I know Harry and Ron aren't usually friends in this point of the book/movies but for this story I'm going to make it so that they make up before. So this chapter they are friends!

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"Ophelia wake up!" Hermione insisted, hitting Ophelia with a pillow. "I have some interesting news."

Ophelia groaned and yanked the pillow from Hermiones grasp. She threw it aggressively at Hermione as she sat up.

"That's why you woke me at 10:00am on a Saturday?" Ophelia snarled. She was never an early bird.

"Well I thought you'd like to go shopping for the party tonight." Hermione giggled. She knew Ophelia loved common room parties.

"What party?" Ophelia questioned, rubbing her eyes and adjusting to the light.

"Fred and George are throwing one in the common room tonight." Hermione explained. "Just gryffindor so far but we're allowed to invite anybody we want"

Fred and George always threw great parties in the common room; what Ophelia liked about their parties was that they were so relaxed yet insanely crazy and fun that she didn't have to dress up all fancy.

"I have clothes in my closet Mione." Ophelia giggled, laying back down. "Close the blinds and wake me up when the party is about to start!"

Hermione groaned and closed the blinds before walking out and slamming the dorm door behind her.

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9:30 pm.

Ophelia shot up as the door to her dorm flew open.

"Will you wake up!" Ron shouted through his laughter. Harry followed in behind him, laughing along with him.

"I'm already awake dumbass." Ophelia snarled, stepping out of bed. She had gotten dressed a few minutes ago and was just laying down and reading for awhile before going down to the party.

She was dressed in a tight, grey tank top and dark blue ripped jeans. She also wore a dark plaid cardigan with her outfit. It was both comfortable and gorgeous on her.

Harry stopped laughing as she stood, completely taken back by how beautiful she looked. She looked effortlessly stunning.her eyelashes were curled nicely. Harry never realized how long her eyelashes really were. Everything around him in that moment seemed to freeze; it was like any thought of any other girl slipped his mind.

"Will you stop drooling mate." Ron scoffed, pushing Harry aside and walking out of the dimly lit dorm.

Even Ophelia had seemed to forget how time worked. Harry was dressed in jeans, a plain t-shirt and a dark cardigan that was just over the length of his torso. His hair was ruffled and his cheeks were pink and soft. He looked amazing.

"Well." Ophelia cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "I assume you have people waiting for you downstairs."

Harry looked back at the door and then back to Ophelia.

"I guess so..." Harry replied awkwardly, taking a step to turn around. Things seemed so awkward recently.

"Harry wait." Ophelia sighed, realizing they had to talk about everything that seemed to be happening with them.

They both seemed to have been feeling jealous and awkward.

Harry turned and looked at Ophelia as he moved his hand behind him and shut the door slowly.

"Yeah?" He asked, though he knew what was coming.

"I can't keep doing this." Ophelia sighed, playing with her necklace.

Harry gave her a confused look.

"How can you not see it Harry?" Ophelia said. "It's so obvious."

She gripped the necklace in her palm and looked down to the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with Harry. He made her feeling weak; he was the only one who could get her guard down, he was the only one who could make her feel.

"See what?" Harry asked, genuinely confused this time.

"The way I look at you!" Ophelia explained.

Harry bit his lip and looked up at Ophelia. She was still staring down at the ground, unable to look at Harry.

"You've been feeling..awkward too then?" Harry asked, stepping a little closer.

"And I hate it." Ophelia whispered in response, noticing how Harry inches closer.

Suddenly, Harry got a boost of confidence. He felt as if he didn't do something now, he could seriously hurt her.

He inched closer to her so that they weren't even inches apart. He stood over her, hoping she would look up.

"And you haven't seen the way I look at you." Harry said.

They could hear the party music muffled in the distance from the common room, but neither seemed to acknowledge it in the moment. They were too focused on each other.

"Is it anything like the way you look at Cho?" Ophelia asked, now fiddling with her necklace again.

Harry was shocked Ophelia thought he liked Cho. At most he thought she was attractive, but not even close to how beautiful and perfect Ophelia was to him.

"You know Cho can't compete with you. I have no feelings for her in that way Ophelia." Harry whispered, taking his hand and gently lifting Ophelias chin so that her eyes were looking into his. "You're the only one I think about Ophelia. Day and night."

Butterflies were swarming in Ophelias stomach. Had Harry felt this way for her the whole time? Bloody hell.

She stared up into Harrys beautiful green eyes. She noticed his hands were now rested on her hips, and that her arms were huddled in front of her, gently rested against Harry's chest. They were close right now.

Without a second thought, Ophelia leaned upwards, pressing her lips against Harry's gently. She slowly moved her arms so that they were around his neck as he began to kiss her back. Everything she felt for Harry and everything he felt for her was now coming together. He pulled her closer slowly and gently so that their bodies were pressed against each other's softly. She had her arms around his neck as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. She had raised to her tippy toes so that Harry didn't have to bend down at all aswell.

As Ophelia lowered herself, their lips parted slowly. Harry opened his eyes at the same moment she did and their eyes met, creating a spark between them.

"I can't pretend you're just my bestfriend anymore." Ophelia whispered.

"Then be my girlfriend Ophelia Topaz Granger." Harry whispered in response. "I want nothing more."

"You've got no idea how long I've waited to hear that." Ophelia whispered, her lips spreading into a smile. "Of course I'll be your girlfriend."

The two leaned in once more, kissing each other like there was nothing more they wanted to do. Just their lips against each other's gave them a sense of comfort.

A sense of love.

Ophelia stumbled away from Harry quickly as she heard somebody running down the hallway towards their dorm. She brushed herself off as Ron barged into the room once more.

"Can you two hurry up!" Ron scoffed, leaning against the door frame. "There's a bloody party downstairs and you two are in here. Let's go!"

Ron rolled his eyes jokingly before running down the hallway once more. Harry glanced to Ophelia and chuckled; she giggled along with him.

"Should we tell anyone yet?" Ophelia asked through her giggles.

Harry smiled at how adorable her laugh was.

"I say we keep it a secret for awhile." Harry grinned. "Unless you want Rita to write about you."

Ophelia shook her head dramatically, making Harry laugh.

"We'll keep it a secret for awhile then." Ophelia giggled, walking past Harry and leaning in the door way. He walked up to her and grinned.

Ophelia kissed him softly before stepping back and winking.

"See you at the party 'bestfriend'" ophelia teased.

She quickly jogged down the hallway and out of sight, leaving Harry completely flustered, standing in the door way. He grinned and chuckled softly, completely in love with her, yet so turned on.

He had finally done it. Ophelia was his girlfriend.

"Lucky me." Harry grinned.

He walked away from the dorm, shutting the door behind him and walking down the hallway towards the common room.