I think I wanna marry you!

Savannah Rose Richelle, the nerdy, bubbly, positive girl.

Harry James Potter, the seeker, popular, perfect guy.

What could go wrong?

Savannah has had a crush on Harry since she first laid eyes on him. It's third year now, and romance is blooming everywhere. Will Savannah get to Harry before the most popular girl in the year?

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19. Solitude is now a twosome

Savannah's POV

The winter months were closing in with a bitter wind and frothy skies. I sat by the lake leaning against a beech tree. I was trying to catch some of the last warm rays before the cold was here for good. I held onto myself tighter as a particularly chilly blast of air whirled around me. I set my book down as I finished the last word on the page. I heard someone approaching me and turned to greet them.

"Hey Ron!" I shouted enthusiastically.

He smiled and waved at me. I thought he was going to come sit by me, but he went and sat by Mione. I smirked. Honestly, I didn't see Mione walk this way. She must have just gotten here. I saw Ron wrap an arm around Mione's waist and I gasped. I knew Ron would come to her in the end! I couldn't wait to be able to say 'I told you so' to Mione! I had forever been telling her that Ron was sure to like her back. I smiled satisfied, and didn't hear someone walk up to me.

"Savannah?" Said a voice.

I jumped before laughing. Harry stood there looking really confused by my outburst. He raised an eyebrow at me as I clutched my sides to keep from laughing. He offered me a hand up and I took it. I looked into his eyes, and just for a second, I swore I saw a gleam of adoration in them. I brushed it off not daring to believe it. He realized he still had my hand and instantly let go.

"So....what now?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"You wanna go to Hogsmead?" He asked.

"Harry! You know your not allowed!" I started.

His aunt and uncle refused to sign his form, and frankly, I didn't want him out there after everything that had happened with Sirius Black. He smiled at me.

"Only joking Mum," he chuckled.

I giggled.

Harry's POV

She giggled at my remark. I loved her laugh. Her eyes would light up like fireworks, and her cheeks would turn faintly pink. It was adorable. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at her. I could tell she was a little worried about me. She must be, what with a murder after me, and the dementors, how could she not? She looked at me her eyes asking me what her lips could not. 'What are we?' I shook my head slightly to tell her I didn't know. She looked slightly crestfallen. I wished I had and answer for her. I saw her shiver a little bit and smiled. She had forgotten her cloak! I removed my cloak and wrapped it around her, crouching down to button the front. She instantly relaxed than started blushing when she saw me in front of her.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked me as she blew on her hands to keep them warm.

"I'm a man Vannah, I don't get cold," I replied, which wasn't true.

I was actually starting to feel the bitter wind through my layers. She laughed and took my hand gently in hers. After a second she dropped my hand and as if we had some unspoken agreement, we both started walking towards the castle.

"Race you!" Savannah called a split second before breaking into a run.

I started running after her. I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew Vannah tripped and I tripped over her.

Savannah's POV

Pain exploded in my right foot as it collided with a rock. Then more pain erupted in my forehead as I hit the ground. Barely seconds passed before Harry tripped over my legs and landed on his back next to me.

"I'm such a klutz!" I moaned.

Harry burst out in laughter, and a smile slid over my face before I started laughing too.

It seemed all that week wherever I was Harry was. I even walked out of the bathroom once to find him talking to Neville a few feet away! Even when I thought I was alone, Harry would come walking out from behind a desk, or stand up from where he had been picking up the 'spilt' contents of his bag. It seemed like there was always a conversation to be had. I loved every minute of it. How could I have ever thought I was over him?

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