#professorlupin

[kyloremus]

david thewlis IS remus lupin

[finnsstyles]

warm

remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: the story of remus and fem!reader: the start of their friendship, moments in their friendship, and the start of something more.

tw: mentions of attempted sexual assault

y/n y/l/n was a quiet being. that was a well-known fact. she was the type of girl that isn’t “super model” pretty, but was in a natural kind of way. she didn’t have crazy big eyes and with full eyebrows with a button nose with full lips. she was natural. remus liked that. 

she is extremely wise for someone her age. remus liked that, too. remus never really looked at her in any way other than as the girl he is paired with in potions… until one night: 

it was a stormy night as the four boys walked to the shrieking shack. it was one of those nights for poor remus and they were not hyped up for it. rainy nights were always the worst. 

 a few hours later the four limped into the infirmary and called out for madam pomfrey. remus hushed them as he gestured to the sleeping figure on a few beds over. it was y/n y/l/n. they had heard about the fight that she had gotten into. 

i wonder what happened to make her snap, remus pondered. she’s normally so calm and indifferent. what could he have done? remus didn’t get the chance to analyze the girl because madam pomfrey had come out to help. 

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it was about noon when remus awoke and it was because of sirius and james arguing over who should sneak into kitchen for food. it seems as though they’re arguing didn’t only wake him, 

“can both of you just go to the kitchen or play a game of rock, paper, scissors because y’all are loud as fuck and i’m nursing a cracked skull,” a low voice snarked. their heads whipped in the direction of the voice to see the smaller girl slowly trying to sit up. she had a purple cheek, split lip, and cast on her left arm. 

“well, well, well, i see the ravenclaw did you in, huh?” sirius jested. “maybe you shouldn’t fight 6-foot boys when you are half his size.” 

she rolled her eyes and sarcastically chuckled, “he had it coming. he was a douchebag and he should be glad that one of the prewitts found me before i stomped on his stupid face.” she curiously ran her eyes over the four of them, “if you’re so great, then why do the four of you look so black and blue, huh?” 

the four boys stiffened and glanced at one another. sirius opened his mouth just as she started, “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone that remus is a werewolf. i’m a bitch, but that kind of bitch.” their mouths bobbed open and closed in shock. “listen, i know that i’m not the smartest person in the world, but i am pretty observant. i notice things and i noticed that y’all always disappear at the same time every month and remus comes back with a new scar or a limp. no one else knows. just me.” 

remus gulped, “listen, y/n–” 

“no, you listen, remus. i don’t care what you are. whether you are pureblood, half-blood, or no blood. i don’t care what race or sexuality you are and i certainly do not care if you’re a werewolf. that doesn’t change who you are as a person, ‘kay? so, relax,” she gave him a soft look. “my parents are the kind of people who care about that, but i don’t. don’t group me in with those assholes, ‘kay? that’s the fastest way to make an enemy outta me. and y’all can see what happens to people who anger me.” 

she gestures to the lump of person in the corner of the room. it’s the ravenclaw she fought. there are few spots on him that aren't covered by a bandage and if you can see it, its purple. 

remus just gave her a firm nod and watery smile. 

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that kind of changed all four boys’ perspectives on her, but especially remus's. remus had never really thought of her much before because she always seemed so unattainable. she was one of those people that are only ever themselves when they are around specific people so it’s hard to talk to them and it’s intimidating when you get the chance to. 

it was a late thursday night and remus was serving detention for a prank in slughorn’s room when y/n walked in. she still had a bruised cheek and cast on. 

“what did you do?” remus asked. 

“beat the shit out of a ravenclaw, remember? apparently, you still have to serve detention even if he’s the one who tried to pull down your skirt in a hallway at nine o’clock at night without asking first,” she rolled her eyes as she scrubbed the cauldron aggressively. “it’s not like anyone but mcgonagall believed me, anyway. who would believe the girl in a pile on the floor bleeding with her shirt ripped over a ravenclaw prefect? ‘pparently no one.” 

remus screwed his eyes shut when he realized what had happened, merlin, that’s awful. 

she continued to struggle to scrub the cauldron, “how the fuck am i supposed to clean this with one hand? how is that fair? i can’t even carry one of these when i don’t have a broken arm.” she looked up at remus with watery eyes and a trembling lip. 

remus reached a warm palm out to grasp her non-casted arm and pulled the cauldron out from under the other arm. he crouched slightly so he was eye level with her. 

“okay, love, it’s okay,” the weight of his warm palm was comforting on her back. “ ’m sorry he did that to you and i am even more sorry that no one believed you. i think it’s amazing that you stood up for yourself like that; you’re so strong, but it’s okay to be upset about it, yeah? don’t force yourself to be okay.” he soothed a hand over the front of her head, pushing the strays out of her face. her body shook harder.

“doesn’t that feel better, lovie? to let it all outta ya’ chest like that? a good cry will solve anything, hm? wanna come here?’ he offered her the chance to close the space; he gave her the option. she hesitated and glanced him over. then she hopped down from her stool and shuffled forward into the space between his left arm and side. her right hand clutching the back of his shirt and she cradled her casted hand to her chest and tucked her face into the space between his shoulder and chest. 

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that night changed y/n’s behavior more than her perspective. she had always had a softer spot for remus than she did the rest of the boys. he was just so nice. he always gave her that crooked smile that was so warm; she couldn’t resist. 

the following morning, y/n was having a slight panic session over what to say to remus over the whole thing but she just decided to be calm. be calm, it’s just remus. he’s like the nicest person ever, he won’t judge you. besides, even if he does, you know his secret so a little black mail never hurt anyone. she rationalized. she knew this was a harsh way of thinking but this was how she was raised and it was ingrained in her. 

y/n bumped into remus as she was walking, like literally bumped into his shoulder. she turned around to give the person who bumped her a glare, but immediately paused when she noticed who it was. 

“oh, hey, remus. umm–” she harshly tucked her hair behind her pierced ears. he steadied her with warm hands and she peeked up at him through thick lashes and brows, “i–um– are we cool? ‘cause last night was a lot and– you’re shaking your head at me. are we not cool?” she took a step back, out of his hands, “did i make you uncomfortable? i promise i didn't mean to.” 

remus took a step forward and grasped her biceps and tilted his head down to meet her eyes once again. “y/n, breathe, love. everything is fine. the only thing i am worried about is the fact that you have not once taken a deep breath this whole conversation. relax fo’ me, yeah?” he soothed over her biceps. “good, good. back to what you were saying, nothing has changed, hun. i don’t look at you any different than i did before. everything is fine and i hope that i didn’t make you uncomfortable.” 

he gave her a charming smile and she shook her head and “no, you didn’t” quietly. “good, did you eat? c’mon, we can eat together. need some fuel in the pretty belly of your’s.” he turned her around and lead her to the hall with a palm on her back. he was just so warm. 

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a few months had passed and remus and y/n had formed a nice friendship. they hung out a lot; him doing homework and her doing whatever she decided to do that day: reading, writing, homework, sleeping. she slept a lot. no one really knew where this friendship came from, but it was adored.

y/n had pondered the idea of being something more and so had remus. remus really liked the idea, and so did y/n but she hesitated after talking with marlene:

“what do you and lupin even talk about, y/n?” marlene demanded. “you guys are nothing alike. he’s so nice and outgoing and you’re… well, you’re not. usually people go for people that are similar to them, so how does that even work?”

those sentences rang through her head every hour, like church bells telling her the time of day. she felt herself distancing from remus. she didn’t know what to do. y/n hadn’t realized how much she liked remus and hoped for a relationship with him until marlene said that and made her realize how unrealistic she had been. god, i’m so stupid. she chastised. 

she was hiding on the grounds of the school in a small nook by the great lake. it was a chilly day and she was bundled up in her house sweater, leather jacket, jeans and booties with remus’s beanie on. it was much too big for her so she had to keep adjusting it from falling over her eyes. 

“hey, you,” remus called out to her. he had been looking for her for over an hour. she hadn’t been at lunch. “what’re ‘ya doin’? its freezin’ out ‘here.” he sat down next to her and nudged her shoulder with his.

she looked up at him with a cherry nose, “just thinking. it’s so loud inside. i just wanted it to be quiet for a little.” 

“what’s the matter, bug?” he asked. “you’ve been off for a while now and ’m starting to miss ya’. yer’ my girl and it’s like yer’ gone all’a the sudden. ya’ left me alone out ’ere.” he gently coaxed. 

she suddenly got up on her knees and shifted so she was facing him while sitting on her heels. she picked at her fingertips and bit her lip, “rem, do you think we are too different?” he gave her a confused tilt of his head. “it’s just– you’re so warm and great and smiley and talkative. so many people love you and everyone knows your name and you’re so smart. then, here i am and i’m not warm and not great and not smiley. i never talk and when i do, no one ever hears me. people are scared of me more than they like me. do you think we are too different to ever be anything?” 

“well what do you want us to be?” he prompted. he knew what she was hinting at but he didn’t want to assume. she gave a pouty shrug of her shoulders. he heaved a sigh. “it hurts my feelings tha’ you think so little of yourself, baby. yer’ my favorite girl, my best girl. i don’t think it’s fair that ya’ hold me to such a high standard and then speak about yer’self like this.” 

he tilted his head down to look at her, “what made you think about this so abruptly? you were fine a few days ago.” 

“marlene said something about how we are too different and how she doesn’t get how we are so close because we are nothing alike. and i guess it just made me feel like the insecurities i was feeling are real and not just in my head,” she mumbled. she was embarrassed.

“love, look at me. i love ya’ for who you are. yer’ my best friend and i wouldn’t trade ya for anything in the whole world. and we can be anything that ya’ want us to be, okay? ya just gotta tell me what ya want,” he reached out and fixed the beanie from hiding her face. he tugged the sides down to better fit her head. god, she’s adorable. i love her so fucking much.

“can–,” she started then stopped. he encouraged her with a nudge of his head, “can we maybe be more than friends?”

he grinned, “but we are already best friends, what more can we be?” he teased. her pink cheeks turned cherry red to match her nose. she huffed and pouted. “‘m just kidding, love.” he leaned in to give her forehead a kiss, but she tilted her chin up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. her ice-cold nose touched his cheek and he inhaled sharply. she pulled back and lookup at him nervously. he reached out and pulled her into him, her legs were sprawled next to him with her lower back leaning on the outside of his right thigh. her upper body was curled into his lap with one hand cradling her back and the other on her head. 

“let’s try that again, huh?” he grinned and leaned in to place a kiss to her lips. 

he makes me warm, she thought. 

[remu5lup1n]

i just want to be in a remus lupin sirius black sandwich fuck off

[ravenclawwriter07]

Midnight Meetings

My OC Ella is a 6th year student and gets caught by her intriguing new DADA teacher in the Hogwarts kitchens the night after the Welcome Feast. Beginning of a slowburn Professor Lupin X Student fic.

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Ella whirled around at the sudden sound behind her and jumped at the shadowed sight of her Defense Professor. She gasped softly as her heart continued to pound against her chest. Her grip on her teacup faltered, sending the china clattering to the floor.

"Shit!" She murmured as the hot liquid began to soak into her shirt and pool at her feet.

Remus rushed towards the girl and hastily brandished his wand.

"Here, let me..."

But Ella had already cleared up the mess and stains on her shirt wordlessly. Remus raised an eyebrow, impressed at her skills. Some adult wizards have trouble with nonverbal magic, and it wasn't usually taught until the 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts due to its difficulty.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" Remus asked, looking over the girl carefully to make sure there wasn't any lasting harm or burns.

Her heart was still racing as she replied in a rush, "No, I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. Hardly anyone even knows how to get here anyway."

Remus nodded at her and placed his hands in the pockets of his striped pajama bottoms. He was once again struck by her eyes, which now gleamed at him like stars in the darkened light of the kitchens. "Well, as long as you're alright..."

"Ella." The girl introduced, holding out one of her dainty hands to him with a smile. If it was possible, her eyes lit up even more as she looked up at him. Remus returned the smile himself and grasped her hand in his own. It was soft and pale, cooler than his own calloused one. Remus released her hand quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed the deep lines marking his skin.

"I'm Remus. But I suppose it'll be 'Professor' once classes start in the morning." He answered with a slight chuckle. Ella's smile deepened as she nodded back at him. She hopped up on the counter behind her to have a place to sit, leaving Remus to lean his back against the gleaming table opposite of her.

"It's nice to meet you, Remus. Though I will say, I wasn't expecting to meet you like this." Ella replied, laughing slightly at herself. What an impression she must have made caught sneaking out of bed the first night back...not to mention spilling tea over herself.

Remus nodded, "I wasn't expecting to run into anyone down here myself. I didn't know students knew how to get down her." He raised a brow at her. She was surprised when she saw that his face was light, almost playful, instead of reprimanding.

"I don't think many do. Occasionally there will be a few hungry Hufflepuffs in here. and the Weasley Twins, of course. I would watch out for the pair of them tomorrow. They always have some prank to celebrate the first day back." Ella warned, but her eyes remained bright with amusement.

"Duly noted. Need I keep an eye on you as well?" He asked, maintaining the same playful manner as before.

Ella felt blood rush to her cheeks, but she was hoping it was from being caught breaking the rules instead of her professor's comment. She tried to focus on anything but the heat of her face as she smirked, "I think that would be a waste of energy. I don't usually make a habit of getting caught breaking the rules."

Remus couldn't help but be captivated by the way the right side of her face hitched in the corner. Her wide eyes and dimpled face were more than enough to transport him back in time. He had to fight against the images of four teenage boys sneaking around the kitchen under an invisibility cloak forming in his mind. He shook his head slightly to clear it, but he managed to keep the smile on his face.

"What would you call this, then?" He challenged playfully, gesturing between the two of them.

"Fate, I suppose." Ella replied with mock seriousness.

"You know, I have half a mind to give you detention. Wandering out past curfew at times like these..." His voice trialed.

"But you won't." Ella finished for him, the smile still bright in her eyes.

"What makes you so sure?" He jested, curious as to what she would say.

"I just like to think that I'm good at reading people. You aren't like most professors." She said with a shrug, but her confidence radiated though her words.

"Is that right?" Remus asked, but he noticed some anxiety starting to build in his stomach with Ella's words. Had she noticed his scarring? He couldn't do anything to mask the markings that ran across his face, but he was sure that his sweater hadn't revealed any of the angry lines across his arms and hands.

"Yes, most professors don't come to the kitchens with a craving for a late-night cup of tea." She quipped with a wink.

Remus breathed out a laugh at her words, relieved that his secrets had not been found out.

"You got me there."

Things were quiet for a minute. Ella looked over at the abandoned kettle and conjured up two fresh cups, wordlessly like before. She used a heating charm to heat the water again as tea bags appeared in the cups. Remus watched in amazement as he had before, impressed again with her abilities.

"Sugar?" Ella asked gently, effectively breaking Remus' reverie and the silence that had settled between them.

"Do you take sugar with your tea?" She clarified as she watched Remus struggle to recall the question. He must have really been lost in thought.

"Yes, three with cream if you don't mind."

Ella nodded and prepared her tea similarly. She usually preferred coffee to tea, but she still hoped to catch a few hours of sleep before breakfast started. Remus nodded appreciatively as she set the teacup in front of him. He took a sip and smiled in approval.

"The tea is perfect, thank you."

Ella tried not to blush in response to the compliment, looking away in embarrassment. She didn't usually know how to respond to praise, but she managed to return his smile bashfully. She took a drink of her own tea before modestly reply, "Thank magic then. I just had to wave a wand."

"Even so, you've displayed some quite advanced magic. You'll be one of my N.E.W.T. students, then?" He took another sip of his tea, leaving the cup half full.

Ella nodded before adding, "I'm starting my sixth year. Defense is one of my favorite classes, actually."

Remus smiled, "Well I hope I do not disappoint then. I would hate to ruin the subject for you."

"I'm not worried. Dumbledore was quite excited to introduce you as the new part of the staff." Ella smiled kindly

"I'm not sure I will meet his expectations, but I will strive to. Hopefully, his faith in my abilities will be proven correct by the end of term." Remus replied gently, though his ears were slightly pink from Ella's words.

"You haven't heard much about the disaster from the most recent Defense Professor, have you?" Ella joked.

"Dumbledore might have mentioned Lockheart turned out not to be the best fit for the posting..."

Ella laughed, "That would be an understatement. Leave it to my luck to be stuck with the dunderhead during my O.W.L year. I spent all year making my own study curriculum, since Lockheart's books were nothing better than poorly written fantasy novels."

Remus smiled at her passion for the subject. He knew teachers were not supposed to have favorites, but he already had a feeling that Ella would be one of his favorite students to teach.

"Something tells me you faired alright on your exams, thought?" He asked with an amused glint to his eyes.

Ella blushed again before admitting that she had gotten all O's. Remus had been expecting to hear of high grades given her displays of non-verbal magic, but he certainly hadn't expected to hear of such perfect marks.

"Maybe Dumbledore should have asked you to fill in as the Defense professor." Remus joked, hoping to cover up his disbelief.

"Who said he didn't?" Ella teased with a dazzling laugh, earning a grin from her professor. They had both finished their tea by now. The cups disappeared before Remus' eyes with the flick of Ella's wand.

"You make for lovely chat Sir, but I think I should be heading back to bed. Merlin knows what would happen if I am discovered by Snape or Filch." Ella said as she hopped down from her place on the counter.

"I believe you're right. We wouldn't want you to have to serve detention before the term has even started. Remus stood up straighter and ushered Ella ahead of him. The two exited the kitchen and watched as the portrait swung itself shut again. To the ordinary student, it once more looked like an innocent painting of a bowl of fruit among the backdrops of countless other magical portraits.

"Would you like me to walk you back to your common room?" Remus whispered, careful not to wake the images snoring in their frames. He worried that the brilliant girl really would get discovered on her way back to bed. Ella shook her head.

"As I said, I don't make it a habit to get caught." She smirked.

"Godspeed, then." Remus winked.

Ella smiled at him one last time and gave him a mock salute before heading back to Gryffindor Tower. She fought the urge to steal one last glance at her professor and continued out of sight.

Ella didn't know that Remus' eyes never left her as she exited the corridor. Even after she'd disappeared from sight, his eyes remained focused on where she stood. He was baffled by how this stranger felt so familiar to him. Remus wasn't sure how much time had passed before he headed down the opposite end of the corridor to his sleeping quarters. His mind was lighter than it had been in quite some time.

Read more about Ella and Remus in my developing fanfiction on Wattpad, "Secrets and Moonlight || Professor Lupin". https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/183405777-secrets-and-moonlight-professor-lupin

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[diannestuff]

Mr. Jealous (Remus x Reader)

Summary: You are a new professor at Hogwarts. Your students like you, and you are getting along with your colleagues, too. Especially Remus Lupin. The Yule Ball is rushing towards the school, and the competition of requests has begun...

Word Count: 1286

You’ve just had your fifth class today. After the lesson, a handsome 6th year Gryffindor came to your table, and shyly asked if you want to be his date to Yule Ball. „Uhm... Hey, Professor L/N. I was wondering, if you could maybe... come to the Yule Ball with me?” I liked the boy, he was active in my classes and respectful to me, but... I didn’t really support the idea of going to the Ball with a student. „Hi, James. Thank you for asking, you are very kind, but I am afraid I can’t go to the Yule Ball with one of my students.” He was the second person who I rejected today. I don’t understand, I am not that pretty… I never was. Is that I am younger than the avarage? But if they think like that, they would be asking students. Is it because of my kindness? Does kindness have that much power? But no, it makes no sense. I am not the only kind one in here. Something flat and hard woke me up from my thoughts. Something that I bumped into. I looked up, and I saw the familiar, beautiful hazel eyes looking at me in worry. „Y/N, are you okay???” I realized, I hit the huge back of Remus. „Of course. I am sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I smiled. He smiled back at me. „Do you want to have lunch with me?” I nodded, „Yes, anytime.” We headed to the Great Hall. It was obvious for him that I am in a good mood. „Why is the big smile? Did anything good happen?” He knows me well. We have known each other since September, but he just knows me so well. „I would say surprising. It’s the 3rd of December, and two boys have already asked me to the Ball! Actually, they both asked me today.”

Remus POV

When she told me two boys have already asked her, I almost fainted. Is this going to be that hard? A competiton? I expected some of them trying… She is breathtaking… But 2 already?! I thought while I freaked out inside. „D-Did you accept?” She glanced at me. „I did.” I almost threw my food. „Really?!” I shot my head in her direction. „No, dummy, why would I accept a students request? They can’t be my date. I talked about it with Dumbledoor.” I calmed down immediately, and started eating again. „You are jealous.” She chuckled at the realisation. „What?” She knows me so well. We have known each other, for like, three months? But she knows me so well. „You are so obvious. Your words can deny jealousy, but your actions can’t.”  „I wasn’t. I already have a date.” The joy in her eyes suddenly disappeared. „Oh. Okay then. Congartulations!” She went silent after that, and only fake smiled when she greeted someone. „Hey, you are jealous.” She looked at me, and rolled her eyes. „I actually don’t have a date.” Suddenly she looked back at me. „What?” „See, you are jealous too.” She formed a cheeky evil smile, like she is going to say the best comeback ever. „Too. Jealous, too. Seems like you can’t deny your words eighter.” Damn.

Y/N POV

The Ball is in a week! I am excited, but I am scared. A lot of students asked me to be their date, but it’s still a no. The point is, I may be a schoolboy crush, but I am no more than that. Right now, it looks like I am going to the Ball alone. It breaks my heart a little… First time as a teacher, and I won’t have a partner. Cool. To be honest with myself, it breaks my heart that Remus didn’t ask me. He probably has a partner. I was walking down the corridors, it was bedtime for the students. Only some prefects and teachers rushed there, due to their work. Then I met Gilderoy Lockhart. „Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” He had that big ’charming’ smile of his on. I don’t understand why it is so special. He is not ugly, but not the gorgeous prince I am waiting for eighter. A face came into my mind while I was thinking that… I have been thinking of my gorgeous prince all day. „Hi! I am just heading to my office. I have some tests to grade, but I am not late with them.” „I see…” He hesitated a little, but he got his confidence back just as soon as it went away. „So, sweetheart, I was wondering… If you have a date already to the Yule Ball?” Sweetheart, huh? Nice ways, Lockhart. „Oh, I actually-„ „She does.” Said a deep voice coming from behind me. „Y/N, please come with me right now. I need to talk to you.” I turned around, and it was Remus, for my biggest surprise. I didn’t recognise his voice… It’s usually not that deep. “But Lupin, what is so important? Don’t you see we are having a conversation? And anyways, how do you know if anyone has asked her, or not?” Said Gilderoy, with a little angry, or more likely bothered expression. „That’s none of your business, Lockhart.” With that, he dragged me by the arm and pulled me to his office. „What was that?!” I asked with a little too loud tone. „Oh, don’t tell me you want to be his date.” Did he rally drag me here just to make sure I am alone? Because Lockhart is not my type? Really? „Well, since no fucking one asked me to be their date, I do want to go with him.” I was shouting at this point. Then I lowered my tone and escaped his hold. „Now excuse me, I will search my date to tell him yes.” I went towards the door angrily, But Remus jumped between me and it. „I am sorry for my behaviour, Y/N. I didn’t know you mind if I steal you from Lockhart.” „Wait, what?” He looked up at me, because he has been staring at the ground. „Well, I was just hoping you would want to… be my date.” He was clearly embarassed. „Is that a question?” He nodded. „Then yes, I want to be.” I smiled at him, and actually, regretted yelling at him. He looked in disbelief, like he needs to make sure that he heard it right. So I nodded at him, giggling this time at how cute he was. He realised my answer and suddenly hugged me, half-picking me up. Then he realised what he’s just done, and let me go. „I am sorry, I just didn’t think-„ I hugged him and put my head on his shoulder. And he hugged me back. „I am sorry for the shouting. It’s not about Lockhart… I was just in a bad mood, because nobody asked me and it’s in a week.” He let me go from the hug and looked in my eyes, but I tried to avoid his gaze. „Look at me. It’s not true that nobody asked you. Literally almost the whole sixth year did. And a lot of fifth years were talking about you, in my class. What’s the matter? Because it’s not that.” Finally, I looked up at him. „Well… I actually wanted you to ask me, but I thought you had a date already.” I laughed a little in embarassment, that sentence was so childish. „Oh, honey.” He laughed with me. Then he continued with a flirty tone, „Who is the jealous one now?” „Well, who dragged me out of a conversation just to save his date, Mr. Jealous?” „Fine. But you were jealous all day because of overthinking that I had a date, Mrs. Jealous.” „Fine.” We laughed together…

[foreverwishingformore]

Quite often, I think about how much it must have hurt Remus to hear Harry call him Professor Lupin when he was supposed to have watched the boy grow up and be called something along the lines of Uncle Moony.