AN: I decided to just reformat my story and fix some little minor details. This is the replacement of the first chapter.

I sat there in an empty corner of the Common Room, my only company being the Potions essay I had to write. I looked down at my parchment. I only had one sentence written down so far. I took a deep breath and read the sentence over again. There are many different types of healing potions... I stared at the words, my mind blank. I could not for the life of me focus on the essay. How could I when I was so utterly distracted?

I looked back up and my eyes instantly found the raven-haired boy who was sitting by the fireplace, playing a game of Exploding Snaps with his best mate while a small boy watched eagerly. He laughed to no end when his friend's eyebrows got singed. I couldn't help but sigh as he threw back his head with laughter and slapped his thigh. He didn't seem so bad at times like this, he actually seemed like a nice, fun person. It was when there was a group of people to impress that made him seem bad. I wondered how someone so beautiful could be such a show off, such a... well, a complete and utter flirt. I wondered what it would be like to be friends with him. Actually, I wondered what it would be like to be friends with anybody. This was my sixth year at Hogwarts, and so far I had made it through without a single friend. It isn't as if I'm a terrible person or anything. I'm just not what you would call outgoing. I'm shy… Very shy. When people do talk to me, I'm quiet and curt with my answers. Don't get me wrong, I do want to have friends. I just don't know how to make any.

Suddenly, I saw the small boy look at me and them say something to the other boys. They all looked at me, even the boy who had been lounging in a chair and reading a book poked his head out and looked at me. I had been staring. I had stared at him for too long. I quickly looked down at my paper, my face the color of a tomato, no doubt. Focus, Focus. There are many different types of healing potions. One of the most common being...

"Hello."

I jumped at the voice. It was him. He was standing right in front of me.

I slowly lifted up my head to look him in the face. As soon as I did, I blushed even more. He was so beautiful, and he's looking right at me.

"I don't believe I know you," he said slyly.

"Gabby Milo," I said quickly. He grinned. I thought I would faint right there and then.

"I'm Sirius Black, sixth year. What year are you, Gabby?"

He said my name, he said my name, he said my name. He was the only person other than my family to call me Gabby instead of Gabrielle.

"Um, uh, s-same as you," I said with a bit of difficulty. My heart was pounding like a drum in a parade, fast and hard. I was almost certain that he could here it too.

"Oh, really? How is it that I haven't met you before?" That grin again. He was stunning, absolutely stunning.

"Uh, well, I-I'm pretty quiet."

I sound stupid. I sound really, really stupid. I looked behind Sirius and saw that all of his friends were peeking over at us, wondering what was happening.

What am I doing anyway? I'm talking to Sirius Black! He probably wants to make fun of me, give him and his friends a good laugh. Plus, he's a womanizer! He just wants to get girls to hop in bed with him!

Wait a tick! Is he trying to get ME in bed with him?! I quickly stood up, knocking my inkwell over. The black ink quickly spread all over the table and all over my pathetic excuse for a Potions essay.

"Oh, Bugger!" I said, using my shirt of all things to try to wipe up the mess.

"Here, let me," Sirius said.

He took his wand out from his pocket and used a charm. All signs of the spilt ink on the desk and my parchment had disappeared. I turned even more red than I had been before. Was I that daft that I had forgotten about using magic? I looked down to see a huge black stain at the hem of my crisp white school shirt. Sirius moved his hands toward me. I backed up. He moved closer again, I backed up and then bolted up to my dormitory.

As I ran up the stairs, I heard Sirius say to his friends, "I was only trying to help."

Once I got up to my dormitory, I immediately flopped on my bed and stuffed my face in my pillow. I felt more humiliated and embarrassed than I had ever felt in my whole life. Words couldn't describe how I felt. How could I have been so stupid? He was only helping me out. He was only being friendly. What if he had wanted to be friends with me? I groaned into my pillow. I had blown it. Now I would never have a friend.

After minutes and minutes of mentally beating myself up and after letting a few tears slip away, I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Lily Evans, who I shared a dormitory with. I quickly rubbed my eyes and patted down my hair, which was now undeniably messy.

"Hi, Gabby. Sirius Black said that you left this down in the common room. He asked me to bring it up to you."

She called me Gabby. I was surprised. I hadn't ever really gotten to know her. I thought that she might have forgotten what my name was. I looked down at her hands to see that she was holding my parchment and quill and inkwell.

"Thank you," I said absent-mindedly. I had really been a complete prat to Sirius, yet he was still trying to be nice to me.

"Erm... Are you alright?" Lily asked. I popped out of my trance and looked back up to her.

"Yeah… I'm fine," I said quietly.

"Are you sure? Sirius said that you seemed a bit jumpy. He wasn't sure if you were alright," she told me. I paled. He thought that I was weird.

"I just... Nothing. I was just acting stupid."

"Oh… alright then. Well, I think I'll go back down to the common room. If you want to talk or anything, you know where to find me." Lily left my Potions essay then turned around and closed the door as she left.

I sat there on my bed in shock. She had been so kind to me. So caring. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Why hadn't I ever tried to talk to Lily? Once again, I was beating myself up. If only I weren't so shy, maybe I would have a friend. I stood and walked over to the mirror. I scanned over my shoulder-length, wavy, dark brown hair; my round nose that I hated; my chubby cheeks; my pale skin; the three small pimples along my jaw line; my plump, pink lips that I frequently bit; and my eyes. The only thing that I liked about my appearance was my eyes. They were big and green. They showed how scared I was.