Request: Hello :) Can I request fic set in Marauders era? Remus x Reader. They’re in their 6th year at Hogwart and they’ve been dating like 2 years already. They’re going on a date to Hogsmeade. And they’re laughing, kissing, tasting food in booths, drinking butterbeer etc. Just being cuties ^.^
A/N: So I may have gotten a little carried away, as this is a little long, but I hope you like it! I hope it’s fluffy enough for you!
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“Come on, Remus!” You urged, pulling on his hand as you willed him to walk faster through the snow that coated the streets of Hogsmeade.
He laughed as he hurried his steps a little, “I am, Y/N!”
“No, you’re not!” You childishly retorted, a grin on your lips.
Remus simply laughed, his voice vibrating through your chest and warming you on the cold winters day.
You finally reached Honeydukes and without fail Remus hurried on the last steps there, opening the door for you, the bell tinkling softly. You smiled at him, laughing at his cheesy grin as he gestured for you to walk in with a large wave of his arm.
“Thank you, kind sir.” You curtsied deeply before walking in.
“My absolute pleasure, my darling lady.” Remus replied, holding out his arm. You placed your hand in the crook of his arm, pulling him towards a tasting booth.
“These are the newest sweets we have!” Mr Flume exaggerated, the bald and rather large man who owned the shop. “Free tasters! Ladies, I think you would enjoy these new Honeyduke’s Melted Chocolate Icicles, they melt on your tongue but stay solid in your hand! Gentlemen! How about these new Charm Caramels? The brother of Charm Choc?” He gestured to a box of the Charm Caramels, which were wrapped in golden packaging with a red border.
“I’ll try one of those Melted Chocolate Icicles!” You exclaimed, walking up to the store owner.
“Excellent choice, my dear!” Ambrosius said, reaching into the box and passing you a thin cone shaped chocolate wrapped in ice blue, “With these, you won’t have to worry about getting your hands dirty!”
You took it from him and unwrapped it, holding it in your hand, you found it felt ice cold and solid. There was no way this chocolate was going to melt any time soon. You popped it in your mouth, where it melted into a warm chocolate pool immediately. You moaned in satisfaction at the rich flavour and closed your eyes as you enjoyed the taste.
“How did you find it, dear?” Mr Flume asked, his eyes eager for a response.
“These are brilliant, Mr Flume!” You complimented, turning to look at Remus. “You want to try some?” You asked, holding out the remaining chocolate. His green eyes sparkled as he took it from you, popping the rest in his mouth.
“Mm!” He over exaggerated, closing his eyes and placing a hand on his heart, dramatising your reaction, “This really is brilliant, Mr Flume!” He copied in a high girlish voice. You rolled your eyes, punching him in the arm as you turned your attention back to the shop.
“I do not talk like that!” You declared, walking over to a shelf and pulling a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Remus grabbed some Liquorice Wands from a shelf as he made his way to you.
“I do not talk like that!” He mimicked in his girlish voice again.
“Shut up, Loop.” You retorted, knowing that he hated that nickname. You pulled some jelly slugs from a barrel, purposely ignoring Remus.
“Oh come on, Y/N!” Remus moaned, “You know I hate that nickname!”
“Isn’t that a shame, Loop?” You teased, walking to the counter so you could pay for your sweets.
“That’ll be one galleon and four silver sickles.” Mrs Flume announced as she packed your sweets into a bag.
“I’ll pay for them.” Remus interjected as you pulled out your purse, already passing the money to the elderly lady.
“It’s fine, Remus.” You claimed, trying to pay for them yourself.
“What? Can’t I pay for my girlfriend on our anniversary?”
You glanced at him, a smile growing on your face, “I can’t believe you remembered.”
“Well, it has been two years y’know. And you are my favourite girlfriend, so obviously I remembered.” Remus said, taking the bag from the counter and placing a small hand on your back as he guided you out of the shop and onto the street.
“I’m your only girlfriend!” You laughed, reaching over to hit him on the back on his head. Remus ducked from your hand, laughing. He grabbed your hand and entwined his fingers in yours as he pulled you closer by the scarf around your neck.
You stumbled into his chest, and Remus locked his arms behind you. You laughed gently as you looked up at him, the snow leaving white flakes in his hair before melting.
“I see that I’m still making you fall for me.” Remus teased, a small mischievous smile on his face. You laughed, moving his hair from his forehead.
“You’re such a goof ball.” You smiled, trailing your thumb over a small scar on his jaw. He had gotten it from the last full moon a week ago, but thankfully James, Sirius and Peter were there to prevent any serious damage from happening to any one. “But you’re my goof.” You raised your head to capture his lips in yours, feeling him smile into the kiss.
“Come on,” Remus said, pulling away as he looked into your eyes, “Last one into the Three Broomsticks is a Blast-Ended Screwt!” He ginned and took off running, leaving you standing there slightly confused.
“Dammit, Moony!” You yelled, taking off after him. You pulled out your wand and bewitched some snowballs, directing them to hit Remus on the back of his head.
“Ouch!” He yelled glancing over his shoulder at you, a snowball immediately hitting his face. Remus tripped and fell face first into the snow. You laughed victoriously, leaping over his body and running into the warm pub.
The Three Broomsticks was buzzing with noise, filled with students and professors alike who were using the holidays to relax. You waved cheerily at Hagrid, who waved his big gloved paw before continuing his conversation with the potions professor, Slughorn.
You found a small table near the fireplace and you immediately claimed it, ordering two butterbears for yourself and Remus.
Remus entered a few moments later, his hair dripping with wet snow and his nose red from the cold. You grinned when you saw him look around the pub, and you raised your hand, smiling sarcastically when you saw him glare at you. Remus stalked over to you, plopping down into the wooden chair in front of you.
“I hate you.” He mumbled, flicking his wet hair from his forehead. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your wand and pointing it at him. The water evaporated from his hair and clothes, leaving him completely dry.
“No, you don’t.” You grinned, putting your wand away. Remus rolled his eyes, but you saw the small smile on his lips as he looked around the room.
“Two years today…” You mumbled under your breath, wondering how you had gotten so lucky.
“I don’t know why I still put up with you,” Remus joked, his green eyes twinkling, “honestly, all I ever get from you is abuse!”
You scoffed, playing along, “Honestly, Remus, any one would be lucky to date me. After all, I am amazing!”
“Ha!” Remus scoffed, “Please, Y/N. We both know that I’m the better one of the two in this relationship.”
“What ever helps you sleep at night, Remus.” You winked, “Though you really oughtn’t lie to yourself.”
Remus guffawed, throwing back his head as his body shook with laughter. You broke character and dissolved into laughter with him, ignoring the weird looks you got from other customers.
Your butterbears arrived after your laughter dissolved into the odd chuckle and you immediately lifted the foaming tankard to your lips, taking a sip. As you put down the tankard, Remus chuckled. You glanced at him curiously, “What?”
Remus shook his head, putting down his own tankard. “You’ve got-” He motioned to his own upper lip. You blushed and lifted your hand to wipe it off, only to be stopped by Remus reaching over and grabbing your hand. He leaned over the table and pressed his lips to yours briefly before pulling back.
You lowered your hand, turning your wrist so you could tangle your fingers with his. “That was extremely cheesy.” You teased, watching the way Remus licked his lips before lifting his cup and taking a gulp. Remus’ eyes danced behind his cup and his eyes crinkled at the sides slightly as he smiled behind his drink.
You shook your head lightly in amusement before reaching for your own tankard to take another sip.
“-I can’t believe that you pranked James a few months after we started dating!” Remus exclaimed, his hand interlaced with yours as you strode through the snow. “His face was brilliant, he looked so shocked but he was so impressed! No one has been able to prank Padfoot and Prongs before!”
You grinned, remembering the event that Remus was talking about. It was during the beginning of school year, and you had been dating Remus for around two months. Sirius and James had pranked you before, and usually you would just laugh it off, telling them that they did good and how to improve their pranks, however this one time, a small first-year was hit by it as well. They had placed small explosive boxes around the castle, bewitching them so that they only exploded with a large BANG! and red goo whenever you walked past.
It was a good idea, and you had laughed the first two times it had happened, always managing to jump away from the goo and avoid being coated in it. The third time however, you had been walking through a third floor corridor in your free period when a small first year approached you, seemingly lost. You had intended to guide the small kid to their next lesson when you had walked past another well hidden box. It had exploded and the small child had caught the majority of the goo. The first-year became really distraught and began crying, and that’s when you realised that you needed to get Sirius and James to stop on terms that they would understand.
So you pranked them back.
You had put a mild sleeping draught into their pumpkin juice at dinner and waited until midnight to sneak into their rooms. You had permanently dyed their hair pink and blue, and with a permanent charm, turned every piece of that room, including their clothes (and yes, their underwear too) different shades of pink. To let them know you had been the one to prank them, you left a small piece of parchment saying,
“Umbridge sent a letter, she wants her clothes back. - Y/N”
The boys had been shocked to say the least, when they woke up but dissolved into fits of laughter when they saw each other. You thought that you may had made things worse for yourself, but was reassured when you saw them at breakfast, still sporting their new hair and hot pink robes. They patted you on the back and congratulated you for being a good sport, before turning to whisper, not-so-quietly to Remus that, “She’s a keeper.”
“-That’s when I knew that I wanted to keep you around for a long time.” Remus finished, turning to you. You glanced up at him, a smile on your face from the memory.
“Well, I have to say,” You turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “that I am entirely glad you have, Mr Lupin.” Remus smiled before dipping his head, capturing your lips in his, sending your heart soaring as he always did. You deepened the kiss, tangling your hands in his brown hair, smiling when he pulled your body closer to him.
You pulled away when your ran out of breath and Remus rested his forehead on yours. You opened your eyes to find that Remus was gazing at you loving, his eyes tracing over your every feature. You blushed under his gaze, not used to the intensity of his gaze. His eyes snapped back to yours and he smiled softly.
You had always loved the colour of Remus’ eyes, they were green but held flecks of grey and brown, often changing colour from a warm spring day when he was happy, to a quiet forest when he felt sad or gloomy. You had learned to pick up on any emotions he was feelings by looking at his eyes and now you knew exactly what he felt, for you were sure that it was mirrored in your own eyes.
You closed your eyes and your heart fluttered lightly as you thought, I’m in love with you.
“What?” Remus asked pulling away from you slightly. You paused, you hadn’t said that out loud had you? It occurred to you, that maybe you had. You flinched away from him at the look in his eyes, it was full confusion and disbelief. Did he not believe you?
“Shit.” You swore softly as you stepped away from him, hurt evident in your voice.
“You love me?” Remus whispered, mostly to himself. He raised his eyes to yours, searching for something.
“Yeah, Remus.” You replied, thinking that you had already told him, so there was no point in going back on it, “I’m in love with you.” Throughout the two years you and Remus and dated, not one of you had said ‘I love you’, maybe it was because you knew that Remus was afraid that he might hurt you, despite your insistent protests, or maybe it was because you felt that maybe he didn’t love you as deeply as you loved him.
A small grin grew on your boyfriend’s face, “Wha?” Remus murmured in amazement, looking down at his feet. You felt your heart grow with hope at his smile and his eyes shot up to lock onto yours. In a few steps, Remus closed the distance between you, lifting you into his arms as he spun you around.
You closed your eyes as you laughed at the sudden movement. Remus lowered you, a grin on his face as he lifted a hand to your cheek and pressed his lips to yours passionately. You started, a little shocked, but kissed him back, melting into his lips.
“I love you, too.” He mumbled against your lips.
A smile grew on your face and you crashed your lips to his once more.
“Happy Anniversary.” You muttered when you pulled away, flicking your eyes to his as a smile turned your lips.
“Happy Anniversary.” He replied, running his thumb over your cheek gently.
Two years, and maybe we won’t last, you thought. But all that mattered was that right now, you were with the love of your life, ready to conquer the rest of your life with him.
And truth was, you wouldn’t want it any other way.
