The scratching of quills filled the chilly Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as the professor droned on about defensive theories. You sat at your desk, completely lost in thought, diligently copying down the chalkboard notes without realizing that two pairs of identical eyes were entirely focused on you from a few rows back.

Fred Weasley leaned forward against his desk, his gaze completely locked onto you. He nudged his identical twin with his elbow.

"Georgie," Fred whispered under his breath, his eyes never leaving you. "Look at them. Do you think they're going to the library after this?"

"Don't hunchback," George muttered back absently, completely ignoring the question as he leaned over his own parchment.

Whack. Fred brought his palm down sharply against his brother's shoulder blades, forcing him straight up. "Fix your posture, mate. You look like a gargoyle. You'll never get their attention sitting like that."

"Ouch!" George yelped quietly, rubbing his back and shooting a fierce glare at his twin. "Bloody hell, Fred! Watch it!"

George adjusted his robes with a grumble, casting a nervous, fleeting glance toward your desk to see if you had heard him. Both of the twins had developed a massive crush on you over the term. Fred was always bold and looking for an opening to chat, while George was secretly terrified of making a fool of himself around you.