I woke up in a good mood this morning, knowing that today was the last day at Hogwarts before the Christmas break. While I loved being at Hogwarts, being a sixth year had so far served to be particularly exhausting and I was looking forward to relaxing, eating food and getting presents. I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast where I spotted my best friend Rose Weasley at the Gryffindor table sitting with her cousins James Potter and Fred Weasley.
"Good morning," I said brightly, helping myself to some toast.
"Hey Iris." replied Rose in an amused tone. "Someone's in a good mood."
"Just looking forward to Christmas!" I exclaimed.
"You better be coming to the annual Christmas Party at the Burrow! Everyone's going to be there!" She begged.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
The Weasley/Potter clan hosted a Christmas party every year. I was looking forward to it this year in particular because I heard Chase Thomas was going to be there. I seem to have acquired somewhat of a crush upon my fellow sixth year in the last two years ago. Any attempts to rid him of my interest have so far failed. He's tall, good looking, smart, confident, we share the same interests and he makes me feel like a better person. I always thought I was too picky to have a boyfriend, until I met the definition of Boyfriend Material. We were potions partners last year and all the signs from Witch Weekly were pointing towards him liking me. He'd steady my hand when I was pouring, offer me hugs, walk me back to my dormitory after a late night studying in the library. I wasn't looking into these things was I? Even Rose admitted, those are serious signs of a guy who likes you.
"Uh, James?" I asked casually to Rose's older cousin. "Who's coming to the party anyway?"
"The usual crowd mostly," James began.
"Rose will be bringing Malfoy," added Fred, winking.
Rose blushed and nudged her cousin. "No I'm not!"
James laughed. "Okay fine, well he's best mates with Albus so we'll say that's the reason he's coming."
I scowled at the mention of James's brother Albus. He was in our year, a Slytherin, and a cynical arrogant know-it-all. I made a mental note to avoid him for the entire night.
"A couple of people from the Quidditch team will come obviously," James continued. "And I'm guessing Roxy will bring Pete."
Peter was my brother and he'd been dating Roxanne Weasley for a few months now.
"W-what about um.. Chase?" I asked.
I could see Rose try to contain a grin. She knew I'd liked Chase since the beginning when I couldn't keep my eyes off him in Potions.
"He'll be there," Fred interjected. "Or at least that's what I heard."
With that knowledge, I learned back and ate my breakfast with an excited feeling about the upcoming party. I watched Chase from the corner of my eye reading an Ancient Runes text at the Hufflepuff table. He had a concentrated look on his face and one hand running his fingers through his curls, an anxious but adorable habit I had noticed over the years.
After finishing breakfast I got up and decided to approach him to wish him a Merry Christmas and safe break. I inhaled a deep breath and walked as confidently as I could towards his table. A surge of butterflies accumulated in my stomach.
"Howdy partner," I greeted him.
He looked up and smiled. "Oh hey there, stranger."
"Just thought I'd wish you a Merry Christmas," I said as casually yet friendly as possible.
"Iris," he said, putting down his book and looking up at me. "Why are you so awesome?
I felt a surge of energy flow through me as he said my name.
I giggled and shrugged in reply. "I try."
He stood up and opened his arms wide. "Come here."
I smiled widely and leaned in and gave him a tight hug. Although I was tall, he was still tall enough to allow me to place my head into his chest. His body felt so comforting, and he smelt so good. He had that boy smell, but the really good kind. I wonder if he uses deodorant or cologne. I sighed as the hug ended.
"Have a good Christmas too. Will I see you at the Wotter party?"
"If you're lucky," I replied, wondering if that sounded flirtatious enough for him to get a hint.
"I sure hope so," he continued. "I hear it's going to be great."
We continued talking for a few minutes about the party and our upcoming plans before he had to go class.
I still had a free break until my next class so I stayed in the Great Hall and pulled out a book.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see a black haired boy walking towards me.
"That was some poor form, Miller," said none other than the infuriating Albus Potter.
"Don't know what you're talking about Potter," I replied, not looking up from my book.
"Rose told me you have a thing for thing for Thomas."
I slammed my book down on the table and standing up to look him in the eye. Unfortunately, Albus was far taller than me, and even Chase. I looked into his scathing green eyes.
"She's lying," I spat.
"No she's not. I know this because she told Scorpius and Scorpius told me."
I reminded myself to kill Rose. News travels too quickly around this school. I'm sure by now the only person who doesn't know I like Chase Thomas is Chase Thomas.
"What does it matter to you Potter?"
"Oh it doesn't," he responded. "I'm all for it. You'll definitely throw him off his Quidditch playing."
"Ah yes, because that's the only way Slytherin will ever have a chance of winning the House Cup."
"It's still a greater chance than any bloke dating you."
I growled. "Fuck you, Potter.
Albus leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Be my guest."
He then smirked as he saw my face fuming red with anger, and contently walked off.
My morning's perfectly good mood had been ruined by Albus Severus Potter.