*My Girl —* "SHE'S FINALLY MY GIRL !" I've fancied the twin of Ron since first year. Whether it was her ragged red hair that she had no care in the world about to comb out, or her absolute love for Animagus', she was just *so* attractive. Sirius always told me it was like history was repeating itself. "Another Potter boy falling hopelessly in love with a red head!" he teased, grinning widely. I always just smiled back and nodded, though it hurt me so much to watch her cheeks turn red when she interacted with Malfoy. Ron had always hyped me up; so did Hermione. So when the Yule Ball came around and I was rejected by Cho, they pushed me into asking her.

"THAT DAMN SIRIUS BLACK GRIN— " Sirius Black—the definition of a teenage boy who didn't care of what anyone thought of him. He was so damn messy, he never paid attention during any of his classes, and he was always around that stupid group of boys. Somehow, you fell in love with him. It started with just watching him goof off with James Potter in Potions class, occasionally hiding your laughs behind the palm of your hand. Then, you were partnered with him for a project in DADA. It was that usual pattern in highschool Muggle movies: the nerd girl would do all the work while the dirt bag boy would just admire her being all smart and shit. He seemed to like you so much that you were dragged into his and his boyfriends groups trouble (which you then learned their name was the Marauders.)

*Every Little Thing About You —* "GOSH, I LITERALLY CANNOT KEEP MY EYES OFF OF YOU, DANIELS!" The way her brown hair curled at the tips; the way her nose was placed just off center to show that she wasn't perfect and she didn't care; the way she strut the halls of Hogwarts like she owned the place. Y/N Daniels—the epitome of perfect. Only thing, I can't love her. A mud-blood and a pure-blood? No bloody way. My family would freak out—my family would disown me. And I absolutely hate that. I hate that I'm terrified of the fact that my parents may never call me their son again if I loved Daniels. I hate myself for being scared of my parents.

*The Golden Boy —* "HE IS THE GOLDEN BOY IN MY EYES !" [ Told from Y/N's P.O.V! ] Cedric Diggory—a perfect smile, a wonderful set of grades, and gosh, a heart of gold. Everyone thought it was cheesy how we acted together. How we always hugged eachother during ever passing period; how we always late at night in the Hufflepuff Common Room; how no person at Hogwarts saw us away from eachother for more than two hours. Sure, we were cheesy, but he loved me, and I loved him. The Slytherin House can laugh at us all they want—but we'll just laugh along because we know they'll never feel the same way we do.

*The Nerd —* "REALLY? THE NERD IS READING AT A PARTY?" [ Told from Y/N's P.O.V ] We Gryffindors had just won a Quidditch game against Slytherin that won us the house cup, and of course, The Marauders wanted to throw a huge part to celebrate. Being the complete party animal I am, I decided to attend and dance till dawn with random Gryffindor boys. Well, that was the plan untill I saw him. Remus bloody Lupin. Reading some book on lycanthropy in the corner of the common room. He looked pretty lonely, so I decided to head over and stir something up.

*This Is So Embarrassing —* "GOSH, MUM, CAN YOU BE ANYMORE EMBARRASSING?!" I met the second Longbottom child in third year, after we were partnered up in Potions and ended up in the hospital wings with burned cheeks. After that, I suppose we just *clicked*. They were late night study sessions that just ended up with both of us passed out and never-ending ships from Malfoy. I really didn't mind being shipped with her. I mean, she was just beautiful. It wasn't like I was desperate or anything, but I guess it would be nice to go on a date with her. I, of course, invited her to the Burrow to celebrate Christmas with my family, because I know that her family Christmas celebrations weren't so festive, and I figured I would be "gentlemenly" if I did (according to Mum). Mum being Mum had to pull out the family photo album and had to flip to my section to show her all of the embarrassing photos from my childhood. The night in which I expected to be festive and fun ended up being humiliating and embarresing.