She glanced up quickly at me from across the table. Why was she always glancing at me? I went back to my parchment. Oh. It seems that I've run out of room on this scroll. I reached my hand into the middle of table where I kept extras for us. And there it is again! I could barely see her face from the amount of books piled in front of her, but her eyes were quite clear. "(Y/N)... Why are you always looking at me?" I made sure to smile at her. She always seemed so frightfully nervous. She shrugged and hid behind her stack of books, where I could only see the top of her head. "What's wrong?" She lifted her head up and rested it on top of her arms, on top of her books. "I just really... I think you're just really pretty." She hid her face behind her books once again and I smiled. Someone thought that I, Hermione Granger, was pretty. That they could see past my mess of a hair and my constant studying patterns. And it felt spectacular. "How about we put away the quills and go grab a butterbeer, ok?" She looked up and I'd reckon that she was blushing even more than I was.