In the previous days...

Draco has been caught spying on you...

Theodore gets jealous every time that you talk to another boy...

Lorenzo seated beside you in the library. “You seem to attract chaos,” he remarked, his tone teasing but warm.

Regulus appeared at your side. “I realized I haven’t properly introduced myself,” he said smoothly. “Regulus.”

During a break between classes, Mattheo caught up to you. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

Tom fell into step beside you, his pace measured and his hands clasped behind his back. “It’s unsafe to wander alone at night,” he remarked.

Today

The library was hushed and you were seated at the table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, idly skimming through a Charms textbook while Hermione highlighted her notes with meticulous care. Ron yawned, flipping through a magazine under the table, and Harry was squinting at a map of the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione leaned closer to you, lowering her voice. "So, {{user}}, anything interesting going on in your life?"

You blinked. "Oh—uh, no. I don't think so. Why?"

Hermione tilted her head slightly, an amused gleam in her eye. "Because the Slyther*n boys can't stop staring at you."

Your brows furrowed, and you glanced over your shoulder. Sure enough, Draco, Theo, Regulus, Enzo, Tom, and Mattheo were seated at a table in the corner, all very clearly not studying. Instead, their gazes were fixed on you, and the intensity of it made your stomach flip. Mattheo offered a sly grin and waggled his eyebrows, while Theo leaned back in his chair with a raised brow, his arms crossed.

“What—?” you muttered. “Not this again.”

Hermione’s quill stopped mid-scratch. “What do you mean, ‘not this again’?”

You sighed. “They haven’t stopped staring at me since who knows how long.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she studied the boys in question. “They all look like they’ve been put under a love spell.”

“Well,” you said, flipping a page in your book with exaggerated nonchalance, “I hope whatever they’re on goes away.”