Woolly Jumpers (Remus Lupin x Reader)
Warnings: Swearing (I think), my usual shitty writing etc etc
Authors Note: This was not requested, I was just bored and I needed this (I have been living in a series of melt downs, like stress-induced-nose-bleed melt downs). If you however, would like to request anything, my requests are open here.
Warnings: Swearing (I think), my usual shitty writing etc etc
Authors Note: This was not requested, I was just bored and I needed this (I have been living in a series of melt downs, like stress-induced-nose-bleed melt downs). If you however, would like to request anything, my requests are open
She’s always loved Remus’ jumpers more than her own, all warm colours and oversized sleeves. Warmer somehow, comforting in a way, they’ve become a staple part of her daily attire to the point where people are much more likely to find her wearing one than they are Remus.
Today is one of the first times all week (Y/N) has gone without, reluctantly opting for a jumper of her own, trying to ignore the strange foreign feel to it, an unfamiliarity with her own clothes that can only be blamed on Remus Lupin’s extensive jumper collection; the undeniable source of her new found sweater snobbery.
However leaning over the pearly coloured potion in the cauldron in front of her, her sense are left momentarily confused. Around her, her friends wait curiously for her to recite what she’s smelt, succumbing to the buzz of studying Amortentia with the rest of the class.
She’s still trying to dechipher the smells herself when Sirius’ elbow nudges gently against her side, drawing her attention from the potions itself to his waiting expression.
“Give her a chance, Padfoot.”
She gives Peter a grateful look, though she can still see the curiosity in his eyes. Feeling suddenly outnumbered, she turns back to the potions and breathes in the undecipherable array of smells and waits expectantly for them to separate from one another.
“I smell…” She starts. “Dusty books, hot chocolate and…”
She frowns, catching the smell that initially threw her off guard, one that seems far too familiar for her to struggle with the way she does. Like the schools washing detergent, the way it clings to each knitted stich of a wooly jumper.
Then, all at once she realises what it is, and why she’s confused.
“And?” Peter urges, strategically kind.
“Woolly jumpers” She gulps. “I think.”
“Woolly jumpers?” Sirius hums knowingly.
(Y/N) can feel herself growing warmer with embarrassment, glancing down at her chest hoping to find herself wearing Remus’ jumper rather than her own, a desperate attempt to explain to herself why on earth she could be spelling it that would have nothing to do with liking her best friend.
Yet her grey sweater still clings to her uncomfortably as it has all day, proving the potion correct where she wishes it were wrong. Sirius is staring at her, all to smug and knowing for her liking.
“What do you think that means?” He pushes. “Huh?”
She tries to fix him a glare, turning back for one last futile attempt to save herself, breathing in a final breath of the potion. Once again, she’s struck by the all too familiar smell, recognisable by the subtle cologne that’s always laced inadvertently through the stitches.
“Say, Wormtail?” Sirius begins in teasing tone. “Do we know anyone who wears a lot of woolly jumpers?”
Before Peter can reply, or (Y/N) can smack Sirius on the back of the head they’re distracted by Remus and James’ arrival from across he room. James, shamelessly proud, stands beside Remus, who’s ears are suspcisiously red and who’s eyes have cast to the floor.
“Well, I can confidently announce this has been the best potions lesson ever.” James beams. “It’s very, very interesting.”
Sirius laughs at how (Y/N) shrinks sheepishly by his side, flinging an arm around her shoulder and fixing her with a smirk, that for a moment terrifies her, loaded with far too much knowledge and possible mischief.
“I wholeheartedly agree.”
“What did you smell?” (Y/N) jumps in, a question directed at James in an attempt to ease the growing nervous tension between them all. “Let me guess… Lilies?”
“Of course.” He grins. “What about you, (Y/N/N)?”
She should have anticipated this, for the question to be returned right back to her, though she was secretly hoping for him to begin one of his rants on Lily Evan’s perfection. She should have known better though, and she’s left gulping awkwardly.
“Nothing?” James asks. “Is that so?”
“Funny.” James grins menacingly. “Remus smelt exactly the same thing… nothing.”
Life would be easier if she was able to leave the potions classroom that day and play the whole thing off as a fluke, if she could have left and accepted that she was just attracted to Remus Lupin and nothing more. However, life is never so obliging, and instead she spent the day slowly discovering just how much her friendly feelings for her bestfriend went beyond mere friendship.
Now, months later, she can confidently, with great pain, admit that she is undoubtedly in love with Remus Lupin, and has been for far longer than she’s ever realised. In a flurry of warm cheeks and grazed hands, feelings she never knew she had, have surfaced and decide to make her days an awkward hell.
Today though, sat beside him in transfiguration, it’s almost too much. Leaning into her, forearms pressed together and faces hung low together as he whispers helpful instructions into her ears, it’s all too much. She can’t hear a word he’s saying, only her heart in her chest, racing at their proximity, as if it’s not something they’ve always done before, made painful and awkward only by her newfound feelings.
It’s Sirius who pulls her out of it, nudging her leg with his own beneath the desk and drawing her gaze from the side of their friends face to his, blinking out of her daze. He offers a smile, one he tries to pull of as a grin, but even he’s beginning to grow worried about the whole thing.
So much so that as the class is dismissed, he holds back with her, sending their confused friends back to the dorm by themselves. The look he gets from (Y/N) is meant to be a glare, but it’s quick to fall into a defeated frown.
“Hey.” He starts softly once the classroom has fully emptied. “You okay?”
“People in love are normally much more cheerful.“
She isn’t surprised by his awareness, but hearing it aloud startles her, the thought that was until now only her own, existing only to herself, suddenly so open to everyone.
“I doubt those people are in love with their bestfriends.” She sighs eventually. “Against all better judgement.”
Stacking her textbooks in her arms she leads them into the corridor with sigh, Sirius by her side. She wishes she could tell him she doesn’t want to talk about it, like any self-respecting person might. But she’s been longing to tell someone for weeks, although Sirius might not have been her first choice.
“Everything was fine.” She explains. “Then i smell his jumpers in a potion and suddenly i want to kiss him.”
“You really didn’t realise before?”
“Clearly not” She exhales.
They fall into a silence as they walk, and an optimistic part of her hopes Sirius is working hard by her side to concoct some groundbreaking advice, but she grows skeptic as they climb the steps towards the portrait door. Only once they are climbing through is his silence broken.
“If I’m being honest, (Y/N).” He starts. “It took you long enough- we’ve all known for ages.”
She pauses momentary to fix him a cold glare at which he shrinks momentarily. She narrows her eyes and furrows her brows.
“You’re bloody awful at this advice thing.” She explains. “I get it, i didn’t know but now I do- so will you just tell me what the hell i do now that i’m in love with my bestfriend.”
Her head snaps around quickly to the choked out question, body jolting with recognition of the smooth voice. Remus stares at her wide eyed from the fireplace, a red colour blossoming on his cheeks.
“Remus.” (Y/N) squeaks. “How- How much of that did you hear?”
By her side, rather nonchalantly, Sirius nudges her towards the shocked boy. Something in his flippant expression has her wondering if perhaps this was part of his plan, orchestrated the silence of their journey here.
“Oh no.” He says, fighting a smirk. “Maybe you should tell him what you smelt in the amortentia.”
A split decision is made that has her bounding up the girls dormitory staircase quickly. Firing herself on her mattress with a panicked squeal, followed swiftly by a groan. She flips herself onto her back and runs her finger frantically through her hair.
She’s barely enough time to figure out her plan of action before she can hear footsteps she knows are bound to be Remus’ ascending the stairs. He arrives in his doorway similarly disheveled, eyes still wide with surprise.
“What did you smell?” He asks.
“Remus…” (Y/N) sighs, sitting upright on her bed.
“What was Sirius talking about?” He asks. “Did you smell m-me?”
She gulps, meeting his eyes as they soften with her panicked look. They still hold that shocked glimmer to them, and something that seems hopeful to (Y/N), and strikes something similar in her chest for just a second.
“I smelt old books.” She starts. “Old books, hot chocolate and wooly jumpers…”
She sighs in frustration, standing determinedly and striding a cross the room to her trunk, from which she pulls a warm coloured sweater, one of his . She tosses it at him in the door way, watching the recognition flicker across his features.
“I smelt your bloody jumpers, Remus.”
He stands there frozen for a minute, testifying article in his hands. In the quiet of the room, she can hear how his breath catches.
“I’ve been looking for this.”
“You’ve been- i just confessed my feelings for you.” She exclaims in surprise. “And that’s what you’re gonna say?”
“Freshly cut grass, campfires, ice tea.”
“In the amortentia- i smelt freshly cut grass, campfires, ice tea.” He explains. “and your perfume.”
"You leave it all over my jumpers when you steal them.”
“(Y/N).” He grins. “I just confessed my feeling for you and that’s what you’re gonna say?”
He chuckles, though his awkward blush remains. Realisation washes across her face slowly as she repeats it in her head.
He lets out a laugh, striding forward and tossing his jumper to the side. She grins as his hands find her waist, pulling her in until she’s hitting his chest with a small thud.
“I have been falling for you for so long.” He admits, foreheads pressed together. “I didn’t even realise until that day in potions.”
“Me too.” She exhales giddily.
Her hands find the nape of his neck, pulling him in until they’re lips meet in a clumsy kiss. She expects it to feel strange, to be kissing someone who for so long has been only a friend, but instead it’s as if everything has fallen in to place finally, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
They pull apart only when she can feel the beginning of a chuckle on his lips, pulling back to stare at him with a piqued brow as he bites back a laugh.
“I’m just glad you nicked my jumper .”
“Listen, I borrowed them.”
“Fine.” He grins. “i’m glad you borrowed them.”
Her defensiveness eases and she shakes her head with a giggle, kissing him once again quickly and nodding in agreement.
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