Harry froze when he heard a voice. Bloody hell. With his luck it was a Prefect. Had he slipped so far? He was thankful that Fred and George weren't there to see him get caught. He would never hear the end of it.
"Hello?" he called back. Shutting the portrait behind him, he decided that it wouldn't help for people to see him get points taken or get detention or anything. He took a few steps forward, then a few more.
Getting to the bottom of the stairs, he felt his breath taken away when he saw the girl sitting there. She was...beautiful. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he looked at her. "Umm...hi," he greeted her, feeling lame the moment after he did.
He took a few more steps forward until he stood near her stool. "Harry," he offered.