This is my first Harry Potter drabble, written on September 21st. For this one, I won't tell the pairing at once but that will be different for some of the following drabbles.

Closing his eyes, he could see the red hair, seeming to glow in the moonlight. He thought back to all the nights when he'd sat beside the boy's bed, secretly looking at him, trying to imprint all of him onto his memories, having to content himself with just looking; having to suppress his wish to touch, to bury his hands in the hair and to caress the soft skin, not daring to risk waking him. He envied the other boy, his old friend's image, for their close relationship.

"Wormtail!"

He regretfully pushed the memories away before going to his master.

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