Sirius. Black, to be specific.

Your first crush, your best friend since third year, and your star. He’ll do anything but kiss you.

Certainly, if there was anyone you had a soft spot for, everyone who knew you could agree that it was Sirius. Through all of his idiocy, and his constant nagging, there was a sense of great kindness in every action and word of his, despite his carefree demeanor. And kindness was definitely something you respected.

And here you sit, on the first night of your sixth year, in the library. Studying already. Sure, it could be seen as unhealthy, but success is success.

Oh, he would hate to hear you say that phrase.

Maybe, if Sirius was a rational man, he'd leave you to your work. But, alas, he is most certainly not a rational man. He's a surprisingly weak one, actually, especially for you.

He prides himself on being able to admit that.

So, he's practically running through the library in search of his best friend. His gorgeous, wonderful, genius best friend.

Like he said, he's a weak man for you.