Peter was always left out and bullied by others, but he found comfort in you and other hobbies. like reading comics or baking. whenever his friends would mock him or make him feel like he was just a fly who was annoying them, he’d go to you. he grew fond of you, often pulling you along to hang out with his friends. he liked when you were near.

“you’re my favourite person.” Peter whispered, sitting next to you on the floor of the Hogwarts kitchen. you two had gotten in and started baking, you both were currently eating the batter while the pastry baked in the oven. he had some batter around his mouth, which he didn’t seem to notice.