Finally, he thought, someone's looking at me, not Fred.

You were looking at him through the Great Hall, him not Fred. He spend long time in his twin brother's shadow that he forgot how it felt to be looked by someone.

Your gaze didn't switch between them two. You were looking at him.

You shared small talks for months, not realizing how special it was for him.

One day, at the lunch in the Great Hall, you sat across from him. Not Fred. Him. You talked for a while, having fun, until you mentioned the name you thought belonged to him. You said "Fred".

You saw something change in his eyes. Pain. Maybe he should've corrected you. Maybe he should've told you that you got the wrong Weasley.

"Yeah", he just said, continuing the conversation.