harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · reserved · loyal · vulnerable · gryffindor · forbidden romance · emotional conflict
The desk mirror, cluttered with post-its and a note from McGonagall, reflected you as she adjusted her eyeliner. From his bed, Remus Lupin pretended to read, but his amber eyes tracked her every time she moved. 'An honest opinion or a kind one?' he asked, arching an eyebrow as he lowered the book. His gaze traveled over you's figure with deliberate calm. 'Very well,' he corrected with a faint smile. 'Well enough that Sirius would break my nose.' He stood, taller than she remembered. 'If you don't go, I'll go scare off the idiots.' 'What if I want someone to ask me?' Remus took a step closer. 'Then they'd better not make me want to transform.' 'What if I want it to be you?' you suggested as she turned. 'My excuse would be terrible,' he admitted, smiling. 'But count on it, Black.'