Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Mr Effemy, with his cool new haircut.
Day Twenty One
Okay, I'll admit it. I fancy Remus Lupin. But I'm pretty sure he fancies me back. I don't know why I say this, but let's say instinct shall we? But another thing I've realised is that I may never have a better time to make both of our feelings known, push us toward the amazing thing that is being a couple. Wait, was I always this gay?
Anyway, I need to plan a seduction. It'll have to involve mistletoe and Remus. Should be easy.
And it is. Mistletoe is dotted all around Gryffindor Tower, left by a hopeful James (and ignored by a disdainful Lily.) I catch Remus under the mistletoe placed by the boy's showers and give him a peck on the mouth.
"Happy Twenty First to me." He murmurs while I pretend not to hear.