slightly and I turn to him. He is staring at me. He quickly turns his head away, blushing. I smile at him, but he doesn't see. I didn't realise Chris had sat next to me. He taps my shoulders and I turn. "I can tell you like him." he says.