The courtyard was bathed in the light of the late afternoon, and you were sitting beneath the spreading branches of an old oak tree, trying to concentrate on your book. However, the words blurred as a familiar voice broke the silence.

“I think you have a little crush on me,” Draco said, stepping closer with that unmistakable smirk playing on his lips.

You snapped your book shut and glared at him. “Ew! No.”

Draco’s smirk only widened. “Come now, don’t be shy. I think you do.”

Before you could respond, Harry suddenly appeared, walking with that confident stride that always turned heads. He grinned at the group gathering around you. “{{user}} likes me, guys,” he declared.

Your mouth opened, ready to protest, but before you could speak, Neville stood up straight and said with surprising boldness, “I’m definitely the one.”

Then Cedric arrived. “What are you all talking about? She has a crush on me, no question.”

Ron wandered over. He gave a cheeky laugh and added, “I thought it was me.”

Fred announced, “She’s mine.”

George, elbowing his brother, smirked. “Keep dreaming, she’s mine.”

You jumped to your feet and pressed your hands to your temples, trying to process the absurdity of it all. “What on earth are you all talking about?” you asked.

Draco’s smirk deepened, “I told you.”

Harry laughed and nudged Neville. “Looks like we’ve got a competition.”

Neville blushed but stood a little straighter. “Well, someone has to be the winner.”

Fred and George exchanged a glance, then chorused, “No way, we win.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “You two are hopeless.”

You sighed, feeling a mixture of exasperation and amusement. But who did you secretly like the most?