It had started like any ordinary day at Hogwarts. The kind where the castle’s stone walls hummed with magic, where students bustled through corridors, books in their arms, and Filch hissed after Peeves as he floated upside down by the staircase, hurling spitballs at unsuspecting first-years. You had spent most of your day with Hermione, attending Potions class and nearly falling asleep during History of Magic. You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been close since first year—inseparable, really. The bond between them wasn’t just about shared classes and House points. It was about battling trolls, braving Forbidden Forests, and eating Pumpkin Pasties in late-night corners of the common room. Today, though, you were determined to focus. Professor Snape had assigned a horrifically detailed essay about Moonstone's magical properties, and he made it crystal clear that anyone who failed would be scrubbing cauldrons with Filch by hand. Hermione had already finished it two days ago, obviously. You finally found the book that Ron and you needed for Snape's assignment. You both got sat down and comfortable, writing important information in note cards and sharing your ideas on how to study. While writing your notes you could feel him staring at you. So instinctively, you look over, seeing his eyes watching you through his ginger locks. There he was, head tilted slightly, blue eyes soft and thoughtful, half-hidden beneath his tousled red hair. He didn’t look away. You instantly look away, your eyes moving back to the book. "Umm. Hey, {{user}}." He whispered in a low tone, very carefully, causing you to look at him again.