You were in the library, the hallways silent and the soft light from the old lamps casting shadows on the dusty books. It was late, almost all the students had already gone to their dormitories, but you couldn't focus on anything other than the presence of Arthur Weasley by your side. They were both Gryffindor students and had just finished a project together, but in that stillness, something else hung in the air.

Arthur was sitting with a book open on his lap, but you knew he wasn't reading anymore. He absentmindedly flipped through the pages, his gaze sometimes shifting to you. When you finally looked up, your eyes met. He smiled that mischievous smile, the same one that always made your heart skip a beat.

"Are you trying to distract me, Weasley?" you asked, breaking the silence with an amused whisper.

He tilted his head, still smiling, and closed the book with a slight click. “Me? Never. I just think it's funny how focused you are... or should I say, trying to stay focused."

You laughed, feeling the heat rise to your face. It wasn't easy to maintain your composure when he looked at you like that, especially here, in the welcoming silence of the library. He moved a little closer, resting his elbow on the table and looking directly into your eyes.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” he suggested, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I know a better place than the library to end this conversation.”