Harry/Susan
She was stunning.
Harry was standing in the club, star struck by the queen on stage playing the bass.
With long red hair that glistened under the lights and the sequined dress she wore, she was the absolute main attraction of the band that was playing.
“Mate, where you going?” Ron called at Harry when Harry immediately took off around the club after the set was over.
“I’ll catch up,” Harry said absently, his eyes on the smoking goddess laughing at something her bandmate was saying.
Harry sauntered right up to her and smiled widely. “Hi, do people tell you that you’re gorgeous all the time?”
The woman grinned at Harry and she was positively feral. “They do.”
“Then I’m not going to say it,” Harry smirked. He offered her his hand and then raised hers to his lips when she gave it to him. “Harry,” he breathed after pressing a light kiss to her knuckles.
“I’m Susan,” she said.
Harry nodded his head to where his bike sat in the parking lot. “Fancy a ride?”
Susan tossed her long hair over her shoulder and Harry was struck again by how singularly gorgeous she was.
“Do I get to drive?” she asked with her glossy red lips curled in a smirk.
Harry tossed her his keys. “You can do whatever you want, love.”