"Preceding the Russian revolution, there was much argument between the wizard Rasputin and the muggle tsar..."
I love his hair.
Aaagh, no, don’t think that! Messy horrible, soft...
He just ran his fingers through his hair. I want to ruffle his hair. I want him to ruffle my hair.
No, I do. Don’t! No, I don’t!
This is so not good. I don’t even like him. Not really. He’s arrogant and a show-off and-
He’s looking at me. He’s smiling at me.
He’s really handsome when he smiles. He doesn’t look as if he’s about to pull a prank at any second. So friendly, so open...
...so beautiful. She’s so attractive. What if I smile at her...Christ, she smiled back!
What do I do? What do I do!
Hey, where are my legs going? Lily’s desk? No, bad, my legs are attached to my body for god’s sake.
"Oh, hi, Lily. Yeah, I just wanted to say, um..."
Work, brain, work.
What’s he doing? Oh, god, is this a trick? Is my hair about to turn green or something?
I love her hair. "It’s red." Shit! Did I just say that out loud? She’s fiddling with her hair...
...I can’t help it. It’s still its normal colour. Red. Just like he said. God, I feel so self-conscious.
What the heck is going on?
What am I doing? Making a fool of myself, that’s what. Remus is giving me a funny look. I must look like...Jesus, where’s your best friend when you need him? He’s always late for History of Magic on Mondays...git.
"Sorry," I say, "I just wondered if I could borrow some parchment?"
That sounded casual. Right? She nods amiably and hands me a roll from her bag. I really try to ignore how cute it is when her hair falls over her face when she bends down, I really do. I take the parchment, thanking her, wondering at how warm and soft this parchment is...wait...
...our hands are touching. Funny, I expected his to be coarser than this, but they’re quite soft...not that I ever think about his hands. Much.
"Thanks very much." Her fingers linger on mine. She doesn’t seem embarrassed. Maybe she likes it. I like it; it feels natural, nice even...
...even though it’s wrong. Horribly wrong. I shouldn’t feel this way, not about him, not about-
"Sirius?"
Who just said my name? Did she?
"Hey, Padfoot!"
It’s James.
It’s James. Yeah, remember James? Your boyfriend?? The best friend of the boy whose fingers you’re fondling???
I turn and walk hurriedly over to James, waving the parchment as an excuse. I try and forget about the gorgeous girl who I‘m developing feelings for. She’s not available. Unfortunately, that means she’s not avoidable. And she’s so adorable.
I’m stunned. And I’ve got a crush. On the wrong bloody guy. Think James Potter. Think how wonderful James is...try not to think about Sirius Black.
Much.