NEW CHAPTER OF although i am broken, my heart is unchanged still
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also, i’m gonna make the announcement that i’m going to move to only posting my fics on ao3 rather than cross-posting between both tumblr and ao3, i’m sorry but i’m lazy
okay, so all i want is for remus to have a crush on reader or whoever . you can do absolutely anything with this remus just has a really big crush on her and he notices things about her personality and all. fluff because I also want them to like kiss at the end of this all.
Okay here’s the deal anon, I owe you an apology because I’m almost certain that the following story is not what you had in mind. I headcanon that Sirius is gay and Remus is bisexual or pansexual (I also headcanon that Tonks is NB, and I do ship Remadora to a point, but that’s beside the point). So while this might not be exactly what you intended, it’s the story that came to me, so I hope you enjoy!
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Firsts
In the three previous years, James had partnered with Sirius in Herbology and Remus with Peter. This was generally how lesson pairs broke down between the four friends, partly because James and Sirius had so much fun goofing off together and partly because Remus wanted to actually concentrate on the professor during lessons. Fourth year, however, was different.
The first day of classes began like any other. The bright September sun followed the four of them across the grounds into Greenhouse 2 for their first Herbology lesson of term.
“I hope we do Devil’s Snare this year,” Sirius grinned mischievously.
“God, I don’t,” Peter paled, “imagine if it got you and never let go.”
“Don’t worry, Pete,” James beamed as he threw glances to the group of Gryffindor girls ahead of them, also on their way to Herbology, “we’d visit you all the time, bring you biscuits, everything.”
“Fuck off,” grumbled Pete. He’d been in a foul mood all day after their disastrous first Potions lesson where he’d managed to melt his brand-new cauldron.
“Someone’s grumpy!” Sirius declared as they crossed the threshold into Greenhouse 2, “don’t worry, Pete, I’ll tell you a joke to cheer you up. Have you ever heard about the troll, the hag, and the leprechaun who all go into a bar-”
“Remus?”
Remus doubled back, not sorry to miss the rest of Sirius’ joke. Amelia Bones stood a few feet away, wearing a pretty blue hair ribbon to match her Ravenclaw tie. She was twisting her hands nervously over her stomach, and he noticed that she was blushing slightly. The effect the flush had underneath her freckles was quite nice.
“Hi Amelia,” he squeaked, trying to sound more confident than he felt, “what’s up? How was your summer?”
“Erm, not bad,” she smiled sweetly up at him, “I was wondering if…”
“Oi, Remus!” Sirius called across the room, “Pete saved you a seat.” James and Peter snickered behind Sirius, clearly in on the joke to make him look a fool in front of Amelia.
Remus waved them off and turned his attention back to Amelia. “Sorry, ignore them. What were you wondering?”
She went from pink to red at his words. “I was wondering if… you wanted to be my Herbology partner this year.”
Remus blinked. “Oh,” he said, unsure if he understood her properly, “um, yeah, alright. You mean all year?”
She looked stunned at his words. “Oh, yeah, if you wanted…”
“I do,” he said quickly. To his annoyance, he felt his hand fly to his hair, just like James did when he talked to a girl. “Yeah. I’d like that, Amelia.”
She beamed at him. “Great! Well, I guess we should get on with it, then,” and she gestured to a pair of empty chairs.
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And so they sat together in the Greenhouse. Their conversations were awkward at first. They kept running into long pauses between their feeble attempts at small talk. Remus always kicked himself when he couldn’t decide what to say. He couldn’t tell too many stories, so much of his life had to be kept secret. He couldn’t very well tell her why he looked so tired that one Wednesday after the Full Moon, nor where he had gotten a particularly nasty scar that stretched across the back of his right hand. He was sure she’d get bored of him eventually, but lesson after lesson there she was, smiling from the seat next to him. She didn’t seem to care that he had little to say, because after a few weeks she talked enough for the both of them.
She told him about her mother’s work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Remus braced himself at this. He knew that the Department was none too friendly towards werewolves, but the topic never came up. She told him that she wanted to head the Department herself someday.
“Yeah?” he grinned, “you want to work in magical law?”
She smiled as she misted a rosebush with a spray bottle. “It’s the only thing I can imagine doing, you know, with everything that’s going on.”
Remus nodded. That was one of the things he liked about Amelia. She had parents in the Ministry. She knew about the war that was surely coming, and she wasn’t afraid. She’d told him once that she’d give her life to protect others if it came to it.
“Sounds like you should have been in Gryffindor,” he’d told her at this.
“Nah,” she laughed, “you lot are too aggressive. Give me a book over a fight any day.”
Remus pretended to look wounded. “Not all of us are like that.”
He stopped his work on the engorged Venus Flytrap in front of him and glanced sideways at her. Her large blue eyes studied him carefully as if she were making up her mind. “No,” she almost whispered, “I suppose you’re not, are you?”
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That night in the Common Room found the boys sitting around the roaring fire. James and Sirius played a game of Exploding Snap while Peter watched, clapping his hands and cheering loudly when one of the players had a particularly impressive move. Remus stared into the fire, the book he had been reading lay forgotten in his lap.
“Moony,” James called, waking Remus from his daydream about Herbology that day, “what’s got your face look all crumpled like that?”
“Isn’t it obvious,” grumbled Sirius, “Bones. Again. Am I wrong?”
Remus was sure his cheeks had turned dark red at this comment. “No.”
Sirius grimaced. “See? Told you.”
James laughed out loud. “Remus? In love? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Not in love,” Remus argued, trying to regain some of his dignity, “in….like, I suppose.”
“Like...you want to shag her brains out, do you mean?” Peter chuckled.
“Don’t be gross,” Remus tossed his book at Peter’s head, which unfortunately missed. “She’s funny, that’s all.”
“Funny?” Said Sirius incredulously, “I’ve never heard her be funny.”
“Have you ever even talked to her?” Remus frowned. He didn’t know why Sirius was being so nasty.
“‘Course I have,” Sirius muttered, “she seems boring if you ask me.”
“Well, good thing no one asked you, then,” Remus snapped. He wasn’t interested in dealing with one of Sirius’ moods today. Amelia was a nice girl. She had a good heart and she cared about the things Remus cared about. Sirius was just jealous for whatever reason.
Sirius jumped to his feet. “Well, if you’re going to blab on about her all night, I’m going to bed.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “What, and deprive us of your pleasant company?”
Sirius glared at him, then stomped off up the stairs.
James stared after his friend. “What was that about?”
“No idea,” Remus gestured to Peter for his book back, then went back to pretending to read in front of the fire. Really, if Sirius had a problem with Amelia, who cared.
But he did care.
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The ground had frozen solid already, a sure sign that winter approached. Amelia had insisted that they study for their Herbology exam down by the black lake. He wasn’t sure why they had to be outside, but she’d lit a fire that floated several inches above the blanket she laid out for them which provided a buffer of warmth against the brisk wind.
“Name the Kingdom, Order, and Family of Crataegus, give its common name, and list its magical properties,” Amelia recited from her textbook.
Remus screwed up his face in concentration.
“Let’s see...Crataegus, also known as Hawthorn, Kingdom is Plantae, Order is Rosales, and Family is Rosaceae. In ancient times Muggles believed the Hawhotrn had magical properties of rebirth and fertility, and Wizards use its elements in draughts to strengthen the heart,” He glanced at Amelia, “how’d I do?”
“Brilliant,” she beamed, snapping her book shut. She stretched her legs so that her shoeless feet reached towards the Black Lake. “Let’s take a break, I’m exhausted.”
“Up all night reading, were you?” he teased.
She tried her best not to smile, but the corners of her mouth gave her away. “If you must know… yes. I couldn’t put down our Transfiguration textbook.”
Remus gaped at her. “Oh come on!” he laughed, “there’s being studious, and there’s being a bloody nerd!”
She looked at him in disbelief. “Traitor! I would have thought you, of all people, would understand.” Something changed in her face when she said this. She seemed to grow softer, more earnest. She looked at him as if he were supposed to gain some greater understanding from her words.
Remus laughed nervously. “Well, I like bloody nerds.”
“Yeah?” she whispered. She drew closer to him by the second, her eyes boring into his.
“Yeah,” he breathed. He knew what she wanted from him, and he was pretty sure he wanted it too.
Their lips met across the space between them. Her skin was warm, and her lips moved naturally against his own. It was a nice feeling, and he kissed her back with interest. His stomach swooped when she gently tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. He lifted a hand to her cheek and rested it there, gently pulling her closer.
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“You WHAT?”
Remus did not look up from his book. “We kissed. Alright?”
James stared at him open-mouthed. “How!” he howled, like a child who had a toy taken away by a fed-up parent, “how are you the first one to kiss a girl of the four of us? You’re afraid of girls!”
“Apparently not,” Remus grinned despite himself. It was true, he’d never been a flirt. But it seemed that James’ strategy of annoying girls until they liked him hadn’t quite paid off yet.
“And how was it?” Sirius barked across the room from his spot on his four-poster. He still had that strange, hard edge to his voice. He’d been that way for a few weeks now.
Remus shrugged. “It was nice.”
“Just nice?” cried Peter, who looked like he was about to explode, “Come on, we need more than that!”
Remus thought back to the moment down by the lake. “It was...unexpected.”
“Was it everything you’d ever dreamed of?” Sirius drawled in a bored voice.
Remus shot him a dirty look. “And if it was?”
Sirius scoffed. “I doubt it.”
“Look,” Remus said angrily, “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m sick of this. You’ve been sulking around me for weeks. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or-”
“Jealous?” Sirius’ eyes flashed with anger, “you think I’m jealous of her?”
Remus faltered. “No,” he stammered, “I meant-”
But Sirius cut him off. “Of course, I didn’t mean,” he took a breath, “I just don’t want you lording it over the rest of us, alright? That you’ve got a girlfriend, or whatever. Us Marauders have more important things to think about.” And with that, Sirius tore the hangings around his bed closed with a huff.
Remus stared at the spot Sirius had been feeling shaken. What had Sirius meant, “you think I’m jealous of her?”
“Let him sleep it off, mate,” James said uneasily, glancing at the closed hangings around his friend’s bed, “he’s just in a mood.”
“Fuck off, James,” Sirius called from out of sight.
James sighed, threw Remus one more apologetic look, then began to get ready for bed.
Remus sat quite still for a moment. Just minutes ago he could think of nothing but Amelia. Now, Sirius filled his brain. They fought so rarely, it was hard to believe that his kiss with Amelia had made Sirius so angry. After a while, Remus realized he was the last boy awake in the dormitory. Confused and upset, he got to his feet and turned out the light.
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
“Lupin?”
“Hmmm?”
“Shacklebolt wants to see you.”
That was the start of a new chapter in Remus’ life. Remus Lupin is a 27 year old junior-associate at the lawfirm Slughorn & Fortescue. For three years, his hard work and dedication have gone unnoticed, he lives in a shabby flat with mountains of student loans, and barely manages to get by, until senior partner, and court-room legend Kingsley Shacklebolt calls him up to his office. Remus meets Kingsley's secretary, Sirius, who is the embodiment of beauty and grace, and from that moment on his life has changed. Remus gets a chance to work with the big-shots, and prove his worth as a lawyer. Thing is, though, however confincing his plea against work-place relationships may be, seeing Kingsley's witty secretary every single day, drives him up the wall.
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I started writing this fic a small week ago, and have to say that I really love writing it. Check it out! Leave me a comment, or send me a message on Tumblr to let me know what you think. Cheers.
Hello readers that might be concerned about me, because of the late update on “No Law of Love”. All is well. I’m just overwhelmed with the amount of studying I have to do, and a good part of my time is consumed by the student association I joined.
Either way, I will definitely update, but not today. I hope to write it ASAP.
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