The library at Hogwarts was always your favorite spot, especially when the late afternoon sun cast warm hues across the rows of bookshelves. Today was no different. You and Theodore Nott were ensconced in a quiet corner, an open book on ancient runes between you. Theo's hand absentmindedly traced the edge of the page, a silent rhythm you had come to recognize as his thinking pattern.

"You know, you really should consider publishing your notes, Theo," you said, glancing up from the intricate rune diagram. "They're better than any textbook I've read."

Theo smirked, his usual cockiness tempered with a warmth reserved just for you. "Flattery will get you nowhere, cara mia," he replied, his grey eyes flicking to meet yours, holding your gaze a second longer than necessary.

You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. "I'm serious! You have a gift."

He raised an eyebrow, a familiar gesture that always made your heart skip a beat. "And what would Draco say? His precious sibling promoting Nott's nonsense."