Takes place during Socerer's Stone, and you're in your 5th year. All Slytherins except Marcus Flint are made up.

Also, J.K. Rowling wrote the whole series!

(Y/N's POV)

I was walking down the hall towards my next class, Potions, with my friends from Quidditch. Marcus Flint is one of the chasers, and he's like my twin brother. The other chasers are Josie and Zoe. Quinn is a beater, along with Bradley. I'm the seeker. Geordie is the keeper.

Anyways, the Slytherins have all their classes with the Gryffindors this year, causing some groans here and there. But I don't mind. It gives me an excuse to see Oliver Wood, my crush since our first year at Hogwarts. The whole school can see my crush, but Oliver. 

I excel at Potions, so when the seven of us arrived, I wasn't surprised when Snape told me to sit next to Oliver to help him with the assignment.

"Alright class. Today, we will be brewing the luck potion. Can anyone tell me what it is called?" Snape looked unamused to be here.

My hand shot up. "Yes Ms. (L/N)?"

"Felix Felicis, Professor."

"Correct Ms. (Y/N). Now open your books to page 212, and start brewing. Do not make any careless mistakes. This is a dangerous potion to mess up with."

I flipped to page 212 of my potions book, and listed out the ingredients needed to Oliver.

He got up and grabbed them, heading back to the table. By the time he came back, I already got the cauldron to boil at a low temperature.

Soon, all but one of the ingredients were in the cauldron. Both Oliver and I reached out to grab the Murtlap Tentacle essence. We brushed hands, and my face caught on fire. I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST TOUCHED MY CRUSH!

While I was daised, he grabbed the essence, added it to the potion, and stirred for the 13 minutes called for in the book. Once we were finished, I raised by hand and Snape came over with a feather in his hands. "I pressume you are done, Ms. (L/N) and Mr. Wood." We both nodded. "Very well. Let's see if you brewed the luck potion correctly, and didn't end up concocting a deadly poison." He dropped the feather in and it floated. "Class! Ms. (L/N) and Mr. Wood have finished brewing Felix Felicis, and succeeded. Class dismissed."

After I joined up with Marcus and the other Quidditch players, Oliver came up to me and dragged my, by the hand, away. Omce we got to a secluded spot, I realized we were by the Black Lake.

Oliver was a rosey pink with his arm behind his head. "So... (Y/N). I wanted to ask you something."

I nodded. "Fire away."

"D-Do you want to go out with me?"

I beamed. "YES! YES! A MILLION TIMES, YES! Ahem. I mean, yes."

He smiled back, and then we started to close in, the space between our faces slowly getting smaller and smaller.

Until...

"(Y/N)!" I ignored Marcus's screams at me, and smashed my lips onto Oliver's.

It 

was

the

best

thing

ever!!!