Sixth year at Hogwarts was never meant to be simple—but it becomes something worse when feelings start slipping where they don’t belong. Harry Potter tells himself it doesn’t matter. That whatever he feels is just distraction, just timing, just coincidence. But it never feels like that when he sees her laughing with Ron Weasley like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Ron doesn’t notice the shift at first—he never does with feelings like these—but Harry does. Always. And once he starts noticing, he can’t stop. What begins as silence turns into distance. What turns into distance starts to feel like choice. And somewhere between loyalty, jealousy, and everything left unsaid, the real question becomes not who she chooses—but why it feels like it already matters this much.