There she was again. It was like a chorus of angels going off in his head every time he saw her. She was breathtaking to him, the most beautiful being he had ever seen. He laughed at her jokes in class, and listened intently when she answered questions. But that was all. He watched from afar, never daring to speak to her.
Sirius and James teased him almost daily when they caught him daydreaming about her, while Remus smiled at him sympathetically. He could tell that his friend felt the same way about someone, though he seemed to be better at hiding it; he never got caught fantasising.
He observed her closely, memorising the contours of her face and the soft curve of her perfect body.
If only he could pluck up the courage to talk to her, perhaps even ask her to join him for a drink in Hogsmeade. Maybe one day. For now he would watch, and love, in silence.
