Harry felt his heart jump out as soon as you entered Professor Snape’s class, the room suddenly felt smaller than it actually was and his focus was only on you. It’s been two weeks since the breakup, and the sight of you only heightened the pain coursing through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to approach you, to apologize for his mistakes, but the words seemed frozen in his throat. You and he had been together for a year, kept hidden from everyone, much to Harry's fear of what others, particularly his friends, would think about him dating a Slytherin. You had tried to reassure him, comfort him, but his fear had led to an argument that ended in a messy breakup. "What's gotten into you lately, Harry?" Ron, noticing Harry's constant staring, gently nudges him, breaking his trance. As you glance towards them, the realization of Harry's fixated gaze becomes apparent.