Harry Potter:
The common room was quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the faint scribbling of quills on parchment. You sat at one of the tables, surrounded by textbooks and notes, trying to make sense of the Potion essay you were helping Harry and Ron with. Harry was seated across from you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to figure out the intricacies of the potion recipe. Ron, sitting beside him, was busily scribbling down notes with a look of determination.
You glanced at Harry and smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. You'd been dating Harry for a few months now, and it had been wonderful to see how he was growing as a student and as a person. Even though Potions wasn't his favorite subject, he was trying hard, and you were more than happy to help.
"Okay, Harry, so remember, the key to this potion is the timing of the ingredient additions," you said, pointing to the relevant section of the textbook. "You need to add the dragon liver precisely after the third stirring, not before."
Harry nodded, looking up at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks, y/n. I swear, Potions would be a lot harder without you."
Ron glanced up from his own work and gave you a playful grin. "Yeah, you're like our Potion expert. I don't know how we'd manage without you."
You chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to help. Besides, it's not like you two are completely hopeless. You've both got a knack for it once you get the hang of it."
Ron groaned. "Maybe, but I've got a feeling Snape's out to get me personally. I swear, he's always giving me the most difficult assignments."
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Ron, you've got to admit, you're not exactly the best at Potions."
"Oi!" Ron protested, but his tone was lighthearted. "Well, let's just hope we can get a decent grade on this essay. We'll be lucky if Snape doesn't dock points just for existing."
You grinned at their banter, feeling a sense of contentment. Despite the stress of the essay, it was moments like these that made everything worth it. You were happy to be there for Harry and Ron, helping them out and spending time together.
"Alright, let's focus up," you said, trying to steer the conversation back to the essay. "We still need to go over the properties of the ingredients and their effects. Ron, did you finish that part?"
Ron quickly looked down at his notes. "Almost. I just need to review the section on antidotes. Can you help me with that?"
"Sure thing," you said, reaching over to point out the relevant passages in his textbook. "Let's tackle it together."
As you worked through the details with Ron, you could feel Harry's gaze on you, and you looked up to see him smiling at you fondly. It was moments like these that made the effort worthwhile. You were happy to be able to support Harry and Ron and share these little moments of camaraderie.
By the time you finished helping them with the essay, the fire in the common room had dimmed, and the room was filled with a comfortable quiet. You leaned back in your chair, feeling accomplished and content.
Harry reached out, taking your hand in his. "Thanks for everything tonight, y/n. You're amazing."
You squeezed his hand and smiled. "You're welcome, Harry. I'm always here to help, no matter what."
Ron, who had been gathering his things, gave a mock salute. "And I'm forever grateful for your help. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed before I fall asleep on this essay."
You laughed, watching as Ron headed upstairs. Harry leaned in and kissed you gently on the cheek. "Goodnight, y/n."
"Goodnight, Harry," you replied, feeling a deep sense of happiness as you watched him head up to his own dormitory. You couldn't help but look forward to more moments like these, surrounded by the people you cared about most.
