A/N: My first fanfic so please be kind.

A short drabble set in the Marauders time at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I wish I did.

She couldn't remember when she'd first realised, but now she knew that she loved him it consumed her thoughts. Yet she could never tell him, the man who'd captured her heart. He was right over there, sitting comfortably with his friends, the laughter and conversation drifting over to her.

'I don't know, I think I'll probably be a bachelor forever what with my furry little problem.'

'It won't be that that scares them off Moony, its the fact they'll never see you without a book.'

The laughter was contagious, rippling round the group

'What about you Padfoot, you ever going to settle with one girl?'

'Where would be the fun in that? Besides, I wouldn't want to leave my favourite Moony all on his lonesome.'

'I'm your only Moony.'

'Which is why you're my favourite.'

No, she could never tell him now, not when things were so obvious to her, even if they weren't to them.

That's it. Thanks for reading.

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