She had been tossing and turning for the past three hours since she had climbed up her bed at nine o’clock in the evening, but sleep was still evasive. Filming for The Prisoner of Azkaban movie had wrapped up five hours ago, but her heart still wouldn’t stop racing, and her mind swam with too much questions that made her quest for sleep much more elusive than normal.
In her thirteen years of existence, this was the first time she had felt a flurry of emotions that she had so often heard being described by lovesick teenagers everywhere; her face felt hot every time he was near, and her heart would have this fluttery feeling that descended all the way down to her stomach. He was the first boy she had been physically aware of, the first one that made her aware that she was no longer a child, not yet a full grown woman, but something in between.
Emma Watson had fallen in love for the first time, and the victim of her infatuation was no other than Tom Felton.
