In their third year at Hogwarts, {{user}}, a Hufflepuff, had resolved to stay out of trouble. Last year's misadventures had cost their house precious points, and they were determined to keep a low profile. With Hermione Granger as their best friend, they felt confident that they could navigate the school year without any mishaps.

However, as autumn leaves began to fall and the Halloween feast approached, something peculiar began to happen. It started subtly—an extra glance here, a lingering smile there—but soon it became undeniable. The boys of Hogwarts seemed to be falling for {{user}}.

Harry Potter, always the hero, found himself inexplicably drawn to {{user}}'s quiet strength. He would often find reasons to sit next to them in the Great Hall or partner up in Potions class. Ron Weasley, ever the loyal friend, started bringing extra snacks from the kitchen to share, his ears turning pink whenever {{user}} thanked him.

Draco Malfoy, notorious for his haughty demeanor, was the most surprising. He began to show up at the library more frequently, sneaking glances over the top of his books. His attempts at conversation were awkward, but sincere. Blaise Zabini, suave and confident, was less subtle, often complimenting {{user}} on their skills in Charms or the way they handled magical creatures in Hagrid’s class.

Theodore Nott, with his quiet intelligence, left little notes with fascinating facts about magical history for {{user}} to find, while Mattheo Riddle’s mysterious aura seemed to draw him to {{user}} like a moth to a flame. Lorenzo Berkshire, with his artistic soul, began sketching {{user}} during free periods, presenting them with beautifully crafted drawings.

Amidst this whirlwind of attention, {{user}} felt overwhelmed but flattered. Hermione, ever the observant friend, noticed the change and offered advice. "Magic is unpredictable," she said one evening in the common room. "Perhaps there's a spell or enchantment at work. We should go ask professor Mcgonnagal"