This is dedicated to Gracie (I-veGotManyNames) as part of my Christmas gift collection.

Day:1
Pairing: Rose/OC(Samuel Jonathan Holmes.)

She has no idea (no idea),
That I'm even here (that I'm even here). She has no idea (no idea),
That I'm even here (that I'm even here).

No Idea- All Time Low

You first meet him (again) in a bookshop, Flourish and Blotts to be precise. His hair is messy and a pencil is tucked behind his ear as he hums to himself whilst he puts the books back on the shelf. At first you walk past the ladder he is standing on, but then you realise what the song is and you remember a time, maybe not so long ago when a tall, dark-haired boy walked along the streets of Hogsmeade and shared sour lollipops with you. He hummed that same song, a song about falling in love but being invisible at the same time. A song that you, although you would never admit it to anyone, had listened to many times and never quite forgot what the world was like when you were fifteen. He looks down and you swear that your heart almost skips a beat. "Sam!" You grin. "What are you doing here?"
He looked down. "Rose?" He pushed his glasses back up his nose, a familiar routine. "I work here. How are you?"
You smile. "I'm pretty good, great even. What about you, Sam?"
His smile is so wide; his face looks like it could break. "I'm brilliant. What book are you looking for?"
"Anything you have on pumpkins." You reply and his ladder flies down the aisles to get your books.

Several weeks of catching up later, you're just about to leave the house for work when an owl flies through your open window and perches upon your kitchen table, dropping a package onto the newly swept floor. You decide to open it, you would be early to work anyway and in it is a bunch of sour lollipops, all tied together like a bouquet of flowers with a single crimson rose inside and a white ribbon around the outside. Attached is a note,

"Rose,
It's been brilliant catching up with you, would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me tonight at seven? I know it's further away than The Hallows Pub but I remembered that you liked it there.
Samuel."

You don't know why but at seven pm exactly, you're sitting opposite him ordering pumpkin pie (it is Halloween after all.) and talking about books as easily as you did three years ago.
"I love John Green." You say, sipping you drink. He smiles, less awkward than he used to be (funny how much of a difference three years can make.) "I remembered." You both laugh and your food arrives. It isn't until much later (maybe two hours?) that you realise how easy it is to just talk and be friendly with him. Just before you leave, as he is paying, "No, No, I insist." You realise that they haven't charged you enough. You tap a waiter on the shoulder. "I think we owe you money." You explain and he smiles.
"No, No! Discount for the happy couple!"
You glance at Sam. "We're not even together." You could have sworn Sam's face fell a little, but maybe it was a trick of the fading light. (You're not entirely sure.) The waiter shook his head, frowning. "Sorry about that." He lets you off the money anyway but as you're walking along the streets, a strong sense of déjà vu hits you. (Three years on and it's still the same.) "I've never dated anyone." You blurt out. He doesn't say anything before turning to face you. "Me neither."
After a few minutes in which the only audible thing is an owl hooting in the dark night, he speaks again. "Maybe we should try…. I mean, would you want to go out with me?"
You smile. "Yes. I'd like that."

Slowly he puts his hand in yours and you continue to walk, side by side, along those streets you used to walk.