Stiles is a stalker. Hey, he admits it. A creeping creepy creeper. It isn't even his fault- not really. It all started with a certain Miss Lydia Martin. Lydia was Stiles' crush for over ten years. He hadn't been quiet about it either. He'd proposed to her in the third grade- not the best moment in his life. He continued pursuing Lydia until his 4th year, when she finally acknowledged him. That was when he realized that she wasn't the perfect person he'd thought she was. They soon became friends, and remain to this day, the very best. In 5th year, Stiles set eyes on Derek Hale. He doesn't realize how he'd missed this guy before. Seriously, though. Hale was a 6 foot tall hulking hunk of delicious man meat with artfully mussed hair, gorgeous sea-foam green eyes, a dark five o'clock shadow, and muscles of steel- it was like he was conjured straight from Stiles' wet dreams. It's only too bad that Derek didn't even know that Stiles existed. Which brings us to this current moment, where Stiles is tailing Derek through the halls of the magnificent magic school, Hogwarts.
"Ugh, Lydia!" Stiles grumbled, when he felt the strawberry blonde tug at his arm, pulling him away from the wall. "What do you want?" Lydia just raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him, pursing her freshly glossed lips together. "Fine." Stiles linked an arm through hers and let her drag him through the halls towards the kitchen. They had a free period at noon, so they were fine even if Professor Finstock caught them.