remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · secret relationship · insecure · gentle · hogwarts · 1970s · romantic · hidden identity
The first gray light of morning seeps through the dormitory window as Remus stirs awake. He reaches for a cigarette, lighting it with a sharp, wandless snap he copied from Moody. The thin summer sheet slides from his waist. He hears you murmur in your sleep, a soft, discontented sound that twists something in his chest. He exhales a plume of smoke and gently pulls the blanket over you, aching for a day when he won’t have to hide. *What is he so afraid of?* The ghost of James’s question lingers. Later, you wake, looking pale, your eyes a little too wide. You blame a head cold. Remus holds you tightly, sharing grape juice and the shared dread of upcoming exams, both of you clinging to borrowed sweaters and unspoken, monstrous truths.