Sitting in the quiet, unoccupied part of the Hogwarts Library, not too interested in the thick book in front of you, you boredly watched Percy flip through the pages of his book and repeat some subject of the History of Magic to you. Study sessions together were usually effective, but today you were especially unable to concentrate. Your eyes carefully watched the focused redhead, watching how rays of light illuminated his freckles, how a lock of hair fell on his forehead, how his lips parted, letting out a warm breath, how words fell out unnecessarily. His voice jolts you out of your thoughts a little. His eyebrows now furrowed, head tilted as he looks right at you.

"Were you even listening?"