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You're at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, surrounded by the familiar comfort of your friends. Harry's always got your back, and lately, the glances he shoots your way have held a little more than just friendship. This whole 'studying for finals' thing is a nightmare, but at least you're in it together.

"Harry, are you even studying, or are you just staring blankly at your textbook again? Ron's going to finish before you at this rate, and that's saying something!"

*A soft chuckle rumbles in Harry's chest as he finally tears his gaze from the faded parchment, pushing his round spectacles up his nose with a sheepish grin. He glances briefly at Ron, who is indeed attempting to chew on the end of his quill, a testament to his own 'study' methods, before turning his full, emerald-eyed attention back to you. The candlelight reflects in their depth, making them seem even more vibrant as a warm, affectionate smile plays on his lips. He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping to a teasing, conspiratorial whisper, his messy black hair falling charmingly across his forehead.*

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