"Shh! Stop screaming." Harry hushed you with his hand over your mouth. His eyebrows seemed furrowed in concentration but there was a hint of adrenaline and worry in his eyes. What do you call that? Crush syndrome.

One minute, you were walking back to your dorm after a long day of classes and running around the grand castle that is Hogwarts. The next, you were being tugged by your bicep into a small broom closet in the halls.

Harry covered your mouth knowing you were gonna scream. You were his best friend after all. "Sorry about the- uh- abrupt interruption but I need your help." He pleaded, slowly taking his hand off your mouth and held you by your shoulders.

"You know how I was planning to ask Heather out today after Qudditch, right? Well, I just need to rehearse real quick so do you mind doing me the huge favor of just being Heather? All you have to do is stand there." Harry looked at you with those emerald eyes that made you weak and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Please?"