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?


11. Me and my broken heart

Savannah's POV

I walked cheerfully into potions. Everything was perfect. I had a loving boyfriend, amazing friends, and I rarely thought of Harry anymore. Although when I did it was painful. I went to my seat smiling. Harry was sitting at the table and my smile faltered. He looked miserable. His hair was even messier than normal and he was angrily slamming down his books and ingredients. "Okay class," Snape said at the front of the room. "You and your partner are making a love potion today. The instructions are on the board," he waved his wand and directions appeared on the board,"you may begin." Harry didn't look at me, just started working acting as though I was air. "H-Harry? You didn't start the fire," I said nervously. He muttered something and waved his wand causing a fire to start. I felt horrible.

Harry's POV

Savannah looked really hurt and upset at me giving her the cold shoulder. I reached for the snake fangs just as Savannah was. My hand rested on top of hers as we both jerked our heads up. I felt sparks and warmth in my hand rushing through my veins that caused a happiness in me. She bit her lip and tried to wiggle her hand out from under mine. I instantly felt bad. She thought I was mad at her. I squeezed her hand and I heard her breath catch. I knew what I had to do.

Savannah's POV

Harry's hand laid on top of mine. I knew he wasn't happy with me and I didn't want to make it worse. I tried to pull my hand out without knocking over the snake fangs. I saw Harry's face soften. I felt warm and didn't want to move my hand. Harry suddenly grabbed my hand squeezing it slightly. He caught me off guard and a small gasp escaped my lips. "Savannah," Harry started, "I know your with Dean. I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you," with that he dropped my hand and continued to make the potion. I felt my heart drop to my toes. I tried to ignore the tears burning my eyes and blinding my vision. He didn't care. He wanted me to be with Dean, not him. I pretended to dig through my bag for my potions kit, and wiped the tears away. I accidentally let out a small sob. Harry looked down at me. Harry mouthed 'what's wrong?' to me and I shook my head. I didn't want him to know how much he hurt me. After all, it's not his fault he has feelings for Bailey. At the end of class we bottled our potion and set it on Snape's desk as the bell rang.

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