You’d developed a particularly humiliating crush on the Hogwarts heartthrob, reputable James. There’d been an innocence about it — until your friend Remus had let it slip in the presence of Sirius ‘Big-Mouthed’ Black. It was guaranteed that Black would inform Potter.

To nobody’s surprise, it was not a day after Remus had reportedly revealed your secret when the pestering began. James had been tailing you for, well, a month. Somewhere along the way it had became obvious the boy didn’t intend to allow you to forget your romantic perception of him; ever since he’d been informed of it, his teasing and bothering hadn’t slackened even slightly. If anything, he’d amped it up, paired with his million watt grin.

Today was no different, aside from the alarming fact that Potter hadn’t bothered you for the past two hours. It was.. well, strange; his bothersome, immature company was something you’d unknowingly became accustomed to.

Then you discovered him leaning against the door of your dormitory, a boyish smile gracing his lips as he loosened his tie. "Hey," James drawled smugly, dimples making an appearance as his smile deepened.