Marlene. She was beautiful. Atleast that was what everyone thought. Remus didn’t. No matter how hard he looked, she wasn’t appealing to him. Someone else was.

you

Something about you attracted him. You weren’t like Marlene. Big bust and assets. You were small, perfect. Just the right amount of everything.

He knew deep down he should tell you he liked you. Before it was too late. But now, it felt like it already was too late.

Remus was sitting at the Gryffindor table. Next to Sirius and across from James and Peter. He was glaring down the hall, where you were talking to Evan Rosier. Fuck he hated Rosier. And any other guy that talked, or even looked at you.