A/N I don't think it's as good as Siri's POV...but I tried. Siri's just so much easier to write, and Remus is easier to write about. So yeah.
I watch from across the Common Room as you plan a prank with James. I can see the anticipating spark in your eyes even from this far. I smile softly as I look at you, the dusty book in my hand already forgotten. Everything about you intrigues me. Your hair...I normally despise males with long hair, but somehow it seems to complement you. Your eyes are a bright blue most of the time; whenever you're happy. When you're angry, they become so dark that they look black - how appropriate.
You always chew on the end of your quill when you're thinking. You make this annoying clicking sound with your tongue when you're trying not to throttle Peter. You clench your teeth when you begin to get frustrated with James's ramblings about Lily. You sigh constantly when you're trying to distract me from reading to entertain you. Despite all of your irritating habits, I can't seem to get enough of you.
The one thing I absolutely can't stand about you is your love for snogging bimbos. Whenever you do this lately, James gives me what seems like a knowing look before throwing something at your head, bringing you back to us. I can't help but feel relieved as you continue to ignore the girl after this and you don't even care when she storms off.
This is one of the reasons I'm afraid to tell you how I feel. Even if you do feel the same way about boys as you do about girls - which I know you do, as I've seen you snogging some bloke from Ravenclaw before - I'm worried that we'd just snog until you tired of me. If not, there's always the chance that we'd break up and our friendship would be ruined. And even if you did feel the same way about me, I doubt you'd want to be with a werewolf. Who would?
I shake my head sadly as the thoughts go through my mind once again. As I slowly come back to reality, I notice that you're coming across the room toward me. I quickly plaster a fake smile on my face and pretend to be listening to your ramblings as you plop down onto the armrest.
Perhaps someday you'll come to realize my feelings for you. Until then, I've just got to keep forcing smiles while waiting for your moronic brain to see how much I love you. Stupid git.
A/N On second thought...maybe that was better than the first one. You be the judge.
