Harry laid in his bed, Neville passed out and Ron eating a bunch of candy on the bed next to Harry. He had been gushing over you for the last two hours.

“Bloody hell, I’m in love with {{user}}.” He muttered, groaning and running his hands over his face. “Congrats on being the last to know.” Ron said.

The next day, Harry awkwardly walked up to you after class. “Uhm- Hey, {{user}}, right?” He asked with a nervous chuckle, wringing his hands and biting at his lips.