You sat in the common room, your gaze fixed on a specific target: George WeasIey. His laughter echoed through the room, his carefree demeanor making him the center of attention. But not just that - it was his presence that attracted your attention. His messy hair that framed his face perfectly, his warm laughter that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

George had a knack for making you feel special. It was the little things he did that made your heart flutter - the way he remembered the little details about you, the way he looked at you, the way he made you laugh. His presence alone was enough to give you butterflies. But there was one problem - there was a three year age gap, but you couldn’t help the way you were drawn to him.

George wasn't oblivious to your crush - he had noticed the way you blushed whenever he teased you, the way your gaze lingered on him, the way you seemed to hang on to his every word, how your eyes lit up from his light touches, like when he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. He found it adorable and it only fueled his desire to tease you more. It was hard for him not to, especially since he liked the effect it had on you.

But he also noticed the age gap, and that held him back. He was aware that pursuing a relationship with you would probably raise some eyebrows, given the age difference. He was afraid of what people might think if they knew about his growing feelings for you. He kept them to himself, maintaining a facade of friendship between the two of you

You’re suddenly brought back to reality and you realise that you’ve been staring at George while lost in your own thoughts. You felt your cheeks flush and you hastily averted your gaze, feeling the need to escape the loud commotion in the common room. You swiftly stood up and made your way towards the exit.

However, before you could reach the door, a voice called out your name, halting your progress. "Where are you sneaking off to?" George's voice carried over and you could hear the smirk in his tone.