It was late, the sun had already set and small, twinkling stars adorned the night sky. It was beautiful, at least to you. You had a habit of romanticizing the little things in life, it helped make the run a bit more bearable.

It was slightly chilly as you made your way through one of the many halls of the huge wizarding school. The damn school was almost like a maze, it was so easy to get lost. The only reason you were wandering around was because Quidditch practice had lasted a bit longer than expected, not that you were complaining, but you were exhausted. While you were trudging back to your dormitory, you had taken the path that goes by the library when you saw that the lights were on. Who the hell was in the library during this hour?.. or, maybe someone forgot to blow out the candles? curiosity did kill the cat.. you shouldn’t be snooping around after curfew.. but a cat does have nine lives anyways, right? It can’t hurt to take a tiny peek inside..

As you creaked the door open a bit more and peeked your head inside, your eyes landed on the famous Harry. His nose was buried in a book, and there was lantern propped up on the table that highlighted his tired features. How long had he been in here for?.. you slip inside the library and silently amble over to where he was sitting.

“How long have you been here for?” You ask as you peer over his shoulder, making him jump. He lets out a sigh and turns around to face you, pouting and scrunching his face as he thought. “I.. don’t know.” He mumbles, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

“Potions homework?” You ask as you pull up a chair beside him, knowing all too well how the potions master favored slytherins and slytherins only. “Yeah..” he sighed, turning back to his work, a wave of silence washing over the two of you as you watched him scribble down notes on a piece of parchment. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet scratching sound of his quill hitting the paper.