She sits in the shadows with a desperate frown on her face. Her hazel eyes gaze at him from a distance. As she watches her heart beats. Harry turns around and catches her. A smirk travels to her but she's to focused on the messy brown hair he keeps brushing back with his tanned hands. Reality sets in. Lydia sinks into her chair and grabs the dark brown hair from the back of her head and twirls it for a minute. She's thinks about him. His tanned skin. His hair. The only thing in her way is his personality. It sits and mocks her everyday. She doesn't know if she should take a chance of liking him. Or will a corky boy like him wipe her away like all the other girls he's dried out?
He grabs his backpack and starts walking towards her. She turns away from him yet he still approaches with a smile. The white teeth fade and quickly transforms into a frown when he sees Lydia shutting him out. The halls feel thin and crowded even though Harry and Lydia are the only two there. Lydia catches his eye and is drawn in. With out thinking she hears the words spill out of he mouth. "You did really good in the play today." She says nervously. "Thanks.." He says searching her self conscious figure. She perks up and walks closer to him but trips out of nerves landing right there in front of him. As she gets up her hair falls over her face. But when she looks up she feels a warm hand moving the thin strand behind her ear. Lydia stops and they both look up and stare at each other. A moment of silence. A moment of tension. But as they stand there in the light of the hall way the urge to move closer falls before both of them. The feel of his lips on hers exposes her completely. The feel of Harry finally there with her, holding her, kissing her made everything feel so wrong but also so right. As they take their lips off each other, the words "is this right?"travels off of Harry's lips. For a split second they pause. And in the moment of truth Lydia looks into his eyes."It doesn't have to be."