My love story starts on a gray day in November. I was wandering the halls of Hogwarts, listening to music and trying to study. I was hopelessly failing both Astronomy, which I had an exam coming up for that week, and studying for… anything, really.
Wandering around Hogwarts on Saturday afternoon isn’t as fun as you’d think, especially if your alone. I usually had Tatianne with me, but today she was busy with her cousins. It’s not fun being alone, and I don’t know how to be alone.
“Hazel” said a voice behind me.
I look up, unplug my headphones, and stare at the white-blond boy who has walked in on my study session. I recognize him immediately. If I was a Slytherin, he would probably be my best friend. But as fate would have it, I was put in Ravenclaw.
“Hello Scorpius” I say by way of greeting.
“What are you doing?” he asks. Take a look, Mr. Malfoy, what does it look like I’m doing? Of course, I didn’t expect him to understand that I was trying to study. I barely knew him anyway, I had only had to sit over at his house for dinner once while our fathers had a nostalgic talk about the good old days when they where Hogwarts students. I hardly talked to him at school, we had no reason to.
Until now, I guess. I think of how best I could answer his question.
“Studying” I say plainly. I had an Astronomy textbook, after all. I show him.
“Oh. I have an Astronomy exam this week” he says. He didn’t notice that a few seconds before he entered the book was closed and I was staring out the window.
“Yeah. Me too.” I say, and then, because I need help, “Do you wanna study with me?”
He looks confused, but at the same time grateful. “Okay? Yeah. Sure. Here?”
“Anywhere, I guess” I say, I’m also confused that he wants to study with me, but grateful for someone who may understand Astronomy better that I do.
“The Library, and, uh, could I bring Albus?” he says.
“Albus?” I ask, though I know perfectly well who he is. Scorpius doesn’t know that.
“Uh, you’ll see. Let me go get my stuff”
And so he leaves. I walk down to the library, find a table behind some bookshelves, and wait for him. I lay out my stuff. I wait.
He walks in with a bag of books, and behind him follows a boy with jet black hair and deep brown eyes. I recognize him immediately, but don’t say anything. Scorpius and the boy sit down across from me.
“Hazel” says Scorpius. “This is Albus Severus.”
Of course, I don’t need the introduction. I would obviously be able to recognize the boy Iv’e had a crush on since second year. And, admittedly, he was all I could think about sometimes.
“Hello Mr. Severus” I say “I’m Hazel.” We’ve never actually talked to each other. I just watch him from afar.
He looks at me. Stares would be a better word, actually. I feel his eyes. I don’t mind though, and stare back at him. He’s not hard to stare at, actually. He’s quite pretty. Or the boy equivalent of pretty. Whatever that is.
Scorpius intervenes, “Its not Mr. Severus, its Mr. Potter”
“Okay?” I say, still staring at him. He’s turned to glare at Scorpius, though. I wouldn’t want him to stare at me now, anyway. Because I’m also glaring at Scorpius, though not as hard.
“Shut up, you” he snaps at Scorpius. Not aggressively, just annoyed.
“Its the truth. I’m telling her the truth. She probably knew already, anyway”
“Knew that he was… Mr. Potter?” I venture.
“Anastasia Hazel Zabini” I don’t remember telling Scorpius that my first name is Anastasia, but I don’t think too hard about it. My mother must have introduced me then, and she (with the exception of my crazy Grandma) is the only one who actually ever calls me Anastasia. “This is Albus Severus Potter”
I blink at him. I turn to Albus. This is about as awkward as it could possibly get. “Hello… I guess” I say. “are you, like, famous?” I ask, trying to break the awkwardness.
“No.” Albus says. “No. My name is Albus Severus Potter, my father is Harry Potter. I happen to be in Slytherin, which means that people generally stay away from me. Because I’m expected to live up to my father’s legacy or something. There, Scorpius, that’s the truth” He looks away from me now.
Well, at least he was honest. “Oh” I say. “Uh… your Slytherin? cool. I’m in Ravenclaw, but should have been put in Hufflepuff”
“Why?” he asks “I’m sure your clever and witty” He has the most gorgeous British Accent ever. I’d love to hear him say my name, or simply just keep talking so I didn’t have to blush and think of an answer.
“Haha…” I laugh nervously. “Witty, maybe, but not clever.” and then I add, because I don’t want to keep talking about my pathetic self to this perfect being, “Your probably a lot smarter than me”
“What house where your parents in?” he asks, he seems generally interested. In me.
“My dad was a Slytherin. My mom was a Ravenclaw. And my brother’s a Gryffindor.” I say. “But I guess that doesn’t matter.”
“Oh” says Albus. Scorpius has left. We’re alone now. “All my family is or was in Gryffindor.”
“So I guess you broke the system” I smile.
“Yeah…” He’s so cute. Adorable, really. I resist the urge to reach over and kiss him on the spot. But I barely know him. I can’t help but look down at myself.
My brown wavy hair is back in a frizzy ponytail that hasn’t been brushed for 24 hours. I look generally tired. My nails are chipped. I’m wearing some old hockey T-Shirt that at some point belonged to my brother. And let’s not even go to my ripped ‘wandering around Hogwarts’ sweatpants. He, on the other hand, looks perfect.
Scorpius comes back in, holding his laptop.
“Forgot this” he says, sitting down and opening it. I don’t see why he needs it for Astronomy. “You guys wanna take a quiz?” he asks.
“Sure?” I say, mainly to break the awkward silence.
Albus just looks at him nervously.
“Okay. There are 11 questions, and you answer them, and then the quiz, like, tells you things about yourself”
I remember this vaguely from the Princess Diaries. My friend’s back in Canada are obsessed with it, and made us all take the quiz from it. Scorpius made me and Albus type our answers in on separate tabs, and then he promised to tell us all about ourselves.
- Albus Severus
- We Don’t Talk Anymore
- I Won’t Say I’m in Love
I typed them in almost mindlessly. I waited for Albus Severus to get his answers. He finished. Scorpius looks over them. Then he looked back at us and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He reads us the answers.
“Add up the numbers in 1 and 2, you have to tell that many people about this quiz.” I have to tell 10 people. Apparently Albus Severus has to tell 5. Lucky him. I just want to get this over with and start studying.
“The person in 3 is the one you love” he says. This is when I realize that Albus Severus is looking at me. “And this is where things get interesting. Are you in love with each other or something?” Scorpius is having too much fun with this. I that moment, all I can think about is what an amazing game show host Scorpius would make someday.
I blush and look down. Albus is looking at me, I feel it. Great. Just great.
Scorpius finishes reading our answers, and I honestly don’t care. All I’m wondering now is, HOW DID THE QUIZMAKERS KNOW??? How did they know I have a crush on Albus Severus Potter, and that I had to take this quiz with him?? and, oh and this is just great, he loves me too! I mean, according to the quiz. I can’t let this go. He’s so sweet, could he really love me?? ME?!
“Hey Albus, Truth or Dare?” Scorpius asks. I won’t let him answer. It’s too embarrassing, but again, if I was thinking about myself in that precise moment I probably would never had got to know Albus and would have been stuck blushing whenever he was around.
“Dare” I say. How bad could this be?
“I never asked you, but okay” Scorpius says. “I dare you to kiss Albus Severus.”
No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
I look at Albus. He’s having a stare off with the floor and blushing beet red. Its cute, actually, but I’m not going to kiss him. Not yet, anyway.
“No.” I voice my thoughts, and then, I say stupidly, not realizing the possible consequences. “Ask me a Truth question instead.”
“Do you really love Albus Severus?”
This is even worse.
No, this is horrible. This is the end of my life. I think about my answer. I could just tell Albus, and be done with it. But I wasn’t ready for that. Besides, he would probably blush again (even though it’s cute when he blushes) and then ignore me the rest of our life. I mean our lives. Like, separate. Oh, just get it over with.
“Uh” I say, still not sure. Albus is looking out the window. I wonder if that blush has returned, but I can’t see his face. “Maybe”
My God I really hate Scorpius Malfoy right now.
“I don’t know. That’s the truth.” I say. Because I’m sure Albus is listening.
“Okay” Scorpius says. “Specify the meaning of ‘I don’t know’.”
“I need to leave” I say, because I do. Also I don’t want to keep talking about this.”This has been great, and I haven’t done any studying, but I’m late for something” I get up and leave.
I storm back to the Ravenclaw common room, and stomp to the girls’ room, I then lock myself in a shower and think my life out. It’s really sad, but considering the fact that I just embarrassed myself in front of the boy of my dreams and promptly stormed off, I need to cry. So I do. I cry and cry and cry, and listen to love songs through my headphones. Its almost an hour before I realize the Quidditch Team is going to come back from practice, and the girls will need the showers.
I put a straight face on and go to my bed. I hide behind the stupid astronomy book, and think of what to say to Albus Severus when I see him in Herbology tomorrow.
For, admittedly not the fist time in my life, I wish it would all just evaporate.
And then something weird happened. Even though I was inside, a rogue Bludger from the Hufflepuff Quidditch practice found it’s way through the Ravenclaw Girl’s dorm window.
And just like that, everything went black.