Rowina's heart

Harry groaned. The first year girls were the most annoying. Every year.

A group of them ran, zoomed by him, giggling. He could hear them dare one another to talk to him. They talked up each other and teased and escalated the dares. Very rarely did they gather up the courage to actually get in front of him by themselves. Once a while a blushing group came to talk to him mumbling something poking each other and ran away after blurting out something about someone having a crush on him. Harry knew how to deal with them, he have them something small maybe a couple of Bertie Bott's Beans and they went all over the moon. He had made friends out of many former admirers that way.

Rowina was not a first-year. The dark purple mane covered half her face, her bright black eyes shone bright in moonless nights. With dark lipstick, a jingly-jangly mess of planetary earrings and a gaggle of first-year girls revolving everywhere she went she was a start by herself. The second-year student had attracted the attention of third- and fourth-years including Quidditch players but she gave that no thought. For Harry had taken her breath away.

She didn't like him because he was popular famous or a little mysterious. She liked him for his innocence. Despite everything there was so much humility in him he was such a kind and curious person. She knew the stories -- his love and caring toward the house-elf made her heart melt. She hated people who mistreated elves too, one day she would free all the elves. And they said when he looked in the magic mirror that gave your anything of your desire, he saw himself with his parents and grandparents and all his family. That's what she was about too. She loved her family so much. With her he'd get a family to love and care, four doting grandparents two loving albeit somewhat confused greats, so many uncles and aunts and cute little nieces and nephews falling off their toy broomsticks and the most loving sets of parents ever. Her parents would be his too. She didn't care if they broke up, he was her soulmate she'd care for him for life. He'd be in her life for ever, one way or the other.

She didn't know how to enter the group, that was the problem. He was close to Hermione, whom she had a course with and had talked about coursework but they weren't friends, and Ron who she barely knew about except as Ginny's brother. Ginny she knew, she knew Ginny had a big place in her heart for her brother's best friend. When during an outing with a little too much spiked butterbeer Ginny had admitted that she didn't think Harry would be interested in her, Rowina had taken the opportunity to reveal her own feelings towards the boy who lived. That weekend was spent bonding over their  crush on Harry. It was different for Ginny, she got to hang out with him by just being close to her brothers, and apparently he spent a good chunk of the summer vacations at their place. He was a part of their family, the way Ginny made it sound like and she bought that, seeing how well he got along with Ron and the two troublesome Weasleys. It would be weird for him though, to date his best friend's sister. And when that didn't work out, she'd be there. She wasn't going to jump over Ginny, she'd patiently wait for them to either work out and give up all hope, or that dynamic to not work and take over. She was very much like Ginny, and her family was more extended. Harry would like that.