Can’t take my eyes off of you - Frankie Valli

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Moony couldn’t take his eyes off you. He’s liked you since that very first train ride to Hogwarts. He’d never felt so at ease with anyone, let alone someone he had just met. But everything changed at the Sorting Ceremony. You were placed in Slytherin, and he was sorted into Gryffindor. The divide between the houses was—intense, to say the least.

Moony had told himself that was the end of it. He couldn’t afford to be friends with a Slytherin, let alone fall for one. But he found himself watching you across the Great Hall, in the corridors, during Potions—always at a distance, always careful. But you were nothing like the ruthless Slytherins his friends complained about. That memory of you from the train—the warmth of your laugh, the way you listened—lingered with him.

He tried to stay away, but his heart rebelled. He’d sneak to the Owlery, sending you carefully worded notes. He’d never sign them, always too afraid of what might happen if the Marauders ever found it. They would never understand, not when their disdain for Slytherin ran so deep.

But he couldn’t stop.

Each note felt like a spark—your clever replies, the way you teased him about certain professors, and your growing trust. And yet, he never found the courage to speak to you in daylight, to risk it all and stand beside you where others could see.

Then came the Yule Ball.

He saw you standing alone in a dimly lit corridor, the soft sound of your muffled sobs echoing through the stone walls. His heart sank. Your date had left you, walking away without a second thought. Remus hesitated, feeling that familiar pull between what he should do and what he wanted to do. His friends were inside, having the time of their lives, but you—you were here, wiping away tears with shaking hands.

Without thinking, he walked over, his steps slow but sure. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper