Remus x reader
Request? Yes ~ @pottahwriter ~ I was hoping you could make a Remus Lupin x Reader fanfic where the reader and Remus are both professors at Hogwarts and are very close. The students at Hogwarts (including the Golden Trio) try to set them up! If you do this, thank chu
Any and all feedback welcome <3 fifty-eighth fic :)
a/n: sorry, kinda dialogue heavy :/
word count: 1784
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The great hall is always filled with masses of students and teachers talking about their day to one another, laced with the overbearing noise of chatter. Students who are talking to anyone and everyone they can, and teachers who are catching up with each other at their own table. But the only person who ever catches your attention is Remus Lupin. He was the only one who could get you to talk, the only one you wanted to talk to. No one knew you quite like Remus.
You’d been friends during your school years, often studying together and going to parties that the rest of the marauders threw. During your last year, things began to change. There were feelings there that had grown from just being platonic. You were sure they always were, but you’d never realised until then. At first, you thought it was one sided, as most teenagers do - too scared to get their heart broken and too scared to have it made whole. But it wasn’t. The night of your graduation, you’d shared a wonderful first kiss and Remus promised to keep in touch with you, to keep seeing you.
And he did…for a while, a few dates here and there, though you were both busy focussing on your new lives. You, starting out as a professor, and him, putting all his focus to the order. You were a member too, but you had your own ambitions at the time. However, when it came to fighting in the war, your ambitions were inevitably set aside. It was during the battle that your last kiss was shared. It was rushed, and far from wonderful, but it held every ounce of love you’d had for one another, though it was never said out loud. You and Remus had only been on eight dates, but you fell hard even though nothing ever really happened with him. But there were years of knowing him and harbouring feelings that you never knew you had. It had grown into love, but it didn’t matter. After the war, Sirius was sent to Azkaban, James, Lily and Peter were dead, and Remus was devastated. So, you went back to teaching, trying to forget everything and everyone, and one might say you were doing well, until he came back to Hogwarts.
“And how are we today Miss y/l/n?” Remus smiles, picking up some food with his fork.
“Just fine, and you?” You ask.
“I’m well, thank you. Lots of marking to get done,”
“The woes of being a professor. How would you like some company? I have plenty of marking to do myself,” you say, keeping your blush at bay. Remus looks up, slightly taken aback but grins widely.
“I’d like that,”
Yes, all the feelings you’d done so well to forget we’re pressing to the surface for all to be seen and all to be known. It had hardly been a month of him back at Hogwarts, but the love you felt had resurfaced so quickly, you’d hardly noticed until now. Until watching him smile at you and laugh with you.
“I think that’s a first,” you laugh.
“Liking marking with another professor. Usually it just takes some of the stress away or it’s accepted as a matter of politeness,” you say.
“Well I’d like anything if it was with you,” he says, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to say. You keep your mouth closed, for fear of it dropping open without words coming out.
“Is it just me, or do they look like they know each other?” Harry says, looking towards the table where the professors ate.
“Who?” Ron asks, mouth full of food as Hermione winces at the sight.
“Professor Lupin and Professor y/l/n,” he replies.
“They must have gone to school together. They’re around the same age,” Hermione chimes in.
“Happy,” Ron says.
“Merlin, do you think they like each other?” Hermione asks with a large innocent grin on her face.
“‘Course not, they’re just friends. Honestly, what is it with girls and liking people?” Hermione doesn’t reply, only rolls her eyes at the ignorance of boys.
“Girls have the sight, and those two like each other,”
“You know, I think you’re right,” Harry adds.
“Well we have to do something about it,”
“Us?” Harry asks, turning to Hermione.
“Yeah, grown ups never do things for themselves when it comes to love,” Hermione says. And what Hermione says, must be true.
“So what are we gonna do?” Ron asks.
For nearly two weeks you’d noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione acting very odd in your classes. You’d never told Harry you knew his father, but right now you could see so much of James in Harry. That little twinkle in his eye, as if he was up to something. He had to have been. Whispering, staring, giggling and plotting. Just like James, just like the marauders.
“Alright everyone, class is over,” you say loud enough so everyone can hear you. They all get up and start collecting their things to leave. Three students linger behind the rest, and when everyone is gone, they walk right up to your desk. Hermione, Harry and Ron. Three little trouble makers, barely just gone teenagers. You smile, watching them walk closer.
“Can I help you three?” You ask, hoping to find the explanation to their odd behaviour.
“Well, Professor, we’ve noticed you seem awfully close to Professor Lupin and we were just wondering if you could tell us about him,” Hermione says. It’s completely ridiculous that they’re asking you about another professor, and you know there’s more to it than that.
“Well Hermione, I’m afraid I can’t talk about another professor’s life without their permission or attendance. Why do you want to know?” You ask.
“He was one of my father’s friends,” Harry says. Your breath hitches slightly at the revelation. Harry knew? Did he know about you too? Did Remus talk about you?
“I- well I, yes he was,” you admit.
“Well, were you and Professor Lupin friends?” Ron asks.
“Are you friends now?” Hermione asks.
“Are you in love?” Harry asks, earning a slap from Hermione. You nearly choke on the very air you breathe and this time, you’re unable to keep this blush at bay.
“Where did you get that idea?” You ask, voice raising a few decibels.
“Hermione said so,” Ron adds, pointing an accusing finger at her. The brightest witch of her age indeed. Were you that obvious? Even the students were noticing something. You wished Remus would notice. Years of suppressed feelings were bubbling over, but this time, there was nothing standing in your way. For either of you. No war, no deaths, nothing.
“Are you?” Harry asks again.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business,” you say, trying to shoo them away.
“But professor, if you do, you have to tell him. What’s the point in loving someone when you can’t actually love them?” Hermione asks, resisting your pushes. You’re caught very off guard with that question and your eyes widen slightly at the girl. The sound of someone clearing their throat causes all of you to snap your heads towards the door, and allows you to feel relief. Hermione, Harry and Ron try to hold in their giggles as they rush from the classroom and you try to suppress your utter humiliation, the feeling of relief immediately fading at the sight of Remus Lupin.
“How um…how much of that did you hear?” You ask, barely making eye contact.
“Well,” He begins, a smile on his face, “I was told by those three that you had asked to see me and to go right away after class. So, naturally, I heard it all,” he laughs.
“You were eavesdropping?!” You cry, utterly embarrassed.
“I was doing nothing of the sort! I simply overheard a conversation while standing next to your door where you couldn’t see me,” he grins. You let out a scoff and walk up the stairs to your office.
“Now, don’t be upset,” he says, following you. You make it to your door and turn around, ready to close it on him, but he stops you. You stand in the doorway watching, the hint of a smile playing on your features.
“Tell me, what’s the point in loving someone if you can’t actually love them?” He grins. He’s clearly very proud of himself.
“Shove off, Rem,” you smile.
“Rem? It’s been a while since you called me that,” he says.
“I guess I just…I don’t know, it just came out,” you smile.
“You haven’t answered the question though,” he says, moving further into the room, causing you to take a few steps back.
“What’s the use in telling someone you love them if they don’t love you back?” You ask, as he continues to walk towards you, with you still walking backwards.
“How do you know they don’t?” He asks, finally stopping when you back into your desk. You look at him, he’s not giving anything away. Your heart pounds, giving you away if everything else hadn’t already.
“Rem I-“ you begin, but you’re silenced by his hands wrapping around your waist.
“Yes?” He whispers in your ear, breathing lightly as he moves from your ear to your cheek. Your words are caught in your throat, unable to move, just as you are. His left hand glides up from your waist to your shoulders and then caresses your neck. Your eyes are already closed, you can’t bear to watch. You hear a deep laugh before his lips connect with yours in a slow, cautious kiss. With your answer, it becomes more desperate. More desperate to convey the emotions unshaken and words unheard. All those years of lying in wait, hoping that you’d feel each other’s arms around you once more was coming to a reality. He slips his tongue through your lips, deepening your wanting and his own. But almost as quickly as it had begun, he releases you.
“I have a class,” he breathes out, his forehead against yours.
“Pity,” you smile.
“I assure you, it is. I’ll see you soon though, we’ve got marking to do,” he smirks. There are so many ways you took that in your head, and so many ways you’re sure he meant it. He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. You sit on the desk, letting out an airy laugh of disbelief. Had it really happened?
“Oh, and y/n?” Remus asks, startling you.
“I love you too,” he smiles, before leaving you again, gawking at where he once stood.
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