The Harry Potter men react to:
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎: “𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”
𝒀𝒐𝒖: “𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏.”
He chuckles, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “What’s wrong with men your own age?”
You shrug, putting your elbow on the table and resting your head on your hand. “I don’t want them. They don’t interest me.”
“And I interest you?” He smirked, leaning back in his chair.
“We have more in common and talking to you is so easy and I just…love being around you.”
He raises his brows at you. “So it’s not because of my devilishly handsome face, is it?”
You smirk and blush slightly. You shrug nonchalantly. “That too, I guess.”
“You’re so cheeky.” He exhales a laugh and stares at you a moment, lost in thought. “I’m wondering why I’m saying no, to be honest.”
“Me too.” You purr, feeling the heat between you rise.
He leans over the table, mirroring your posture. “All right then. If you still want me, I’ll be yours.”
He shakes his head before even letting you finish.
“Being seen in public with me would tarnish your name. I won’t do that to you.”
Your heart dropped. Tears pricked your eyes. “Please, Remus. You’re breaking my heart.”
“You’ll find someone else.” He stood up but despite his words, he couldn’t quite look you in the eye.
You stood from your chair too, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t want anyone else!”
At this he turned to look directly at you, at the tears threatening to fall. “Why? Why me of anyone else?”
“Because you deserve love as much as anyone else and I…love you.”
His eyes soften and he reaches out to cup your cheek, using his thumb to wipe a tear away. “I’ll never understand it, you know. I’m not anyone special.”
“Yes, you are.” You argued. “To me you’re everything.”
He sighs, his shoulders relaxing. “All right.” His voice is soft too.
Relief floods you and you wrap your arms around him. He chuckles in your ear and hugs you close.
He spins to face you, his cloak swishing after him.
“You can’t mean it.” He frowns and shakes his head, disbelieving.
“I meant every word.” You straighten your back, unafraid of your feelings.
“Why?” His eyes scan over you as if looking for a sign.
You let out a breath, gesturing in the air, looking for the right answer. “Other than everything, you mean?”
“Everything? You don’t know everything.” He murmurs.
You step closer. “I’d love the chance to know more. As much as I can so I can love those parts too.”
“Yes. That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” You step closer still, now with only a foot between you.
You reach out for his hand, holding it with both of yours. “There’s only you, Severus.”
“I… Well…in that case.” He closes the gap and with his free hand holds your face, letting himself love you too.
He scoffs. “You like the idea of an older man. It’s not like how you might picture it.” He starts to turn away.
“And how might I picture it?” You question.
He turns back toward you with a heavy sigh and studies your face. “We don’t have the same energy, for a start… We have very little in common…” he hesitated. “There’s just too many variables, it’d never work.”
“You wouldn’t even be willing to try?” You argue.
He frowns at you, deep in thought. “You don’t want an old man like me.”
He stares down at you, slightly aghast at your words. “You’d get bored of me.”
“All of this is just speculation. You don’t actually know what would happen. Neither do I. But I want to try. Life is too short.” You could almost hear your own heart breaking. “Is this because you don’t at least find me attractive or because you genuinely don’t want to date a younger woman?”
“You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. However,” he said at the way your face lit up. “It would be irresponsible to rush into anything based on so little. Speaking from experience.”
“You’ve dated a younger woman before?” You were almost jealous. How silly.
A smile tugged at his lips before he shook his head. “No, I’m talking about in life.”
A heavy silence permeated the room for a moment. And then, “I need time to consider.” Was his reply. His back half to you. Your heart burned with possibility. You tried to keep it off your face.
“Okay.” Was all you said.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “That’s adorable.” He crooned. He lounged back in his black leather chair, resting his slender hands on the armrests.
You shrugged, trying not to cringe beneath his intense gaze. “It’s true.”
Still smiling, Lucius waved a hand dismissively in the air. “No, no, I believe you. I just find you rather cute. Bold, but cute.”
You waited for more but he just watched you. You raised your hands in mild frustration. “Well, what the heck does that mean?”
He leaned forward on his chair, eyes locked on yours. “It means, my dear, you have my attention.” He purred.
You swallowed. “Good.” And with a confidence you didn’t know you had, you turned and sashayed to the door. You had to play a part with Lucius. Play his little game.
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