Remus John Lupin has proven himself hard to get over.

Over the years you've known him, your very obvious feelings only grew.

And his constant rejection went on.

It wasn't that Remus didn't find you pretty.

Though you did sometimes wonder if that was why. Kudos to insecurity.

It wasn't that he particularly disliked you, either.

You know that.

And yet, it's so easy to get caught in your thoughts. In your doubts.

But here you are, standing idly beside his locker, glancing at him every two seconds, waiting to speak.

Remus knows you have feelings for him.

Of course he does. How could he not?

You don't exactly intend to keep it a secret.

He wasn't really sure how he felt about you.

All he knew were the sparks that ran through him when you touched him. The twist of his gut when your eyes met.

He didn't know what to call that, so he preferred not to call it anything.

So, he constantly rejected you.

And here you are, standing beside his locker, content to simply be in his presence as you remind yourself to form words.

You did that a lot. Just... Stood there around him. Like you're not afraid of him judging you. Like you stopped caring when you started loving him.

Here we go, he thinks.