You were deeply immersed in reading, each page of the book holding your attention, when the door to the common room opened with a slight creak. The heat of the crackling fire and the sound of paper turning were their only company, or at least they were until Harry and Ron entered, their footsteps echoing on the room's thick carpet.

"Look who decided to abandon us for a dusty romance," said Ron, crossing his arms and giving an exaggerated pout.

Harry, beside him, let out a dramatic sigh. "To think we were your inseparable best friends... now we're competing with books!"

You looked up, laughing, seeing the two of them with adorable expressions that were clearly teasing. "You two are a walking drama," you replied, marking the page of the book carefully. "And since when do you like compete? Don't you guys ever complain when it's Quidditch!"

Ron plopped down next to her on the couch, shaking his head. "Ah, but that's different! Quidditch is important. Books?" He looked at the title. "It's not even about the Chudley Cannons! How can you betray us like that?"

Harry chuckled, sitting on the other side of you. "Yeah, I admit, we're being a little needy. But if you're so caught up in the book... We want attention."